I Don't Get Paid Enough For This (William Afton x reader)

Sign From Beyond The Grave

The dots didn't go away.

They weren't necessarily getting worse as they were just small punctures in the skin but the issue was that they just weren't going. Your skin was still irritated and hurt like hell. You still couldn't properly lean against anything without your back and upper arms aching.

The thing that was worse was your discovery of the small blisters on the back of your neck, something that you had to use a handheld mirror to see. You would have never seen them without it. Who the fuck can see the back of their neck?

The blisters were small with some of them being popped, most likely while you slept, leaving instead your peeling skin revealing the soft, wet, red and unripe flesh beneath.

'What the fuck do I do about this?'

You clutched the side of the bathroom sink as you stared at your reflection. Tired was the only word that could describe you at that moment. Your eye bags made it look like you hadn't slept in years and your skin and complexion seemed drained and bleak. Just like the rest of this town. It was as if you too were becoming a ghost, residing in the ghost town of Hurricane. Maybe you really did belong here.

Mike's words had stuck in your head despite your unwillingness to listen. He was just some kid that was probably just pissed off at his dad and wanted to ruin his relationship.

Relationship?

What is this relationship? Is it a relationship?

It must be. There is no other explanation. You were living with him, sleeping with him, caring about him. Loving him.

There it was.

Love.

You couldn't help it. What else were you supposed to think? William had helped you, saved you and you relied on him completely. That's love. Or at least what you saw as love.

Mike's words meant nothing. You were different from him. William had said it himself that night at the McDonald's, that you were 'special'. You weren't Mike. William wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He helped you and gave you everything you have now. He is the only one who understands.

And you truly did believe that he loved you. Completely.

And you trusted him.

"Are you almost ready?" Williams' words broke into your thoughts as you looked over to see him leaning against the bathroom door frame. He wasn't working today but he had still offered to drive you to work. See, he cares about Mike.

You felt yourself smile as you looked over at him. That little puddle of red was probably nothing. It was most likely his blood if anything. It was surrounded by a broken vial, he must have cut himself. See. No need to be irrational. That's what you told yourself.

"Yeah, I'm ready." You nodded in response to his words and he walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as he looked down at you. He then reached forward and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"There." He commented quietly as he looked down at you before he leaned down to kiss you.

It all felt very strange. In a good way. It was almost the ideal idea of domesticity. It was comfortable.

Once William took a step back, you began to contemplate something. Should you tell him about the dots? Surely he must have already noticed... maybe not though. Well, he always yapped on about trust so, why not?

"Hey... uh.." How could you put this without it sounding gross?, "..could you check something for me? I've got this weird thing on my back... I'm not really sure what it is."