Wolf Teeth - William Afton x Reader

Chapter Thirty Six

(After too feckn long, I'm back! I'm writing again and I've actually gotten the storyline for this in line with new and improved *MOTIVATION*

TW: Mentions of child neglect, abuse, and grief-stricken mania

Note: This is a reminder that this book is not for the faint of heart and it does handle difficult and/or distressing subjects. It portrays two extremes of grief reactions and out-of-character behavior(as does most fanfiction) that is logic based.)

[November 6th, 1987]

Third POV:

“Yes, that works fine. This Tuesday at four… Alright, see you then,” (Y/N) hung up the phone and sighed, stretching in his seat at his desk. 

“Another meeting?” Michael asked from the doorway to the living room.

“Yes, hopefully the last call I have to make,” he sighed while standing, “I have a meeting with a realtor to look at a little house a little ways from here.”

“Are you moving?” The two made their way to the kitchen, (Y/N) pausing on the way to set another record on the turntable.

“Ah, no, not at all. I’m in the market for a…base of operations, per se; or, rather, a studio so I don’t have to work out of my own home,” he answered, rifling through the fridge and pulling out several containers of leftover meat and vegetables.

“You’re starting your own business?” Michael looked at him in mild shock, which split into a smile, “I figured you were going to stay under dad for a while.”

“I’d entertained the idea, yeah,” the containers were emptied into a saucepan with a few cubes of duck fat and mixed together, “But, I’d like to make use of my degrees and make my own photography company.”

“That’ll be good for you,” the boy nodded and peaked over at the skillet before setting the table, “I wonder how dad’s going to respond…”

“We’ve briefly talked about it before and he reacted relatively positive,” (Y/N) shrugged and added a container of rice to the mixture, the house filled with the scent of lamb, carrots, potatoes, field peas, red wine, and spices, “I know he’ll miss having me at the restaurant with him, though.”

“He’s seemed a lot less stressed since you started working there, oddly enough,” Micheal chuckled, setting the filled kettle on the stove next to where the older was working. 

“Really? I didn’t know I made that much of a difference,” a soft smile graced (Y/N)’s face as he stirred their lunch.

“What?? Ever since you and my dad got close, it’s as if he’s a completely different person! He’s tolerable!” Micheal stared at (Y/N) with wide eyes and a confused expression, “It doesn’t feel like he’s ready to snap at any moment anymore.”

“Well… I can certainly say that’s good,” once the wine thickened into a sauce, (Y/N) transferred the concoction to a large bowl and set the pan in the sink to wash later, “He has definitely come a long way since our first meeting.”

“He definitely treats you a lot better than anyone he’s been around before,” Micheal brought the bowl to the table with the kettle of tea, setting both on respective placemats so the heat wouldn’t damage the wooden table.

“Trust me when I say it took many corrections for him to do that,” (Y/N) chuckled while bringing two mugs to the table, pausing when he saw the arrangement for three instead of two. He raised a brow and looked at the teen, “Are you expecting anyone to join us?”