If William Afton/ Dave Miller went to jail - [ 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉! ]

Chapter 3 - Overnight Cell

[ Clay's POV ]

After a while of thinking I stop zoning out and I look up at Dave. I clear my throat. I take my eyes off Dave and begin to close my folder.

"Right the-" Dave cuts in, stopping me from finishing my sentence. "Am I free?" He asks with a happier tone thinking he's free for the night.

Shaking my head I say "No." I chuckle slightly before speaking again. Dave looks at me with an annoyed yet confused expression.

"No, no ur not." I pause and my eyes shoot back up at Dave. The slight confusion was washed off Dave's face... only anger. Yet that has always been a common expression for Dave.

"We wouldn't want you fleeing again, would we Mr. Miller?" Dave breaks eye contact with me. He looks away not wanting to look at me. It's like he knows, I mean am I kidding! He does know.

[ Dave's POV ]

He's trying to play it smart. I don't look back at Clay. Clay let's out a deep breath. He pushes his folder to the other side of the table.

"Come with me." Clay says to me, still staring at me. The officers slowly start to pull me up so I can stand. Once I was back on my feet Clay started to stand up. He picked up his evidence folder and gave it to one of the Police Officers behind him, giving the Officer a nod after handing it to them.

The Officer with the folder leaves the room with the thud from the door. Clay looks back at me. "Let me show you where you will be staying for tonight." Clay insists. WHAT!?

I decided to mouth my thoughts. "I AM NOT SPENDING A NIGHT HERE! I cannot stand this place!" I voiced. I am telling the truth! I seriously cannot stand another minute in this place.

"Follow me." Clay says, ignoring everything I just said.

— Out of the "interviewing room." —

Once we were out of the "interviewing room" Clay took me down a corridor. The 2 officers were still behind me, holding me hostage. Both of Clay's backup officers have left now. All the cells were empty in this corridor. It seemed he chose a more of a quieter area for me... he probably thought it would help.

Clay continues walking before stopping at one of the cells. He rummages through his keys before finding the right one. Carefully he opens the cell door and signals the Officers to take me in.

They sit me down on the cell's bed and Clay walks in after them, putting the key back on his belt.

Again, Clay signals the Officers to leave us. Clay then closes the door behind them. The Officers stand either side of the door, staying alert. He probably wants to have a "small talk" with me. Before leaving the cell they take off my handkerchief's. Finally... some sense of freedom. I look down at my now free hands.

[ Clay's POV ]

I allow Dave to have his little moment before I start speaking to him. All I need to do is address some things.

"You'll be staying here for tonight. Or y'know... much, much, much longer." I state. Dave looks up at me after examining his now free hand. He gives me a dirty look.

"Tomorrow," I pause "Morning time, we'll continue with are little interview." I want to make sure Dave is aware just incase he throws one of his "anger" tantrums.

Dave looks around the room, taking in what's around him. "This is pathetic..." Dave says quietly. He then looks down at his hands once again and then on the cell bed he is sitting on.

"You were the one that got yourself into this mess, Mr. Miller." I say in a stern tone.

Dave looks at me and scoffs. "I've never got my self into any mess." He says with a slight sadistic smile on his face. One of which William used to do.

Squinting my eyes, I continue speaking "Hm. I'll see you in the morning."

[ Dave's POV ]

I watch Clay as he starts searching through his keys again looking for the key for the cell door. He finally finds the key and opens the door.

He turns his head around, looking at me. "I'll see you tomorrow." Clay says before leaving me, alone, in my cell.

I'm here. Again. Nearly a decade later. I lean my chin on hand, staring at the wall. After letting out an annoyed sigh I lay down on the bed. This is the most uncomfortable bed ever... Instead of staring at the wall I begin to stare up at the ceiling, letting my dreadful thoughts wash over me.

This is so fucking stupid! How did I let my self get into this mess. I should've killed Clay... I knew he was the one person, who is still alive of course, that knew that little more about me.

I close my eyes. I'm not going to get any sleep like this... nor I get much anyway. But this is taking the piss. However Clay is correct I probably would've left this stupid city! Forever! I don't know why I came back here again. I mean... that was the plan...

I let out a deep breath. Quickly I put my hands over my eyes, digging my fingers into my face before laying them either side of "my" bed...