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

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

You had thought about that locked box all night. Though you tried to put it out of your mind, you couldn't. Those kids wanted you to see it for a reason, you were sure of it.

The atmosphere between you and William had felt... off that night. Everything was the same though, the routine was the same. Yet... not. Was it just you?

Everytime you looked at him, you felt as though something was off, an underlying tension that you couldn't pinpoint. He spoke how he always did, acted like he always did, looked at you the way he always did. And yet it felt wrong. Tense. Quiet.

You were going to find out what was in that box.

"Are you ready for your night shift tonight?"

The two of you were sitting at the table together in the worn out kitchen. It was nearing noon and yet you had just gotten up and were snacking on a bowl of cereal. William sat across from you drinking black coffee, which was weird in itself.

You looked up from your bowl as you nodded. There was a sense of quiet between the two of you. Cold silence.

"I'll be working in my office in the basement today if you need anything. I'll drive you to work later." He took a sip of his coffee. The sound of the grandfather clock echoed off the marble counters in the kitchen.

"Got it." You responded quietly in return as you looked down at your cereal, "I'm probably going to take a nap before my shift."

He nodded briefly in acknowledgement before the two of you fell back into silence again.

Should you say something about the box?

Trust. That's what he said was the most important thing between the two of you. So if he had nothing to hide then he would answer honestly. Or just answer at all.

You cleared your throat, interrupting the silence, "So, uh, yesterday in your office when I was looking around-"

"Without permission." He interrupted you in a cold voice.

You frowned as you added on quietly, "Without permission." You cleared your throat awkwardly again, "What I mean to say is that, yesterday, in the office I found a locked box thing and I was just curious about what was in it?"

"Why? It's just a box." He looked at you like you were a bored idiot. He then shrugged casually, "It's just some company records. They need to be kept confidential for legal reasons."

"Just some confidential papers?" You repeated back with a frown.

He nodded in response.

"So why was it locked, surely you can just keep it in a regular-"

"Why are you so interested?" He cut you off again. His words sliced through yours as he narrowed his eyes and almost glared at you.

You looked back down at your cereal again, "I was just curious, I mean it seems like a lot to lock up a box of papers..."

"It's nothing that concerns you. Don't worry yourself over it, it's nothing that would interest you." He responded before scoffing resentfully with an undertone of smugness, "I doubt you'd understand any of it anyway. It's a complex record on financing and incident notices and whatnot."

You hated when he did that. You hated when he mocked your intelligence and acted as though you were an idiot compared to him. Yet none of his words made sense. Finances and incident notices? No. You knew they weren't kept in locked boxes. He was lying to your face. Why?

"Yeah... you're probably right." You responded back quietly, glaring down at your cereal which had now gone soggy. Something was happening that he wasn't telling you. You were tired of being in the dark.