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

End of the Shift

"Shit, shit, shit." You whispered breathlessly to yourself as you ducked underneath one of the party tables, remaining hidden by the purple and white striped tablecloth.

This could not be happening. This wasn't real. These asshole kids wanted your help and showed you the truth and now they were about to jump you? Seriously?

You could hear the sound of stomps and mechanical movements from your hiding place in the shadows. You'd seen them so many times through the cameras but this time was different, you were stuck with them out in the open. No metal door was there to protect you this time.

You could hear their gears whirring around, creating a creepy ambience.

Tentatively, you lifted the bottom of the table cloth up so you could peer out at the dark restaurant. You looked in the direction of the stage, seeing the chicken and the bear and... not the rabbit. God fucking damn it. That creepy ass bunny.

You looked around the party room with wide eyes, feeling your shaky breaths rattle in your lungs. Then you spotted it. That rabbit, moving slowly out of the party room, its heavy and mechanical steps echoing around the room as it bumped into chairs and tables along the way before finally disappearing into another area of the restaurant.

You lowered the table cloth again as you drew your knees to your chest. You were hyperventilating and needed to calm down, you wouldn't achieve anything when you were acting like this.

You needed a plan. A good plan. Not one of your stupid half thought through plans that never work anyway.

You couldn't leave. William had locked the front doors and the keys were in the security room. Not only was he wandering around but the animatronics were slowly making their own appearances. How the fuck were you supposed to get past all of them and then get out? No, you needed a plan.

You began to fiddle with the items in your pocket as you thought about plans. Your fingers touched a packet of gum, a folded up piece of paper and... the lighter. Your lighter.

A lighter.

...Are animatronics flammable?

A plan started to form in your head. A stupid, dumb plan but it was all you had.

You couldn't get out without the key and even then William could very easily follow you out and well... probably slit your throat by the side of the road and leave your body in a ditch.

No, you were going to burn this fucking place to the ground and you knew exactly how.

You peeled out from underneath the table cloth again, trying to quietly get out from underneath the table. You made it halfway before your back hit the top and a plastic cup rolled off and landed on the checked floor with its sound echoing across the party room.

You ducked quickly back under the table as you heard the large footsteps approaching the party room once more, this time accompanied by more than one animatronic. You held your breath as you hid underneath the table, shutting your eyes tightly as you began to sweat.

So clearly, noise attracted them. Great, perfect, guess you'll just go fuck yourself.

You could hear them moving around, heavy steps echoing off the walls as they drew near and then far, near and then far, near and then far...

And finally they disappeared elsewhere into the dark pizzeria.

You waited for a few minutes out of pure anxiety before finally emerging from underneath the table and looking around and when the coast seemed clear, you stood up.

The party room was empty, including the stage. You didn't even want to know where the hell they had gone. For now you were set on one goal... getting the keys and burning the place to the ground. You knew how to do it.