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

6AM

The side of the road.

This is where it ends.

The reflection of the past months has been given and relived in your mind, all while you stand on the side of the road. Reflecting not reflected. Stand not stood.

Let's change the tense.

You stand on the side of the road in the darkness with only the stars above illuminating your vision.

It's early but the winter months keep the sun down for longer.

In a few hours the rest of Hurricane will wake up and discover that the death in their town has finally been sent to the hell that it belongs to.

You stand holding out your hand, or rather what is left off it. The mangled remains of your two fingers were now hastily wrapped up in bandages with the dark liquid seeping through. You'd think about stitches later when you had time, for now the pain had numbed. At least the physical pain had.

But you should take a step back first, it's not time to move to the present yet.

"Fuck!" You screamed into the ground as you felt the heat from the blazing fire take up the night air. The tears ran unapologetically and fiercely down your face, blinding your vision at times.

What tears were they? Anger? Sadness? Pain?

Maybe they were all three.

You avoided looking down at the torn up remains of your fingers, the burning pain leaving you clenching your teeth in agony.

Agony. That's what got you into this mess in the first place. Your inability to control your emotions had destroyed everything.

He had never loved you. He loved what you could offer him. Your agony mixed in with the melted down endoskeletons gave him a source of remnant.

'You're an ingredient.'

His words rang in your head, leaving you to curl over on the ground in sobs of pain, humiliation and... heartbreak.

You couldn't pretend that you hadn't loved him. That you hadn't become attached to him. You had. So fiercely did you believe that he cared about you and loved you like how you wanted to love him.

William Afton was incapable of loving anyone other than himself and you were not an exception. Why would you be?

You were an idiot. A blind, ignorant and foolish idiot.

You made the mistake of loving. Of caring. Loving someone who didn't love you. That isn't anything new for anyone, which is why it hurt so badly.

You turned over as you wiped your tears, looking into the flames of the building. You couldn't bare to think about his burning body in there nor the bodies of the children. Perhaps they would finally be free and released from those metal cages. You hoped they found peace and you hoped that William found the torture he deserved on the other side. Damnation is what he deserved.

You hated him and loved him.

You stood up slowly and took one last look at the building before turning and beginning to walk. You couldn't stay here. You couldn't be anywhere near Hurricane after this.

You were still selfish. You had killed somebody and had now burnt down Freddy's with William inside of it and you had left your blood and fingers at the scene. Prison wasn't something you would settle for, at least not yet. You wanted more time.

A plan had popped into your mind almost immediately once you had somewhat recovered yourself. In fact, you had made this plan weeks before. The plan you made before William pulled up next to you in his car, before you got in and began the beginning of the end.