𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. // WILLIAM AFTON X READER

.°○ CHAPTER 2. ○°.

[My Alcoholic Friends]
[[{Dresden Dolls}]]
0:38 ─〇───── 2:48
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"Meeting Afton, fading to black."
s/c = skin colour

Your alarm wakes you with an annoyingly loud song once again. You jolt awake, noticing the time. You had time to kill before your interview, and your emotions were still raw after the dreadful day before today.

Picking yourself up off of the soft mattress, you stand to your aching feet and stroll toward the bathroom, which was conveniently attached to your bedroom.

Travelling inside, you take a small inhale of fresh air, a stark contrast to the harsh smell of water rot in your previous bathroom. You turn on the shower, playing your music from your phone speaker on full volume and climbing inside. You feel the hot water run over every nook and cranny of your body, washing away your troubles. After about 2 hours of out-of-key singing, dancing, blowing soap bubbles, washing your hair over and over again, scrubbing your body, and skipping songs, the water went uncomfortably cold. You yelp, climbing out and wrapping your towel around you. Flipping off the shower, you pick up your phone and stroll back to your room, dropping your towel and searching for clothes to wear.

You suddenly remember your medication. You hadn't brought it with you. You frown, looking down at the ground before shrugging.

"I won't need it."

You mutter to yourself, deciding on the most normal clothes you own. A black hoodie with a skull in the middle, black skintight shorts, long black socks, and black boots. You put mascara and a small amount of black eyeshadow to show off your gorgeous e/c eyes.

Walking toward your bed, you pick up your phone and headphones, stuffing them into your pocket along with Tracey's, or rather your car keys.

With a hum, you make sure your purse is firmly in your hand before placing it into your pocket along with your other items. You trudge out of your room and turn off the light, making your way through the lavish sitting room and opening the door. You walk out, lock the door behind you, and then make your way down the elevator.

The time is 2:30pm. You have time to get something small to eat before going to Freddy's, right? Travelling to your car, you feel a sense of unease, but that could easily just be your anxiety acting up. You look behind you, but you see nothing. You sigh, unlocking the car with a click of your key, opening Google Maps on your phone.

You hummed, setting up your phone and the text to speech so you didn't have to keep looking over. Making the right directions, you navigate toward a nice-looking café. It was small but modern, with white walls, a black roof, a sign hanging down that says 'SAGE CAFÉ'.

You pull into the parking lot and hurriedly stroll into the cafe. Inside was warm, the fresh smell of coffee and toast filling your nostrils with a pleasant intrusion. You were met with gentle jazz music in the background, a few people chatting away happily. There was a barista making drinks behind the counter, and a cashier taking orders. You sit down at a circular table, opening your phone and leaning back on your seat.

A woman came over to you with a notepad, a warm smile on her face.

"Hi! Welcome to the Sage Café, may I take your order?"

Her voice was sweet and beyond gentle, you smile. Nodding, you give your order. As she saunters off to give the request, you look at the time. 3pm. You'll have time, hopefully.