Children of a Murderer

𝓣𝓦𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓨 𝓕𝓞𝓤𝓡 - 𝓦𝓘𝓛𝓛𝓘𝓐𝓜

a/n: before i start this chapter i just want to apologize for  not having a consistent posting schedule? i keep leaving and then forgetting to write in advance so then i can just post them, LOL

anyways, heres a chapter for those who simp for william

even though hes literally murdering children, wtf peepaw

ENJOY!

Five months since I last killed and it was eating me alive. My bones ached for the kill, for the screams, for the pain. 

I had promised Clara I would get help, but when did a promise stop me before?

Clara was safe, she was away from me. We'd never see each other again. She was in the fucking heaven or whatever, while I was going to burn in Hell. 

"Fucking damnit," I cursed.

I was on my way to the pizzeria without my children. I didn't want to have to worry about them, Micheal can take care of them. I was just so angry. I just wanted to see the light leave someone's eyes as their screams echoed the dark halls. 

And that's when I saw it.

In front of the pizzeria doors, was a little girl, banging to be let back in. On the inside, there was a group of kids laughing and pointing at her. She was crying, wanting to be let back in. As soon as I pulled up in my purple car, the kids locked the door and ran off laughing at the girl.

What a terrible day to be locked out.

I approached the small, fragile girl. "Why hello there," I said, my voice was cool. I was imagining the many ways I could choke her, making her die a painful death. Perhaps she dies like Charlie did, springlocked on accident! I was enjoying this.

"..H-hi," she sniffled. "C-could you let me b-back in?"

"Why are you out here?" I asked.

She pointed to the group of kids that were laughing, tormenting another child. "Them," she said. "It's my brother and his friends. He locked me out here."

Without her realizing, I was walking back to my car to grab something. "What was your name?" I asked over my shoulder, still searching for the item.

"C-Cassidy," she said. 

"And your brother's?" 

"Nate," she answered. "Nathan, but everyone-" she let out a cry "-everyone calls him Nate."

I nodded. Got it. 

"Cassidy, would you mind helping me with this? I can't find the keys," I grinned, though she couldn't tell.

"Keys for what?" she asked.

"I co-own Freddy's," I said. I was annoyed that she was asking so many questions but I knew child's curiosity was normal. "I can't seem to find where I put the keys."

I heard her footsteps go away from the door and heard her small breath next to me. "What's-"

I plunged the knife into her neck, cutting her off immediately. I watched the life leave her small eyes as she struggled to breathe. "Now, now, Cassidy. I'm not leaving you alone," I smiled. Quickly, I wrapped her body up, disguising it as spare parts I was moving. 

I checked my shirt for any signs of blood, nothing. I was proud. Proud that I had done so much and clean as ever.

I walked inside, the keys were in my pocket all along. I opened the door and headed straight for parts and services.