𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. // WILLIAM AFTON X READER

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"His against mine."

The next day rolled around sluggishly, your eyes opening slowly. You push yourself up, and suddenly, loud banging erupted through the apartment. Your heart skips two beats until you hear:

"Hurricane Police Department, open up!"

You remember the officer from yesterday, and you stumbled out of bed to get some pants on, sweatpants being only item. You didn't have time to find a shirt, so hurriedly, you trip your way to the door and open it. Two officers were there, one male and one female. You pant softly, subtly covering your chest.

"May we come in?"

She asked. You nod softly and step aside.

"Sorry for uh.. Not having a shirt. I just woke up."

You chuckle nervously, and she smiles softly, the man speaking up before her.

"Don't worry, ma'am. Go and get a shirt on, then meet us back here, okay?"

He said with a calm tone. You nod and then walk off to your bedroom. As you step in through the doorway, your heart pounds, your eyes widening. Your head feels light, your steps stumbling.

You feel ungodly dizzy, tripping to your knees with a gasp. Your vision blurs, pain spiking your arms for a brief moment before suddenly being touched on the shoulder.

"Ma'am."

The female officer was standing over you. You pant, looking up at her with wide eyes. She helped you up. You simply walk away from her and grab a shirt, putting it on before gulping and walking to the living room. The officer had been asking if you were okay the entire time.

You ignored her. You chalked it up to dehydration and low iron, not bothering to dwell on it.

"Okay, ma'am, I'm Officer Dune, and this is Deputy Tern. Would you be willing to come to the station for questioning?"

She asked. You blink, your mind reeling before you respond with an uneasy voice.

"Yes.. Okay."

You confirm. Your body still felt weird, your head light and buzzing with a dull pain.

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You sat uncomfortably in the worn-out plastic chair. It felt as if you'd been planted on it for hours. It was an unpleasant feeling that made your ass numb, much like your expression. You hear a creak behind you, and you swing your head around. Nothing was there.

The shadows seemed to mock you. To move subtly and test your sanity. Just as you were about to call yourself crazy, the door opened with a click of the handle. An officer came in holding a clipboard. He shut the door behind him and then strolled over to the table, sitting down. Have you taken your meds recently?

"Hello, Ms L/N. I'm Officer Brian, I'll be your interrogator."

He introduced, and he had a serious expression across his face.

"Before we begin, I'd like to inform you that anything we say and do in this room is being recorded at this very moment."

He warned, and you simply nodded with an unreadable expression.

"Now, can you tell me everything you know about Joshua?"

He asked. Your mind reeled back to the events of that night, a shiver rolling involuntarily through your tense body.