A Child's Murder (William Afton x Y/N)

Chapter 1

I just got out out of collage, and for me staying at my parents was a no-go, so I got an apartment in hurricane, Utah. It was nice to say the least, affordable rent, two bedrooms, on the third floor. I studied robotics and engineering in collage and I currently have a masters in it.

Works out and the people here are nice. I have an old lady as a nextdoor neighbor, Mrs. Peterson, and she is the sweetest. She has a cat named Pumpkin, due to the ginger color and the liking of pumpkin pie, and she has a nice collection of plants as well. She gave me one, "To spruce up the place" she says, and she said I could come by anytime for tea and a chat.

Little things like that are the best, in my opinion. Yes the big moments are good, but the smaller moments are what matters more to me. Anyway, I had just gotten done with unpacking the last box, exhausted, I lay down on my newly placed bed.

I was thinking of walking around the town, getting to know the streets and people, and maybe find a good job, so I can stay fed, sheltered, and clothed. My phone rings, annoyed I pick it up and answer.
"Hello?"

"Y/n! How did it go? Are you unpacked? Am I bothering you? Oh, did you-"

"Mom, mom, slow down. I'm unpacked and it's going great." I say, before she can ask a million other questions. I swear that sweet woman can ask a thousand questions in a minute.

"You know, you could've came back to me and your father." Here we go again...

"Mom, I told you, I wanted to be independent. I know your doors are open to me and I'm greatful for that, but you know, the baby bird had to leave the nest at some point. Plus, I can't be like Johnny and Camren."

It was true, I couldn't be like my older siblings. They have been living with mom and dad for a while now and haven't even gotten a job or at least gone back to school. I wanted to be better. Better for them. I know damn well that's not how you get by in the world.
"Y/n L/n, you don't ever talk about your older siblings like that. You know they are struggling."

"With what? Being mature? Not being able to see the bigger picture?! Look, you and dad need to atleast talk to them, about getting there ass's up and getting a job or going back to school! You can't wash and clean for them forever. You know that."
I say calming myself down slightly

"I know n/n (nickname) but you know how hard it is for me to part with them. I have to let you go, the roast beef needs me. Love you bye!"

"Love you too mom, bye"I hang up and sigh, looking out the window.

"I hope a walk will clear my mind." I mutter to myself as I get my shoes on and a light jacket. It was around the fall, my favorite time of the year, the cold crisp air, the scent of cinnamon and pumpkin. The changing colors of leaves and trees, as well as the holidays that come with it.

I walk out of my apartment, locking the door, and see Mrs. Peterson. She was wearing a trench coat and her usual knee length skirt, and black tights, along with some winter boots. Her hunched over figure was just closing her door as well.
"Hello Mrs. Peterson." I say happily.

"Hello, dearie. Oh, are you heading out as well?" She asks.

"Yes indeed ma'am. I was gonna take a walk around and check out some places." I say to her. She taps her chin and smiles.

"How would you like to go to the grocery store with me so I can get some things, then we can come back and I can cook us some dinner." She offers. I smile and nod, clearly enjoying the idea of a home cooked meal and not a fastfood place.

"Yes please." I say as I walk with her, latching my arm with hers, since she had a cane. We walk to the elevator and ride down, greeting the door and desk clerks as we go out side. Mrs. Peterson tells me little stories of her childhood and her time with her mister. I liked hearing stories from long-time-ago-days, they always seemed so happy and adventurous.

We arrive at the local grocery store and I help her out with getting groceries. I offer to pay, since she was going to cook dinner. She accepts my offer gratefully and we head out.
"You know, I've been looking for a job. One that involves robotics and engineering. And one that pays decently." I say to her, hoping that she might have a suggestion.

"Well, hmm. I don't know any place that has need for those types of qualities. If your looking for a job, try looking at the town bulletin boards they have up around here. You know, I bet they will need a smart young woman like you somewhere." She says positively. I smile.

"Thanks Mrs. Peterson" I say as we get to the apartments. I open the door for her and we walk in. After a short elevator ride and a small walk down the hall, next to my door, we head into her apartment. I don't know what it is about this apartment that makes it feel like home. I just felt so warm and welcome here.

I set the grocery's down on the island table in her kitchen, pumpkin rubbing against my leg. Mrs. Peterson unpacks the grocery's, me helping, and starts making dinner. She makes some spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread, and salad on the side. It looked delicious.

"Thank you Mrs. Peterson, it look absolutely delicious. And no doubt it is" I say as I set the table and pour us some tea. She chuckles and gestures me to sit down, after I was done setting the table. We pray and eat, and holy mother of Jesus, it was delicious. After talking about many random subjects and finishing our food, I thank her for the, and her giving me some leftovers for tomorrow's lunch, I leave.

I walk into my apartment and lie down on my bed, kicking off my shoes, and untieing my hair. Maybe everything was going to be alright.