Afton: A RWBY/FNIA Story

Prologue: Hate

??? POV:

I sat in my armchair, thinking about life and the way things are going. I murdered so many children I've forgotten something...oh right it's that bastard child

???: "Y/N"

I stood up carrying the beer bottle in my hand and kicked open the front door.

???: "Y/N TURN THAT RACKET OFF ITS TIME FOR DINNER"!!

But the music kept playing.

Meanwhile:

Begin song:

You body moved two and fro while keeping in tune and on time with the music. You ducked rolled twist and twirl. All while welding a large mechanical hand onto an animatronic you've been building yourself.

Still Dancing You Secured the hand on and moved your skinny legs as fast as they can move towards the door. After hearing a shout come from the other side.

You reached for the door only for it to lunge forward and strike you on the forehead.

You: OW!!.

PAUSE MUSIC NOW:

All together the noise stopped and a very drunk looking William Afton your father stood there with the classic wife beater outfit.

William: I called out 8 times boy...where are your manners?

You stood up to your feet.

You: Sorry sir I was working on my project once again.

William looked at the animatronic. A large head with rabbit ears. A chrome place body with a retractable door. The hands were large big enough to crush a man's head.

William: well...look at you.

William walked over towards the animatronic before staring directly at its eyes.

William: Can't say I'm not that impressed.

He beltched a loud one at that.

William: Anyways it's dinner, bath, then bed.

Timeskip:

Your POV:

You sat infront of the bathroom mirror. Staring at your naked body covered in scars and burns. Cigarette scars were all over your arm. The only thing not scared was your face. You lightly touch a spot that has an emotional attachment to it.

Flashback:

You lay asleep in your bed when an ungodly rowl stirred you from your sleep.

It was mom and dad they were fighting again. You quietly reached for the door and as quiet as a mouse you open it.

Your eyes widen.

Present:

Your brought back to reality when a knock came from the door.

William: Hurry up in there someone more important needs to use it.

You sigh and say.

You: Okay Dad

You tie your hair into a messy ponytail and put on some nice blue pajamas. After brushing your teeth you open the door only to be met with the stench of beer.

William: You..

He reached up to touch your face.

William: You have your mother's eyes.

Williams hand fell short before falling back to his side.

William: Go Get Crawl Into Bed.

You very quickly crawled into bed that night. This wasn't the first time William has tried something like this. He almost goes for it but falters at the very end. Like he's resisting the urge to touch you ina- NO DONT THINK LIKE THAT!!