𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. // WILLIAM AFTON X READER

.○° CHAPTER 7 °○.

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"Chaos, pizza, and more chaos."

Well, it's finally time!

As you step out of William's car and thank him gratefully for the ride home and the...

Experience last night..

He smiles, though his eyes hold a hint of unease. You chalked it up to the fact that it was due to the fact that you weren't going to be living with him (if you could call it that) anymore, and instead living on your own.

You wander inside, the tired man at the front desk looking more refreshed today. His gaze lifts to meet yours, and he smiles, albeit weakly.

"Morning, y/n."

He said with a raspy voice. You feel initially warmed until confusion creeps up within you.

"How do you know my name?"

You ask, raising an eyebrow. He blushes, looking down and tapping his finger on the desk.

"Paperwork. I try to be familiar with everyone here."

He chuckled, but it sounded forced and embarrassed. You roll your eyes and pat his shoulder.

"Well, good morning to you too, Andy."

You say. He, too, looked confused until you called out over your shoulder as you walked away.

"Nametag!"

He looked down at his chest and noticed his shiny nametag read the words "ANDY H." On it in big letters. He grinned, looking over to the stairs - which you had now ascended.

As you step into the apartment, you take a deep breath of fresh air, sighing and walking into your room.

Finally, you could continue being the little brat you were, instead of having to be polite and sweet at William's house.

You walk to your closet, tearing off these mangy clothes until you realise something.

Right, back to topic!

It's finally time! Today, you start your first shift at Freddy Fazbear's.

You notice the bandage around your neck as you glance into the mirror and your eyebrows raise. You'd just kind of learned to subconsciously live with it and ignore it.

You unwrap it, revealing a healing scab that stood out from your skin tone. You shudder, memories flooding back to you.

With a grunt, you shake your head and decide that you wouldn't ponder on the bad. Today would be a good day.

You look at the time. You had about an hour before you had to be at work.

You open your closet, looking at the crisp uniform you'd picked up a while ago. A grin spreads across your face. You wear the yellow polo shirt and black dress pants with converses.

You accessorise with black earrings, styling your hair in pigtails, adding a spiked belt with hanging chains and arm warmers. You look at yourself in the mirror, deciding not to wear makeup today. You put in a headband and put on your nametag, taking a deep breath.

"Okay."

You whisper to yourself, grabbing your duffel bag and backpack before making your way out of the room.

You wander down the stairs, your steps echoing ominously through the tall flights of endless steps. You make it to the bottom and walk past the man, who was now snoring and drooling profusely.