LOL (Lolbit x Reader)

~ 17 ~

∆ Email Sent ∆

The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you stepped into the police station, your heart racing with a mix of determination and anxiety. The sterile environment felt suffocating, the air heavy with the sharp scent of cleaning supplies and stale coffee. You approached the reception desk, where an officer glanced up with a bored expression, barely concealing his disinterest.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his tone flat and dismissive.

“I’m looking for information about my grandfather,” you said, forcing your voice to sound steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside. “I need to find him to locate my father.”

The officer raised an eyebrow but remained disengaged. “What’s his name?”

“William Afton,” you replied, the name feeling foreign and laden with complexity as it rolled off your tongue.

He typed it into his computer, the click of keys echoing like a countdown in the small room. After a moment, he looked back at you, his expression devoid of empathy. “He’s still alive. Resides in town.”

A surge of hope filled your chest, but it quickly dissipated as the weight of his words settled in. “Can you tell me where he lives?”

The officer shook his head without hesitation. “Sorry, but we can’t disclose that information. Privacy laws.”

Frustration boiled within you, bubbling over into a plea. “But he’s my family! I have a right to know!”

He shrugged, his indifference infuriating. “You’ll have to contact him directly. We can’t help you.”

You clenched your fists, the urge to retort burning at the back of your throat. “Is there any way I can get in touch with him? Phone number? Anything?”

The officer paused, glancing at the screen again before letting out a resigned sigh. “The only information I can give you is his email address. It’s not much, but it’s a way to reach him.”

Your heart raced at this small glimmer of hope. “I’ll take it.”

He scribbled the email on a scrap of paper, his movements mechanical, and slid it across the desk.

“Thank you,” you said, grabbing the paper, a mix of gratitude and frustration swirling within you. This was a lead, albeit a weak one.

As you turned to leave, determination surged through you. You had come here hoping for a breakthrough, and while this wasn’t everything you wanted, it was enough to keep moving forward.

Outside, the cool air hit you like a splash of cold water, invigorating your senses. You leaned against the brick wall, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart. You needed to craft the right message—one that would convince your grandfather to engage with you.

You stared down at the paper, reading the email: AftonRobotics@mail.com. The name felt eerily familiar, an unsettling whisper of a memory that danced just out of reach. You brushed it off, chalking it up to your mind playing tricks.

You were too excited to care; the slight push of progress ignited a flicker of motivation, dimming the hurt that lingered from thoughts of Lolbit.

“Y/N, what are you doing at the police station?” You looked up to see Zach approaching, his blond curls shifting slightly with a soft breeze, curiosity etched on his face.

Your eyes briefly took in his features—his broad shoulders and rounded belly gave him a comforting, teddy bear-like vibe. His casual, unhurried movements matched his solid yet unassuming presence, inviting you to lower your guard.