Your determination quickly fades over the next few days. Each morning, you arrive at the workshop with a flicker of hope, but it’s extinguished within moments of Mr. Afton’s piercing gaze. His harsh criticism and insults weigh heavily on your spirit, pulling you down deeper into a pit of self-doubt. Rather than motivating you to improve, his coldness only amplifies your mistakes, turning simple tasks into monumental failures.
Mr. Afton’s relentless scrutiny feels like a spotlight burning into your back, dissecting your every move with a judgmental precision that makes you squirm. It’s a vicious cycle: the more he watches, the more mistakes you make, and the more mistakes you make, the harsher his criticism becomes. Each comment cuts deeper than the last, leaving you raw and exposed.
“You really are pathetic,” he sneers one afternoon, his voice dripping with disdain as you fumble with the tools. The weight of his words wraps around you like a vice, squeezing until you can barely breathe. “How did someone like you even get this apprenticeship? You clearly don’t have what it takes.”
His scorn hits you like a physical blow, a reminder that you’re nothing more than a disappointment in his eyes. Each day, his biting remarks chip away at your confidence, and the frustration builds inside you like a pressure cooker ready to explode. It churns in your gut, twisting into knots as you bite your lip to keep from snapping back. The urge to lash out at him grows stronger, but the thought of his icy reaction only deepens your despair.
By the end of the week, you feel as if you’re teetering on the edge of your patience. You wear a facade of composure, forcing a smile that feels like a mask, but inside, the frustration claws at you like a wild animal desperate to break free. Each interaction with Mr. Afton is an exercise in restraint, a battle against the torrent of emotion threatening to spill over and engulf you.
You focus on the tasks at hand, but even the simplest jobs become insurmountable challenges when he’s near. His presence looms over you, suffocating, and you find yourself second-guessing every decision, every movement. The tools, once familiar, now seem foreign in your hands, heavy with the weight of his expectations.
It’s unbearable. You’re at your breaking point, and you know it. But with each cutting remark, each dismissive wave of his hand, you force yourself to stay silent, to swallow the fire that threatens to ignite. Deep down, a small voice urges you to stand up for yourself, to refuse to be a victim of his scorn. But as the days drag on, you wonder how much longer you can endure the storm without snapping.
“Do you even think before you act?” he snaps another day, his gaze filled with contempt. “Honestly, I’ve seen smarter tools than you.”
You’ve started to dread his presence, anticipating the sting of his voice whenever he approaches.
As you stand at the workbench, the familiar tools before you feel like instruments of your torture. You tighten a screw, feeling the familiar sense of defeat wash over you. The world outside continues on, but in this workshop, the tension feels all-consuming, leaving you gasping for air beneath the unyielding pressure of Mr. Afton’s gaze.
He had you working on another spare part, and the monotony was starting to drive you mad. You felt like a prisoner to the same repetitive tasks, each day under Mr. Afton’s cold scrutiny feeling heavier than the last. His presence loomed like a storm cloud, dark and oppressive, as you wrestled with the mechanics before you.
Today was no different. You were bent over your workbench, struggling to assemble the components when Mr. Afton strolled in, wearing his usual dark purple button-up, his appearance sharp against the cluttered workshop backdrop. The light glinted off the dark strands in his meticulously styled hair, and his icy silver eyes locked onto your work with a critical intensity. He leaned over you, inspecting your progress with that same cold demeanor you had grown to despise.
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Death Of Me (William Afton X Reader)
Fanfiction(Read the before i begin section for more details) When you anticipated that Henry Emily would be your sponsor for your apprenticeship, it came as a shocking disappointment to learn that his business partner, William Afton, would be stepping in inst...
