Death Of Me (William Afton X Reader)

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You stood in the parking lot beside your beat-up Ford Taurus, anxiously waiting for the tow truck. The sun blazed down mercilessly, its rays beating against your skin and amplifying your growing impatience. The asphalt shimmered under the relentless heat, creating a mirage that danced in the distance, teasing your vision. This morning had felt like a small victory, with Mr. Afton hovering over your shoulder, his piercing gaze scrutinizing every detail as he made you go over the basics yet again. For the second time, he seemed more engaged than dismissive, a rarity that left you feeling accomplished as you confidently demonstrated your knowledge.

But now, as noon approached, he had told you to take a break and handle your car situation. The relief had been welcome, a brief respite from the tension of your lesson and his intense presence, but your stomach was starting to growl, a stark reminder that you hadn’t eaten all day. You could venture inside the restaurant to grab a quick bite, but the thought of missing the tow truck made you hesitate. You couldn’t afford to risk losing it for a slice of pizza.

You glanced at your phone again, the screen reflecting the unforgiving sunlight, and sighed heavily as you leaned against your car, letting the heat seep into your back. “Where the hell is that tow truck?” you muttered under your breath, frustration creeping into your voice. Each passing moment felt like an eternity, the anticipation gnawing at you as you scanned the parking lot for any sign of the truck.

It was infuriating to be standing around like this, especially when Mr. Afton had been surprisingly more tolerable today. You didn’t want to risk losing that small breakthrough just because the tow truck was late, forcing you to linger longer than your break permitted.

With a sigh, you crossed your arms tightly over your chest, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, desperately seeking a comfortable position. The silence around you felt heavy, amplifying your impatience as you waited. You half-expected Mr. Afton to show up and chastise you for taking so long, though you hoped he wouldn’t; the last thing you wanted was to shatter the fragile sense of normalcy you’d managed to establish between the two of you.

As you scanned the empty lot, your mind wandered back to the workshop, where the hum of machinery and the scent of oil lingered in the air like a comforting blanket. You could almost hear Mr. Afton’s voice—calm, authoritative, and occasionally laced with an undertone of challenge—as he guided you through the intricacies of animatronics. The thought of returning there was both exhilarating and daunting, the prospect of further lessons igniting a flicker of excitement within you. Just then, a distant rumble broke through your thoughts, and your heart raced for a moment, only to sink when you realized it was just the sound of traffic on the nearby road.

Resigned to your wait, you leaned your head back against the warm metal of your car and closed your eyes, hoping that the tow truck would arrive soon.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, you finally spotted the tow truck rumbling into the parking lot, its engine growling like a hungry beast. Relief washed over you, only to be swiftly chased away by a sense of dread as the driver stepped out. He was a burly man with a scruffy beard and a smirk that radiated condescension, his gaze lingering a moment too long as he looked you over before shifting dismissively to your car.

“Well, well,” he drawled, hands on his hips, giving your Taurus a disdainful once-over. “Figures it’d be a girl calling me out for a junker like this. What, daddy didn’t buy you anything better?”

A flush crept up your cheeks, a mix of anger and embarrassment. “Excuse me?” you shot back, crossing your arms defensively. “I bought this myself—not that it’s any of your business.”

He chuckled, the sound dripping with mockery. “Sure, sweetie. And I bet you really know what’s wrong with it, right? Probably just ‘didn’t feel like starting today’?” He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Typical.”