𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨. // WILLIAM AFTON X READER

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"A Fazbear Christmas"

It had been a few months since your ordeal with Afton and the alleyway. Officers haven't bothered you or him, perhaps they crossed you off as suspects.

Regardless, you've been relatively happy. You enjoyed your job, and your relationship with Henry even grew as friends! Everything was joyous. William had tried his best to make you happy, giving you various gifts and affections - even though he wasn't particularly one for public displays of affection.

But one thing bothered you.

You two had never actually stated that you two were dating. It was more of a friends with benefits type of thing. You knew that wasn't the case. He felt something for you.. And you felt it back.

It was the Christmas season.

You were out for a late walk through the shopping centre, admiring all of the lights and snow covering everything.

Along buildings were gorgeous Christmas lights that danced and flickered, illuminating the surroundings with a warm glow. Decorations like tinsel and baubles twinkled and glittered, dangling from various points. Happy children in thick coats and mittens rushed around with their parents, and a dressed-up santa walked around with a big sack over his shoulder, greeting the rascals.

Snow began to fall from above, piling onto the snow that was already there. Each step was crunchy, your fingers dancing around a patch of ice. You hum softly, your eyes reflecting the lights perfectly. You looked as if you'd fallen from heaven... In your.. Ripped jeans, grey leather jacket, worn-out converses, and baggy red shirt.. Yeah, you weren't too affected by the cold.

Just as you were about to keep walking, a red-headed girl rushed past you. You immediately recognised it to be Elizabeth, William's middle. Your eyes widened, and you followed after her.

"Lizzy!"

You call out. She stopped and turned to face you with bright eyes. She gasped and ran up to you, holding out her arms for a hug.

"Y/N!"

She exclaimed. You chuckled and kneeled, hugging the girl.

"Where is your daddy?"

You ask her, pulling away from the hug and running a hand through her hair. She points up. You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head.

"What?"

Tilting your head up, you gasp and almost fall.

It was William.

He was looming over you from behind with a knowing smirk on his face. He'd managed to sneak up behind you, his footsteps silenced on the loud snow. You stand up swiftly, gulping.

"You really need to stop doing that."

You said with a bitter tone, tugging on his scarf so it tightened around his neck. He let out a smooth chuckle, loosening his grey scarf and looking you up and down.

"Are you allergic to warm clothes, or are you just invincible?"

He asked, his tone laced with sarcasm as Michael and Evan came up behind him. Elizabeth walked up to Evan and took his small hands, doing a silly jig with him.

"I don't feel the cold all that much."

You shrug and take in his own attire. He had a scarf around his neck, the same shade as his eyes, a black coat over a knitted Christmas sweater on that was clearly given to him by Henry, baggy jeans, and thick black boots. He looked good, even in his attempt to stay warm.