(A/n: I meant to post this last night- but i was pure pressured into celebrating new years and by the time I was free I passed tf out. I dont even remember passing out.
Also those three oneshots of William, Micheal and Springtrap are in the works. Those were the winners. Theyre still gonna be Christmas themed even though its past Christmas.
Anyways, hope y'all had a happy new year and i hope you enjoy this chapter!)
You tried to go to bed early—you really did. But instead, you spent hours staring at the ceiling, your mind spiraling through a chaotic mess of thoughts that refused to quiet.
You had a date tomorrow.
With William.
William Afton had asked you out.
Not just anyone—him. William. Successful, confident, maddeningly composed, and far too perfect for his own good. A man who could command a room with a single glance, who carried himself with a quiet, undeniable power.
And he wanted to spend time with… you.
Why?
The question echoed in your mind like a mocking chant, unraveling what little self-esteem you had. You pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes, trying to drown it out, but the doubts came surging back.
He could have anyone. Literally anyone.
Women probably fell at his feet, the kind of women who looked like they belonged in glossy magazines or upscale soirées. Women who knew how to make conversation without tripping over their own sentences or getting flustered over a simple smile. Women who didn’t live paycheck to paycheck or wear the same pair of sneakers until the soles practically disintegrated.
Women who weren’t you.
Your hand drifted to your stomach, fingers curling into the fabric of your oversized shirt. Maybe he didn’t notice how you always wore baggy clothes to hide the parts of yourself you hated. Or maybe he was just too polite to mention it. God, what if this was some kind of pity thing?
No. No, that wasn’t fair. He’d looked sincere, hadn’t he? He’d smiled—really smiled, that rare, boyish grin that lit up his normally serious face. It wasn’t a look you could fake.
But still, the voice in your head whispered cruelly, what could he possibly see in you?
You rolled onto your side, clutching your pillow like it could keep your thoughts at bay. But they kept coming, each one more cutting than the last.
He’d called you enthralling.
You let out a bitter laugh. Enthralling? You? The word felt like it belonged to someone else, someone poised and captivating—everything you weren’t. You were awkward, clumsy, and far too ordinary.
And yet, he’d said it.
The memory of his gaze lingered in your mind. The way he’d looked at you, like you were something rare, something worth noticing. It didn’t make sense. It had to be a mistake, right? Maybe he’d wake up tomorrow, see you for what you really were, and regret asking you at all.
Your chest tightened, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. Why couldn’t you just let yourself be happy about this? Why did every good thing have to come with the gnawing fear that it wasn’t real, that you didn’t deserve it?
Because deep down, you didn’t think you did.
He’s going to realize that eventually, the voice in your head murmured. It’s only a matter of time.
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Death Of Me (William Afton X Reader)
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