Life isn't Unfixable (Will Ryan/DAGames x Reader)

Night 5

Will's P.O.V.

I get my check tonight. Good job me! Surviving an entire week of talking to a robot who I have finally decided I liked. A lot. Oh shit. She's a robot, yet I like her. WHY?!?! Ha, I have no fucking clue. Ehh, lets just get this over with.

I walked into the office, only to get greeted with a girl who had (h/l) (h/c) hair. She looked at me with pretty (e/c) eyes. It took me a second to realize, "Holy shit is that you (Y/N)?!"

Reader's P.O V.

I smiled at him, "Well, duh! You are quite clever." Then, I looked back towards the ground, worried of what he'll think.

I could hear him pull up a chair, "Hey, what's wrong?"

My heart beat quickened, I'm so scared! What do I tell him?, "Uh, um-"

He interrupted me, "Tell me. You're my friend. Does it have something to do with this human thing? Cause I honestly think it's awesome. A-and, it- never mind. Either form, you are awesome."

That made my day, "Th-thank you. There's something else, though."

He hummed in response.

I took a deep breath, "I-" I was interrupted by a bang on the door, which I had closed before Will had gotten here.

We looked at eachother. He opened his mouth to speak until a voice started singing,

"All this torture will unwind.

Take it from our broken crimes.

We had no place to go.

But you would know."

Will and I looked at eachother with wide eyes. He mouthed, That's Left Behind!

I mouthed back, I know!!!

The voice continued,

"Take your turn to run and flee.

But death's your destiny.

Stop holding back from me."

The voice stopped singing, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I opened my mouth and was about to say something when the door flew open. And by that, I mean the door was kicked in, and hit the wall on the other side of the other door. Something blurred it's way in, and tackled Will.

Will's P.O.V.

I had been tackled. By an animatronic. Well, a Funtime animatronic, to be precise.  (Y/N) might tell you otherwise, but I did not scream like a baby when I was tackled by Baby. Yeah, that was a pun. But (Y/N) would say I did. I DID NOT.

Reader's P.O.V.

He did.

Will's P.O.V.

Anyhoo, I was tackled by Baby, who exclaimed, "EGGS BENNEDICT!!!" when she got me. I just responded, "No."

She tilted her head, "What do you mean, Eggs?"

I saw (Y/N) put her fingers to the bridge of her nose as she sighed, annoyed, "That's not Eggs Bennedict, Baby. He died, like, 30 years ago."

Baby then procceded to punch me. In the face. Which then ended up making my nose bleed and giving me what I assumed would be a black eye. Well, fuck.