The Only One Who Loves You(Kidnapped!Reader+Purple Guy)

Love and Pizza

This past month had not been something to write home about, but William seemed to make it special. He'd tell you lots of jokes, usually about his life. You remember when you asked of his birthday. "April 1st, that's why no one took me seriously" "Ahahahaha!" You laughed hysterically. Then you turned to the side only to see William staring at you in angry fashion. "Oh you're serious" he elbowed your shoulder (XD) but you laughed it off. It's not like he meant it or anything. You decided not to tell your parents or siblings about him, only your aunt (she's chill as heck). It was on one fateful day, one that changed your life forever...

William's POV
I took my usual place next to (y/n). She seemed pretty sad today though. "What is the matter, child?" Child. I hadn't used that term in a while. She continued to sob quietly, so I hugged her like it would be my last. Oh no. This was just the beginning. I pulled out a (favorite bar or snack) and placed it in her hand. "I know how much you love these, so I saved them exclusively for you!" "Th-th-thanks" she said between tears. "Now calmly tell me what the problem is" I said in a cool, calm, style. My mind flashed back to my psychology classes in college. "When you want to gain someone's trust, you need to come off as a guardian, a parent, a friend. Be like their second home, someone they can trust." Ahhh, Professor Andy Charmand. I'd have to thank you for that lecture. I could hear him in my head, as though he were right there with me. As I rubbed (y/n)'s shoulder she began to cry softly onto my shoulder. "M-m-m-my p-p-parents a-a-aren't g-g-g-giving m-m-me res-res-re-resp-p-e-ct"
"What, how!?"
She wiped her tears away after sometime and began her recount
"last time my best friend came over for dinner with my parents, mom and dad were comparing her to me, AGAIN! Eve-ry sin-gle TIME she comes over, they would be all like '(y/n) why can't you be more like (f/n)! (f/n) is sooo nice!' If they like (f/n) so much, why don't they replace me! I don't even like them. You're much nicer". She began to cry again, so I patted her head and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Could this plan actually work? Only one way to find out. I gently rubbed her shoulder, calming her down with reassuring quotes, whispering things I knew she wanted to hear. "I will always be there for you" "sleep my dear, it's almost bedtime" "I love you" "I'm the only one who will ever care for and about you". It took a while but soon I was able to coax her into sleep. Sorta felt like a bonding moment, like that of a mother and her newborn child as she slowly and gently fed them with her breastmilk while gently shaking and rocking them back and forth. Now for the tricky part. Getting her into the car. I picked her up, carried her to the backroom and placed her on top of a table. Next to her was a capsule, which was big enough for a child to fit in, but just barely. I held her with care so as not to wake her up. That would cause a disturbance, not to mention she'd figure out what was going on and not trust me anymore. She fit into the capsule with ease. Getting her to the car was a harder task though, as she weighed twice as much in the capsule than before. Moreover there was Harry the janitor. If I bumped into him he'd hold me up and take the capsule to the car, thus getting him involved. That'd be a catastrophe. I rushed out the back door and straight to the car, placing her in the back seat first then getting behind the wheel. Slamming the gears without looking back, I drove outta there like a maniac escaping the asylum. I sped all the way to my house in a minute or two. After parking I looked into the back seat and opened the capsule to find that (y/n) was still asleep. 'Hm, heavy sleeper' I thought. I gently took her out and carried her into the house and upstairs where I put her onto Elizabeth's bed in her room. I took a moment to appreciate (y/n) when she slept. She was so innocent and pure, as though she were a baby. I kissed her on the forehead and went downstairs to make lunch.

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Reader's POV
I woke up and looked around. Nothing was familiar. I was in this small, pink bedroom with a pastel pink set of curtains, neatly drawn to reveal the bright, glowing yellow light of the sun's rays. On the floor was a pink, circular, boho chic carpet with green grass designs on it. The floor was nicely cleaned but for a few plushies of Foxy and Chica. The closet however was a dark shade of yellow and gave of an eerie vibe of 'monster in the closet' horror movie. All around the room, possibly even the house, I smelled the sweet aroma of spicy sauce and (favorite pizza). "Wh-where am I?" No response. "William?!" Nothing. I sobbed. No Willy to keep me company in this seemingly bad dream in this strange house. Oh Lord. I wonder who's cooking that wonderful meal? I was just going to hide under the covers when the door swung open, to only reveal the one and only William, carrying a tray of what was possibly the food I smelled earlier. "Hey sweetie." He said with that smile of his, that beautiful, beautiful smile, the only reason I was kidnapped in the first place. "YOU KIDNAPPED ME!" I screamed at the top of my voice. I could almost feel my tears against my eyes, forcing themselves out like mad dogs who just spotted a piece of meat. He however paid no heed to my emotions as he slowly walked towards the bed I was lying on and placed the food on my lap. He got closer and knelt down beside me, while I tried to inch away, but to no avail. Holding my hand and squeezing it tight he said, "sweetie, I didn't kidnap you, I saved you", with such a soft voice too. But I still can't understand! "W-w-w-wh-what?"
"Now then, can you agree that we're friends?"
"Mm hm, bu"
"Then what about your...friend"
"...."
"Trying to replace you as your parents' daughter, and they can't even see through it, heck, they may even prefer her"
My lips tremble, he smiles sadly
"And Powell, he doesn't let you rest, always making you feel bad about yourself and your life"
"Will..."
Then there's me." He stopped, looked at me for a moment and let go of my hand. I felt goosebumps all over me. What if it's true? What if my life is a lie? What if... William is in fact the only one who will ever truly love me as he should? I took his hand just as quickly as he let mine go, and he did not hesitate. He just got up and hugged me while I let myself cry hopelessly on his shoulder. He however kept telling me words of encouragement, slowly patting me and telling me it was all going to be just fine. It was about two minutes before I let go and wiped my tears from my eyes. "Now then, (y/n), you need to eat your lunch" he said calmly and passed the food to me. "What on earth?" It was pizza I smelled. "Made it myself!" He said, beaming. "I didn't know you cooked pizza!" I took a couple of slices and ate it. It had a very soft, fluffy texture and the cheese was nice and warm, and the sauce underneath was savory and wet (juuuust how you like it... right?). I looked up to see that he was smiling at me with a sort of fondness. He pats me on the head and tells me,
"We're gonna have a good life"
From the look on his face, I actually do feel we might.