Boss! William Afton and Henry Emily x Reader (Completed)

Chapter Five: Dark Charisma

You shake your head, hugging yourself tightly while trembling. "These machines aren't animatronics; They're death traps!"

William sighed, shaking his head while looking down at you with lidded eyes and whispered, "Where did that sassy person go? I actually admire that about you." He stooped down. "Come now, don't be afraid. After all, it's me. Don't you trust me?" His smile and his words were so soothing convincing, you felt your heart beat faster and more urgently, startled by how he almost got into your head so effortlessly.

"They're quite frightening to behold without the signal is all." He explained and pushed a button on the remote. You hear the piercing white noise, just like at Henry's house, and miraculously, the animatronics look like they're covered in fur and look similar to the ones you know, only sleeker and more refined. "If you think mine are frightful, you should see the endoskeletons of Henry's." He chuckled, before adding,

"As for this death talk of yours: rest assured I wouldn't allow that to happen to you." He purred with honeyed words. " We already have enough investigations going on. It would make for a poor company image." He said teasingly, rising back up to his full height.

You shuddered while his silky words sink under your skin. In away, his calming charm makes him even more dangerous. Somehow, you know now that he's dangerous and could destroy you in an instant and leave no trace... but he would have let you die just then if he hadn't had a reason for keeping you alive, right?

"You silver-tongued devil... I trust you as far as I can throw you, Mr. Afton, and I'm sure I couldn't even lift you off the ground..." A shaky smile twitched onto your lips, and you laugh softly, looking at the now friendly-looking animatronics.

"Your animatronics represent you perfectly. Take a look under the surface, and you find out just how terrifying the reality is..." You murmur and he simply returns your comment with calculating, hooded silver-blue eyes over a subtle smirk.

He would have let you die just then if he hadn't had a reason for keeping you alive, right? Echoes in your mind.

You feel a momentary rush of fear before a smirk breaks upon your lips as you squint at him.

"Why do I get the impression that we are playing a game?" You chuckled. "Even if they look cute with the illusions, There's got to be a reason you gave them so many sharp teeth and claws. What part of singing and dancing includes bloodshed?"

William frowned and turned only enough to give you a glance.

"It was never about blood." He said softly. "My motivations are not for thrill, but for results." He says bluntly. "Speaking of progress; I have more research to conduct. Now that the lights are all off, we should lock up." He proposes, making his way methodically to the door.

"Okay, now I'm getting mixed signals here..." You pouted, continuing to follow him anyways. "If it's results you want, why don't I help you? Teach me. Show me what these creations of yours can do and why they are better than Henry's."

He watched you speak as if he's decoding your every word and analyzing your expressions. He speaks softly, "It's not that simple." He says weightily, steely eyes still scanning you to determine your intentions. He paused for a long moment. "If you value anything; if you have any aspirations for your future; then you should not so freely offer yourself to a stranger." He smiled at you before adding more gravely,

"Doing so will take everything away from you. Your friends. Your old family. Your freedom. Your choices." He explained with a chilling honesty. He pauses as those words sink into your skin, and then concludes,

"Go home, y/n." He said quietly, eyes fixed upon yours unwavering. He slowly leaned in, his words severe and devoid of kindness, each punched with intense foreboding. "Go live your life and enjoy while you still can. You never know when it could be easily taken away."

You tried to look back into his eyes and not be nervous or show any sign of weakness. "I'm not afraid of you. Now, do you want my assistance or not, Mr. Afton?"

William lids his eyes and smirks, putting his hands into his blazer pockets. "You seem to have your mind made up, for better or for worse." He purred. "I must say, I cannot relate to your self destructive tendencies." His voice was rich and smooth like velvet. "Since you insist on making things complicated, I will put your request into consideration and inform you when I've made a decision."

"You really are a business man." You murmur in frustration.

Unsatisfied with the answer, you trudge out and pile into your car. He wasn't your boss outside of work. Defiantly, you pulled out your pager and tapped away to Henry.

"I'll meet you early before the diner opens tomorrow."

It was early the next morning when you arrived at Henry's home. You spotted him outside, sitting under a leaning, shady tree, looking off into the cloudy sky with a blissful smile.

You pulled up and parked your car near him, hopping out. He didn't register any of those actions or your approach, continuing to stare in dreamlike wonder at the sky, with the doll in his arms.

You looked at the tender scene, feeling so sorry for this man and all of his loss. Instead of disturbing him, you walk over quietly and take a seat close by. The clouds were still dusted pink and purple as the sun rose.

"I've signed over all legal rights to Fazbear Entertainment to William Afton." He said absentmindedly with a placid smile. "That's a part of my life I need to put behind me." He said resolutely, hugging the doll tenderly. "William agreed to pay me part of the earnings in royalties so I can put all of my time into raising my daughter." He explained, giving a loving smile to the limp ragdoll, before continuing,

"William is a brilliant businessman and I've taught him everything he needs to know about the animatronics." Henry said vacantly. "There's nothing to worry about now. I can finally live and enjoy my life." A smile spread and tears rolled down his cheeks onto the doll.

Flashes of the twisted animatronics flooded back into your mind, making your legs tremble slightly. You had to tell Henry about this. Someone else had to know.

"Henry, William is making something horrible...you have to see them...they're like nightmare animatronics." You murmur hesitantly.

Henry looked confused and mystified. He gave a slight smile, trying to comfort you. "All of the animatronics can look a little scary without their fur." He said gently.

"I don't think so." You felt uneasy just thinking about them. "I think even with fur these would terrify children. Henry, please, just come look for yourself. Something's not right."

Henry's smile faded and his gaze look unfocused, staring far away and at nothing at all. "Everything is fine. It's going to be okay. William has everything under control."

"That's what I'm afraid of." You said low and solemn. "They...almost killed me. They're dangerous-"

Henry suddenly clutched the doll tightly to his chest.

"I won't lose her, too. Not after my son's death. She's not going in there and I'm not leaving her side." He wept bitterly into the doll, obsessively stroking her synthetic hair.