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

Purple Ending: Self Destruction

(This is the alternate bonus ending, also considered the Villain Ending. This chapter contains major spoilers from the Fourth Closet.)

"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."'

Your words turned in the dark, depraved mind of William Afton like gears as he deliberated your fate.

'It is tempting...' He supposed. 'They're young, so their remnant may still be of use in the very least, however also naive... and so very willing to take risks. So easily trusting me despite my very honest warnings about my intentions... And I do so relish the opportunity to gloat over Henry's inferiority.'

A dastardly smirk played upon his lips. He reached over and picked up the overhead speaker mic and pressed the on button, speaking into it with authority,

"Y/n, report to my office." He commanded and clicked it off.

You're startled as you hear William's words echo overhead. He sounded off. As if a hint of something he was attempting to hold back tried to creep into his voice.

You quickly finish what you had been doing before practically jogging to his office, knocking softly before creaking open the door.

"What is it, Mr. Afton? Usually you come get me yourself..." The change in habit threw you off, making you a bit nervous.

William Afton sat before you, imposing as ever, trying to restrain back a smirk that kept creeping up on the corners of his thin lips devilishly.

"Close the door." He instructs, his eyes lidded and dead set on you fervidly.

You blink, the sound making chills crawl up your spine and your heart beat in your throat. You do so, suddenly feeling small and shy under his gaze.

"Is this more of our little game?" You ask after a few moments of the door being closed, hands shaking ever so slightly. You quickly stuff them in your pockets to hide your frazzled nerves.

William finally allows the smirk to spread and remain, pleased by your attempt to not show weakness. It only made him want to affect you more intensely.

"Of course~" He almost purred, giving you another rush of chills up the back of your neck, making your hair prickle. "This will be fun. We can play our little game every day, if you desire." He said with that lustrous velvet voice that should be classified as a weapon. 'Forever.' He thinks to himself.

He extends his hand to you. "Come closer."

"Stop delaying." You take a single, cautious step towards him. "Is this what you wanted?" You ask with a brow raised.

"Quite." He gives you a charming smile, although you still feel uneasy. "Although it will be difficult to shake hands and seal our agreement from across the room. I'm offering you a promotion. From a lowly repair mechanic to my personal technician."

He proclaimed dramatically, a sudden showman esque flair to his tone, "You are welcome to refuse and continue merely repairing arcade machines and changing lights, or you can help make a discovery that revolutionizes science as we know it forevermore."

You give him a curious and confused look as you take slow, careful steps up to his desk.

"What's the catch?" You ask bluntly. "You don't make things easy... What tricks are you planning, hm?" You watched his silver-blue eyes carefully.

"When have I ever tricked you? Ask me anything. I will be completely honest and sincere and answer anything you'd like. You have my word." His rich accent was making you melt like a chocolate on your tongue.