One Stab Away (William Afton x Reader)

Chapter 2

'This was it.' You thought to self. 'I guess my plans to jump off the roof wont be happening, clearly. Getting stabbed isn't my ideal way of dying, but hey, beggars cant be choosers.'

The strange man slowly walked over to you, and when he got to you he pulled you all the way inside the room, closing the door behind you.

"I'll give you a choice kid." His voice was low and a little raspy.

"Either you keep this a secret, or I kill you. Right. Now."

"If you chose to keep a secret, I will watch you, and when you even let the smallest little detail about this slip, I will KILL you. But if you chose to just die here in the back of a Freddy Fazbears, you wont have to worry about that anymore!" The man had you pinned to the right wall of the backroom with both of his arms keeping you from moving either way.

'I could say I'll keep a secret and then tell someone, or I could just die here... In the back of a Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria... What does it matter at this point, I wont be blamed for my death if I die now.'

"I-I'm not a kid..." You muttered under your breath, preparing yourself for what was about to come. "And I'd rather just die here instead of pro-longing the inevitable." Your tone was shaky and quiet, but he still heard you.

William POV

'This was easier than I thought it would be...' I slowly removed both of my arms, the kid could at least move around now. It wasn't like they were going to though, they were just standing there against the wall with tears welling up in their eyes. "Alright kid, I'll kill you in a second, but why not try to escape, or try everything to keep it a secret?"

"L-Like I s-said, no use pro-longing th-the inevitable... I-I, I planned to jump off my apartment b-building after my friends birthday and-"

I cut them off by putting my finger to their lips as to quiet them. "I love watching people suffer, so maybe, just maybe, I won't kill you. You want to die, so why should you be given that luxury?"

As I brought my finger away from their face, I saw their cheeks start to heat up. 'What the hell, are the blushing?! I'm a psychopath who was about to kill them, why are they blushing?'

(Y/N) POV

"I-I... I don't know..." You whispered. The man didnt seem as scary anymore now that you really thought about it. Suddenly he grabbed your arm and dragged you down the hallway away from the backroom. "H-Hey! What are you doing?! Dont touch me!" You squirted trying to free yourself from his firm grasp which was to no avail.

"Stay here. If you go anywhere I wont hesitate stab you. You won't die, buts gonna hurt like hell." He threw you down into one of the restaurant booths next closest to the hallway. You  glanced back at him just to see him dissapear into the darkness of the hallway. Your wrist hurt from him pulling on it, and you massaged it while you sat upright in the booth.

It had been almost half an hour, you had been checking the clock about every five minutes. You finally saw him walk back towards you. He had more blood on his hands, his tie, and shirt.

'How did he get more blood on him? Oh shit, maybe there were more kids back there...'

"I bet you're wondering why I'm covered in more blood right? I stuffed those kids into some old animatronic suits that we have in the back. So no, I didnt kill anyone else." You were a little taken aback by what he did. How could he do that, much less to a dead child!?

"Follow me kid." The man grabbed your wrist, but this time it was less painful. He led you out the front doors of Freddy Fazbears and around the building to an alleyway that led to a large apartment building.

"You're coming home with me, got it kid?" He slammed his arm against the wall of a tall building, pinning you against it, again. He brought his hand to your neck, and you flinched and started having a panic attack. Your breathing became heavier, and there were tears welling up in your eyes. "We're not crying not are we?" He brought his hand slowly up my neck and onto my chin, holding my head up to meet his eyes. You felt your tears burning down your cheeks and you felt as if you were going to suffocate.

"Having a panic attack right now is pretty inconvenient, don't you think?" He smirked, and you felt that if before wasn't the end, then how definitely was.

*Sigh* "My name is William Afton. William Vincent Afton."

A/N

Sorry it's short! I wanted to end the chapter on him saying his name, but I didn't really want to just put in fillers. The next chapter will be longer, I promise!