Criminals (FNAF AU)

Chapter 6: Criminals

As the warm morning sun crept through the crack in the curtains, Stephanie groaned as she tossed to the other side. Her mind began to drift again, but a sudden thought came to her and she seemed to become instantly awake.

There was a criminal in her home.

She sat up and immediately went to her cupboard to get her baseball bat, not even bothering to get her slippers. Stephanie held the bat up high above her head. She pushed the handle down and kicked the door lightly open with her toe.

She poked her head through the wide enough crack in the door cautiously before letting her body slip through. As she silently closed the door a jolly voice boomed loudly behind her.

"What a wonderful morning, is it not?" William beamed.

Stephanie turned around so fast she almost lost her balance. She leaned up against the door in fright to hold herself up right.

"Don't scare me like that!" she yelled angrily, shaking the bat threateningly in her hands. "I would've whacked you with this right across your face."

William frowned. "Do you always carry a bat around with you?" he asked curiously and pointed at said baseball bat.

"Yes..." Stephanie answered and lowered it slowly. She looked at William for the first time properly that morning. He wasn't wearing his waistcoat, and was instead in black suspenders, but yet somehow managed to look very formal.

Suddenly a whiff tickled her nose and her stomach grumbled. It smelt so yummy. Stephanie looked over to the island beside her and saw the breakfast that had been prepared.

A plate that she had never seen in a long time had a large stack of delicious looking pancakes, topped off with maple syrup and mixed berries. There was a bowl of whipped cream as a side.

Stephanie drooled hungrily as she stared at the food. She was never one to cook anything extravagant. Her diet mostly consisted of salads, pastas and takeout. William grinned, feeling pleased with himself at the meal he had so wholeheartedly prepared.

It was the least he could do.

"If you'd excuse me I'll be washing up before breakfast," he said and turned on his heel as he made his way to the bathroom.

Stephanie watched as he went inside and closed the door slightly behind him. Her eyes looked around the house. The couches were made up, the cat toys were packed away and the table was shiny clean. Meatloaf strutted from his tower, stretched and jumped on his reserved seat at the table.

"Can we keep him?" Stephanie asked, turning to the cat with stars in her eyes.

Meatloaf looked at her with a constant frown. He meowed deeply, disapproving.

"No. Not like that. Like a pet. You know. He'll be your adoptive brother."

Meatloaf meowed again, this time much longer.

"Stop being stingy. He won't steal your bed or food. And no, he won't take your toys either. I think he only plays with knives."

As William let the cold water run through his fingers his sharp ears picked up the entire conversation. He chuckled at the silly talk Stephanie was having with her cat.

He still didn't like that cat though. It annoyed him immensely. He dried his hands, looked in the mirror to fix his hair quickly and left.

As he made his way to the kitchen, Stephanie was boiling water and searching through her cupboard for mugs.

"Detective," William said as he sat down at the island beside Meatloaf with his back poised and his arms in front of him on the table. "I have a question that I would like to ask."