Criminals (FNAF AU)

Chapter 7: 60 feet under

Stephanie held up a gun and aimed it at the wall, testing its weight in her hands. She nodded in approval and placed it into the holster on her pants. She looked up to see William with his back to her, touching and holding everything, but not choosing one. She rolled her eyes.

"This isn't a mall, Afton," she said and strolled to a cupboard to restock her bullets. "We don't have all day." William sighed and turned around on his heel to face Stephanie.

"You don't have a knife perhaps?" he asked with one hand on his hip and the other to his chin. "Just a plain old knife would do. Nothing fancy."

"What? Can you not shoot?"

"I don't do guns, detective. They're loud and uncivil. I prefer to be more hands-on when it comes to doing harm. Guns just take the fun out of it."

Stephanie shrugged and searched around the room. She found one hidden in the back of a closet filled with more firearms. It was so plain looking. A large silver blade and black handle.

"Will this do?" Stephanie asked and held it out to William. His face lit up at the sight at of it.

"Perfect," he purred and took it. He swiveled it in and around his fingers before settling it in a pouch he had claimed. It was hooked onto his pants just like Stephanie's gun holster.

Stephanie sighed, glad that they could finally leave, and snuck herself and William out of the precinct, relieved to be out of there.

~*~

"Are you sure this is it?"

Stephanie looked at the brand new office complex that stood before her. It was tall and stretched further than the eye could see. She was amazed at it.

"Of course," William said and was playing with his new found toy. He twirled the knife between his fingers professionally. "When have I ever been wrong?"

"I've only known you for two days."

"Then I'd be pleased to tell you that I am never wrong."

Stephanie rolled her eyes and got out of the car. She craned her neck to see the top of the building. She turned to William. "Alright, Mr Know-it-all," she said and crossed her arms. "Where to?"

"Ah," William said and tucked his knife away in his pouch. "I'm dragging you around now. I see. Well then, in that case if you'd like follow me."

William walked ever so gracefully over to the complex and Stephanie reluctantly followed. She kept her gaze high and proud, feeling almost rebellious.

She had never experienced rebellion when she was a teenager. All her classmates dyed their hair and had piercings all over, but Stephanie was too afraid her hair might fall out from the dye and the concept of piercings made her weak at the knees. Her father had drilled the law into her by then already.

So this teeny, bubbly feeling made her feel high and mighty for the first time in a long time.

She followed William to the back of the complex where all the workers came out for breaks. There were one or two people, but it was otherwise empty. Stephanie was surprised to see the entire section of the back untouched and under construction, or undergoing demolition. It almost looked out of place amongst all the lush, green scenery in the front.

The floor was sandy and the grass around it was either dead or dying. In the far distance was a wide, flat brick platform with a large black metal cylinder in the middle. It looked very out of place to be in the middle of nowhere. Stephanie found that odd and wondered what it might be.