Criminals (FNAF AU)

Seven Santa's Missing

The next couple of chapters are mini stories that take place wherever on the timeline. Enjoi!! ^___^

William walked into the precinct, shaking off the snow on his big black coat. The waft of ginger and eggnog attacked his nose and instantly made him hungry. He pulled his thick scarf over his pink and very cold nose, and made his way inside.

Being a detective is difficult work. When William accepted the job about a few months ago he expected it to be like all the Sherlock Holmes books he had read so religiously as a child: solve the case, catch the bad guys, and celebrate at a bar.

He had been so, so very wrong.

The amount of paperwork that comes with the assignments is straight up overkill. Each case you got just had to be accompanied by a mountain of paperwork. He absolutely loathed having to write that much, his hand near to falling off after each day, but had to suck it up pretty quickly or he would risk falling behind.

Catching the bad guys was William's favourite part of the job. He enjoyed figuring out clues and chasing the bad guys down long, dark alleyways or even being chased himself. That rush of delicious adrenaline he'd feel as his heart pumped hard in his chest and he would be left breathless, but with a large grin on his face as if it was all a game.

Which to him it kind of always is.

Interrogating them was also fun, William thought. He was told not to use extreme measures when interrogating suspects, but that was only when he was at the precinct being supervised. When he was out on the field, just him and his partner, he would use all matter of psychological and physical horror to get the answers he needed.

He found it highly amusing.

But tonight was different. It was Christmas. He would finally catch a break and attempt to be on his best behaviour. The biting cold and pretty displays of lights reminded William of how many Christmases he had missed over the thirty years of being in prison - alone - with only the cries of the other prisoners and Charlie to keep him company.

It's kind of sad when you really think about.

But William promised himself he would not be depressed and instead, the only thing on his mind were the absolutely devine smelling gingerbread cookies Megan's mother had baked and dropped off at the precinct this morning.

He could practically taste it. He subconsciously greeted all his fellow colleagues as he passed and went straight for the food table. He saw how crowded it was and he understood why.

Decadent foods and deserts covered the long table in the back, but William's eye was set on the prize. Stephanie had said that everyone loved Mrs Gracey's baking, so it was bound to be the thing everyone went for. William found the container and he grinned.

Last one, he thought. Inside of the round plastic tupperware was a single, beautifully decorated gingerbread cookie in the shape of a pine tree with white, green and red sugary icing decked on.

William held out his hand to take it, but a chubby set of fingers slid its way into the container and grabbed the cookie first. William turned around furiously to glare at the bald back of a short, stubby man's head with his fists clenched and his blood boiling.

Robert. That wanker doesn't even work here, he's the electricity guy! I'm going to butcher that slimy little son of a-

"Afton."

William snapped his head towards the voice. He scowled at the person who had just approached him. "Cawthon," he sneered, and the Captain glared back, but kept his professionalism.