Late Nights Alone.
Warnings: infidelity, child death, Willcare, alcoholic!William, power imbalance
Characters: William Afton, gn!reader
A/N: I'm on the Willcare train of thought BIG TIME. I had yet to really write an x reader with him so
William sat at his desk in his office, pale blue eyes like the color of ice on the paperwork in front of him. Lawsuits, namely, his restaurant was failing. His marriage was failing. He was tired. The man reached up to his face, pushing his bangs out of his face. His face was a mop of wavy, thick brown almost-curls with several grey streaks through the mess.
Normally he was put together, well dressed, and effortlessly charming. However, in this office, its walls a drab grey with little decoration minus a bookshelf of primarily business and engineering textbooks; law books, he was a mess. William still had to handle the lawsuits. Another parent upset at what happened, there seemed to be many of those.
Henry should be here instead, William bitterly thought.
William looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, but the business beckoned. He leaned forward, too many parents were complaining about his son, about Fredbear. How they "always knew" his establishment was creepy and unsafe. It was lies. He was tired. Those icy blue eyes dropping from the paperwork to the top, left drawer in his desk. William considered it, the sweet reward that existed within the confines. He went to open the drawer that hid his shot glass and whiskey before an apprehensive knock sounded at his office door.
William jolted upwards, tugging at the lapels of his suit jacket before clearing his throat, "Enter."
It was formal, that was for sure. William didn't seem more pleased when the employee of his entered. Well, he was, however William never let that pleasure cross his features.
"Are you... Okay, Mr. Afton?" They whispered, as if he would shatter.
At last, William thought, someone who cares. Bloody hell. William sighed, motioning to the steel chair in front of his desk, they moved to take a seat. William glanced at the clock, 10:37pm, what were they still doing here? What was he still doing here? Right. Evan. William missed all the incessant crying, the whining, the way Evan would cling to that Fredbear plushie that William gifted him one birthday a few years ago. He believed it was Evan's first birthday, actually. The things he didn't expect to miss about anyone. Their flaws.
"Ah..." He sighed again, uttering their name, "Yes, thank you for your inquiry. I could use a spot of company at the moment."
Before I drive myself insane.
The employee gave a soft, sympathetic smile and nodded, "Of course, Mr. Afton, sir."
"Please, call me William." The brunette supplied.
This, for whatever reason, made his heart beat faster. Guilt? Maybe. Was he finally having that "torrid love affair" that Clara always accused him of? Damn, he missed her. Her touch, those brilliant green eyes that she passed down to Elizabeth. Oh, Elizabeth.
Even sitting here, vaguely flirting with them, William missed his wife, at home with his surviving children. William simply tried to push them from his mind.