-ˋˏ ༻ william afton x f!reader ༺ ˎˊ-
┈┈┈➤ thinking of; you catching william afton killing a child 🥹🥹. !! slight description of blood and a dead body i think !! william is referred to as Vincent throughout because i like that name more. this is unfinished as it is my first fic and i have no clue what im doing LOL. anyways enjoy, a/n will be at the end so be sure to read that!!
the golden nameplate “afton” shone brightly under the Pizzerias flashing party lights. you knocked three times. no answer. you knocked another three times. no answer. you knocked on the door three times more, bringing your knuckles down on the wood door harder- sharper. still no damn reply! you had an annoyed parent borderline harassing you- demanding to speak to a manager to file a complaint about “propaganda the animatronics were putting into her sons head”. she was a force unmovable from the front desk, insistent on complaining. amidst her groans and whines you concluded it was something to with her kid becoming a “flat earther” because “Freddy told him to believe in it”- whatever the hell that meant.
you inwardly cussed Vincent for not replying- not that you would ever even think to do that in real life, he was your boss after all, the co-owner of the whole joint, and to be fair to him, he seemed to exclude you from his sharp harshness. he seemed to favour you.
he was stoic to his other employees, his face almost never portraying even an ounce of emotion. in your terms, he was a hard-ass, with everyone but you. with you he was a completely different person. when it was just you and him, in the safe confines of his office, he was ‘Vincent’. Not ‘Mr Afton’, or, ‘William’. just good old ‘Vincent’. of course, when you were with other you had to return to addressing him formally, to which he would laugh at you for when he beckoned you to his office under the guise of some task that needed doing. as for him, you doubted if he even knew your real name. he would always, without fail, refer to you by some British pet name- ‘doll’, ‘love,’ ‘darling,’ whatever flirtatious term of address popped into his head. he did it uncaringly, referring to you by whatever, whenever, around whoever. you didn’t know why, or how, or what exactly was brewing between the two of you, but you decided to turn a blind eye to whatever you assumed it to be. he was your boss, but you couldn’t deny he was also really hot, and other workers constantly said there was undoubtedly some sort of tension with him, which only worked to fuel your delusions- but that’s not for you to mention to anyone.
you outwardly sighed. fucking Afton; always disappearing and reappearing like some magic act. one last quick rap on the door before announcing that you were coming into his office. you cautiously pushed open the door and there was no sign of him. he wasn’t slouched in his chair twirling a pen between his fingers while contemplating his next business move, looking up at you with those gorgeous glacier blue eyes that appeared almost colourless all at once, smiling as if he was awaiting your arrival like always. where could he possibly be, you thought. you peered over to the furious mother, who had a tight grip on her whinging son who wanted to go play. you decided not to stress yourself over her and to find Vincent at your own pace. you walked over to his desk and sat atop the polished oak as you thought about where he could be.
you hadn’t seen him out of the floor, so you concluded he was in one of the back rooms somewhere. you spotted a lone lollipop on his desk next to all the scattered papers, so you helped yourself to it. he wouldn’t mind, he was always helping himself to whatever sweets you had on you. you unwrapped the lolly, discarded of the bright wrapper and popped it in your mouth, sighing in content. today had been a long day, and you sure as hell weren’t going to lose your shit over some mentally challenged woman looking for trouble. if she was serious about filing a complaint she could wait.
with a bounce in your step you slid off the desk, lollipop sweet and satisfying, bursting with what you assumed to be a strawberry flavour.
loud music and kids screaming deafened you. you hated kids. they were loud, messy, and inconsiderate, rendering working at Freddy’s no easy feat for you. but, as a struggling ex university student drowning in masses of student loan debts who was also desperately trying to keep her lousy means of accommodation, it wasn’t hard to see that you needed every penny you could get your hands on- so, if that meant having to work as the co-owners assistant, tending to Mr Afton’s every beck and call, so be it. to be completely honest, apart from the kids, which were an inevitable aspect of the job, you didn’t mind working. Vincent was good to you, and the job wasn’t all that demanding, because you worked directly under him as his assistant, which worked in your favour because of the fact that he favoured you.
you had now entered the ‘staff only’ room, which led to a series of other rooms that were prohibited to non employees. you figured Vincent would probably be lurking in the ‘spare parts storage’ room. you hated it in there, even the mere thought of it made a shiver roll up your spine.
it was the furthest room room from the actual main area. it was chillingly cold, a single over head dangling light illuminated the room to the best of its ability, often flickering, desperately in need of being replaced. the room itself stored animatronic parts galore. eyes, endoskeletons, hands, more eyes, the list goes on. from what you recall the last time you were in there there was a metal workbench right at the far end of the room, past all the creepy bits. you remembered a box filled with various tools for repairing mechanical bits and pieces. there was always a strange serenity within the room however. maybe it was because it was far away from the loud party music, whirring of the mechanical innards of the animatronics, and crying children, or maybe it was because hardly anyone knew about the existence of the room. you had only known about it because you and Vincent would sometimes sneak off into the room to share a smoke and whine about life. very professional and productive! you were similar in age- he was 26 and you were 25, so you were able to relate to one another in more ways than people would have expected. he had founded the company with his best friend who also co-owned Freddy’s, but you never interacted much with Mr Emily as he was more of the antisocial type- not that you weren’t. he was also locked away in his own office, his mind constantly working to improve and expand the franchise.
as you neared the storage room you heard some kind of muttering- seemingly incoherent from the distance you were at. it sounded calm and calculated; a quiet whisper as if a personal revision to whoever was in there. upon hearing the rambling, you froze up. you were good for it though, so you eased yourself back into a regular walking pace and breathing pattern, swirling the lollipop in your mouth as some type of calming mechanism. it had to be Vincent- nothing to worry about, no reason to panic.
the door was slightly cracked open, the rambling still incoherent but louder. you stood at the door, your chest now heaving with nervousness. Vincent or not, it was creepy as shit. you hated that room. your heart was pounding in your ears, and you prayed to whatever deity was watching over you in that moment that it was only Vincent.
upon opening the door you saw Vincent!
…and what appeared to be a child’s limp body.
your breathing hitched and caught in your the light as your eyes widened. the hairs on your arms stood up as you straightened your posture trying to understand what you were seeing.
Vincent had his back turned to you, his back and the back of his head were the only things visible to you. his hair was ruffled and tousled- messy like you had never seen it before. the child lay still, peaceful and tranquil despite the wicked act committed upon it. from what you could see, there was blood pooled beneath the child. you could do nothing but stare as it leaked and spread across the once pristine chequered tiles.
at first you assumed you were misreading the situation- Vincent would never commit such a heinous act. you refused to believe it. he was always so well put together, this couldn’t possibly be his way of breaking. it had to have been a unique situation- the child must have gotten hurt or injured or… impaled? and Vincent was doing his best to help without creating a commotion and attracting attention and chaos! your mind reeled with any situation, any scenario that would explain the scene in front of you. needless to say it was not looking good.
you desperately tried to convince yourself that you were severely misunderstanding the situation as you debated turning around and walking out. back to the main floor, back to the stupid woman that caused you to stumble upon this revelation, and perhaps even out of the building all together. Vincent hadn’t heard or seen you yet. you could make nothing of this- walk out now and act like nothing had ever happened. hand in your letter of resignation and never return.
that was a choice- until you saw the knife next to Vincent, the blade seemingly coated in blood.
he had murdered the child. there was no denying it now.
upon this revelation, you gasped, and like the dumb bitch you were, your jaw dropped in shock as you took in that gasp of air, and that stupid godforsaken lollipop you had stolen slipped right out from between your teeth, hitting the cold tiles with a ‘clack.’
you tried to react, to run, to move, to speak, but all you could do was stay stood still. your ears were pounding as you felt your mouth go dry. you willed your body to move, but your feet seemed to be cemented to the floor.
it was far too late to do anything now.
Vincent craned his head around, an eerily calm look plastered on his face, decorated with blood splatters, dripping and dribbling down his face, running down his neck, and staining his work attire.
he look at you, up and down, and up and down again, before fully twisting his body to face yours. he tilted his head in that trademark Afton way- the way he tilted his head before cracking a joke or making some snarky, sarcastic comment. he opened his mouth as he said that stupidest shit you think he could have possibly said in such a dire situation.
“is that my Mr Smileys Strawberry Surprise lollipop you’ve just spat out?”
hi guys i hope u enjoyed this (atleast partially). its my first fic n i didn’t wanna finish it off if it sucked so ive posted the first part to see what feedback i get! please let me know if this sucks and makes no sense. i feel like it started off good but i kinda didn’t know what to write towards the end. ive got an idea as to what id write if i continued this. this is more self indulgent on my behalf because i cannot for the life of me find any good william afton x reader fics so recommendations r also greatly appreciated! anyways yap over ✌️
this work belongs to @xkina02 please do not copy, plagiarise or use my work in any way, shape or form. idk why u would this sucks.
