(OLD)
(William Afton x reader)
(COMPLETED)
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Incident after incident, she seems to always go back to him no matter how much her mind to tells her not to.
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DISCLAIMERS:
•Swearing
•Gore
•Manipulation
•Age gap of 9 years
•Possible sexual cont...
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"We Don't Have To Dance" -Andy Black //// "You're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself" •-•
The sound of the phone ringing is the only sound I heard.
Trying to get in touch with Henry shouldn't be this hard. I've called three times, no answer.
Of course, it's ten in the morning, so maybe he's just still asleep.
That doesn't change the fact that my paranoia is lingering in the back of my mind constantly.
I sighed and put the phone down.
I'll try again in a few hours.
Michael made his way downstairs.
"Hey Mike." I said, leaning against the counter for support.
"Hey, Y/n." He responded. "Anything new?" He asked.
"I heard the pizzeria might be going out of business." I said, making a drink for myself.
"The one with the clowns?" He asked.
I cracked a smile. "Yeah, you goof."
Michael laughed. "Well jeez Y/n. I'm not fucking Einstein, now am I?"
"Language." I said, jokingly.
"Really?" He laughed.
"I'm just messing with you but don't swear too much or it'll become a habit." I said, sipping my drink.
"Alright alright."
It was silent for a moment before I spoke up.
"Man, I really need a new job."
"Not before that ankle heals." Mike said, he gestured towards my ankle.
"Hey, it's almost there." I chuckled.
"You still owe me a skateboard and ice cream." He said.
"Yeah, yeah I know. I'm working on it." I said, setting my cup down. "I'm still really sorry, Mike."
"For what?"
"I should've been the one to get hit. It shouldn't have been you."
"Y/n, are you listening to yourself? You literally got kidnapped and shot by some obsessive weirdo that had a thing for you." Michael said, picking my drink up.
