Your eyes widened "What if he's coming through that vent?" you pointed to the one to right in the wall, next to Mike.
He used his phone torch to look through the dark vent. No sign of Afton. You both let out a sigh of relief.
You were getting frustrated "We need to come up with a plan to kill the bastard, like, now"
"I think it's best we stay in the office" Mike said calmly, putting his phone back in his pocket.
You stared at him blankly "Stay in the office, are you insane?"
"Only for now, anyway. If we wander around looking for him, he'll hide. He probably knows this place like the back of his hand, there could be secret trapdoors or something" he explained. "If we go looking for him, he could be just at our grasp and then disappear. He'll play with our heads"
You sighed in annoyance and rubbed your temples as he continued "And even worse, he could-"
You cut him off "Fuck this" You snatched his crowbar from on top of the desk and stormed out the office. You heard his protests from behind you but you ignored him.
He tried grabbing your arm to stop you, but you snatched it away. You were walking so fast he couldn't keep up with you. He was quite small for a middle aged man.
He eventually lost you in the maze of halls. Good, you thought.
You gripped the crowbar tight with both hands "Where are you, fucker" you mumbled lowly.
You hid behind a wall as you heard shuffling. You fixed your grip on the crowbar, and rounded the corner, lifting it up to swing, but nothing was there.
You let out a small breath you didn't know you were holding, and lowered the crowbar slowly.
You scanned the area briefly, and when you were clear nothing was there, you turned around, but were suddenly pounced on.
It was Afton.
He was that heavy he knocked the wind out of you, as you tried to catch your breath. You cursed yourself as you dropped your crowbar in the fall.
Surprisingly, he did nothing (yet) to harm you. He looked deeply into your eyes and grabbed your jaw. He tilted your head to the side, and inspected the scar along your jawline (that he caused, when he tried to kill you many years ago)
"Y/N L/N, is that you?" he croaked. His voice sounded like he smoked 50 packs a day. "You look good" He turned your face so you could look directly at him.
"Yeah, unlike yourself" you hissed.
He chuckled lowly "And I wonder who did this to me" His grip on your jaw was firm. He was kneeling on your shins so you couldn't move your legs, as your hand was subtlety trying to reach for the crowbar.
"Just what are you doing here?" he asked in a sarcastically nice tone. You weren't gonna lie, every time he spoke you got a waft of his breath, and it stank.
"Three guesses" you replied. Unfortunately, the crowbar was just out of arms reach and you wanted to kick yourself.
"Wait, wait, don't tell me. You're here to..kill me?" he guessed.
"Ding ding ding" you said sarcastically.
He chuckled again "Change of plans. Instead, I'm gonna kill you"
He pulled a knife from behind his back, you didn't even notice he had one. Well, what were you expecting, it's William fucking Afton.
He held it up to your neck, but first swiped it along your other jawline, deeply, drawing blood, making you hiss in pain.
Before he could do anything else, he was whacked harshly around the head, and knocked off of you.
Mike came into your vision and kneeled beside you, placing down the crowbar he used to hit Afton around the face. "Are you okay?" he asked, worried, inspecting your bleeding jaw.
You sat up "Yes, yes i'm fine, but we gotta get outta here"
He nodded and pulled you up. He grabbed the crowbar quickly as Afton also got to his feet.
You had already jogged halfway down the hall when you noticed Mike wasn't behind you. He was still near Afton, stood still, staring at the animatronic.
From your point of view, you would say Mike was in some sort of a weird trance as he just stood there, not moving a muscle, just staring.
Afton grabbed his bearings and nearly lunged for Mike, before you grabbed his arm.
"Come on!" you huffed, pulling him down the hall, both of you setting off into a run.
You both made it safely back to the office, you didn't know if Afton followed you or not.
Mike dropped the crowbar and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath, as you ran your fingers through your hair, gently tugging on the strands.
"Jesus" he breathed out.
He stood back up straight as you leaned against the desk. You felt blood trickling down your neck, you dabbed a little bit of the blood with your sleeve.
"We gotta sort that out" he said calmly.
"With what?" you questioned, a bit rudely.
He went over to a drawer in the desk and pulled it out, and lo and behold, there was a first aid kit. You rolled your eyes at the small smirk he gave you.
You sat on the desk and he stood in between your legs, as he cleaned up your small injury.
It was silent while he was working. He looked out of the window every now and again to see if Afton made an appearance, but he never did.
It was silent, until he spoke up. "You know, I hate to say it but-"
"Don't say it then" you cut him off, a smirk playing on your lips.
He stopped working and gave you a sarcastic smile "But, I told you so"
"You never said anything about the possibility of him pouncing on me" you said as he carried on working on your jaw.
"One, I was gonna tell you before you cut me off and stormed out of the office" he stated "Two..it's kinda common sense" he shrugged.
"Oh-ho, don't play that game with me buster" you both chuckled at that.
There was a moment of silence as he finished cleaning your small wound. "All done" he spoke up.
Luckily it wasn't bleeding anymore, but it was an open wound, which is dangerous, especially in the environment you were in, but you had nothing to stitch it up with, so you were just gonna leave it as it is, and you were praying you weren't trapped inside here for too long so you maybe could get it properly checked out.
You cleared your throat "Thanks." He gave you a sincere smile "No problem"
It was silent as he was packing away the equipment, then he put the kit back in the drawer and pushed it closed. You stared at him kind of admiringly. He was a good guy.
You snapped out of your short trance and cleared your throat again "So..what now?"
He sighed, as he sat in the swivel chair in front of you. "Like I said, it's best if we stay here. While we come up with a decent plan at least. We can keep an eye on him on the cameras, and keep him at bay"
He continued "He'll most likely try to get under our skin too, because that's what he's like, and I bet he'll make us reboot the services every 2 fucking minutes, because he's an asshole. He likes playing games"
You scoffed "Yeah, fucked up, psychotic games"
He nodded in agreement.
"We best get to it then, because his little game has already started" you said, looking and pointing at the camera systems.
Mike glided over to the monitor to get a closer look, and Afton was on the screen, staring menacingly at the camera.
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A/N
cute little reunion 💗🥰
after i've finished with this book, i'm going over my first FNAF book and correcting some really annoying flaws i made, as i was still an beginner writer back then.
thank you for reading my story!
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