#rabbitreverend

14: spilled guts

a couple days after you had gone to will’s house, you got the call about fredbear’s re-opening. also receiving news about the restaurant being remodeled, instead of franchising. people wouldn’t want to work with a company with such dark associations. there would be portions of the restaurant that would be closed off for periods of time while expansion happens.

“life insurance money, you’d be surprised what tragedy can pay for.” will said was paying for all of this, and a separate surprise. another way for you to help him, or for the two of you to spend time together. he picked you up from your house one day, on a whim, taking you out for lunch.

the ride to the restaurant was oddly jovial, he seemed happy. he wasn’t wearing his standard suit, but a nice pair of black jeans and a faded black sabbath shirt. the print on the front barely visible from years of wear. occasionally drumming his fingers on the steering wheel to the radio, humming to himself. making small mentions of new animatronic plans, and the remodeling plans.

you pick at your food with your fork, not really tasting it anymore. the weight of someone’s eyes heavy on your back. finally you glance up, expelling a huff of frustration making a mental note of her red hair, freckles, round glasses. her gaze softens then flicks towards william for a moment, then back to you.

“you okay, doll?”

“um- you don’t see that random lady staring at us? she’s been staring off and on for about 10 minutes..”

he furrows his brows as he looks around, not seeming to notice anyone specific. humming softly as he shrugs. “i didn’t see anyone?”

“what?” you look around, seeing her table and chair now empty, with the plate and cup still remaining.

“maybe you’re just paranoid today? too much coffee or something?” he laughs softly.

“will i’m serious!”

he sighs briefly, looking at you with mild annoyance. then stands, walking to her table and checking the signature on the check. for a fleeting moment, you swear you see recognition on his face. tension sits heavy between the two of you before he grabs your hand, drops some cash on the table and pulls you to his car. speeding out of the parking lot a bit too fast for your liking.

“will- slow down.” you huff, placing your hand over his.

the silence is suffocating. his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel, restlessly glancing in the mirrors behind him.

“that was one of nancy’s friends.” he speaks, almost a whisper.

you swallow away the lump that formed in your throat, only leaving you feeling as if you have rocks in your chest. “y-you’re sure?”

“i recognized her name on the signature.” he swallows, adjusting his posture. his breathing slightly erratic. “she saw us together, i know it.”

“that doesn’t mean she’s going to say anything-“

“nancy doesn’t need proof! don’t you understand? just the idea alone put into her head by one of her friends-“ his voice shook with anger. “if it gets around, do you know what’s going to be said about me? i’m an adulterer, a liar, a cheat, a fucking sinner. i already know these things about myself, doll. i don’t need everyone to point it out.”

he laughs softly to himself then goes quiet. shaking his head softly.

“maybe this is karma, a test from god even. a rooting of the unfaithful and unholy. maybe i’ve still got a slot in heaven, if you just stay quiet. if you stay with me.” he mutters, biting at his lip.

he parks the car outside your house, braking a bit too hard. your body jolts forward with the force. will doesn’t move, his grip doesn’t lift from the steering wheel, just staring straight ahead out the windshield.

“if anyone asks,” he takes a breath, his voice shaking. “you and i? we aren’t anything. you’re fucking someone else, you understand? i’m not gonna lose you over a stupid lunch date.” he turns, grabbing your hands so tight, holding them close to his chest.

“that was a date?” you blush.

he smiles softly, then kisses your knuckles. “if you want to consider it that.”

you turn to grab the handle of the door before he grabs you again, pulling you as close as he could get. pressing a harsh kiss to your lips, taking your breath. only then, does he allow you to get out of his car. you turn and wave at him as he drives off, speeding down the street.

you made your way inside, throwing yourself onto the couch, sighing loudly. sitting up for a brief moment to turn the tv on, then slowly you began to doze off.

will drove in silence, headed towards his home, but there was a call, a pull to him. a voice ringing in his ears driving him towards the church, he felt the need to confess. “angel of god, my guardian dear, to whom hod’s love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. amen.”

the silence in the church caused will’s footsteps to echo throughout. candles flickering in the alcoves. will seats himself in the confessional booth, staring intently at the lattice between himself and the priest. clearing his throat harshly. father edwards turns his head slightly toward him. will took a shaking breath, opening his mouth to speak, but pauses to pull his rosary from his pocket.

“bless me, father, for i have sinned.”

“how long has it been since your last confession, my son?”

will twists the rosary between his fingers, the metal of the cross cold against his skin. “a few weeks. i-i wasn’t fully open with my confession, father. it has been sitting heavy on my conscience.”

will watched the priest nod from behind the screen, then begins. “i’ve taken a life. i’ve cheated on my wife, i’ve abused my wife, abused my power. like it was nothing i-fuck- hail mary full of grace, the lord is with thee; blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, jesus. holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. amen- crushing the innocence of someone. and i felt empty, nothing there. father, help me. i hear the lord all around me, i feel his hands guiding me. i know its wrong.”

the silence between the two felt sickening to will, his lungs felt as if they couldn’t take in enough air. he spoke faster, more desperate. “i know it’s wrong but how could the lord ever turn me astray? how could he guide me wrong? but i- i know i want to believe that this- that i am part of something bigger, something greater.”. father edward’s shifts uncomfortably in his seat, clearing his throat before will starts again.

he wraps the beads around his hands, the cross digging into his palm, corners tearing the skin. blood slowly drips down his wrist and onto the dark hardwood floor. “father, do you believe i can be forgiven? that i may earn a place in heaven? the lord is guiding me, i am nothing more than his obedient servant. perhaps i’ve even been granted an angel to assist in his guidance. father, the lord has chosen me. i come to you not to be free of sin, but to know if i obey the lord, and do as he instructs me. shall i still earn my place in heaven?”

the priest cleared his throat, then sighed. “i do not believe i can be of assistance to you, my son..”

will nodded, even though he knew the priest couldn’t see his face. licking the blood that ran down his wrist as he held his hands in prayer.

“it was worth a shot.” he sighs. standing and carrying himself back out to his car, drops of blood trailing behind him. dripping down the steering wheel as he gripped it tighter and tighter. the car jolts as he stops outside his house, glaring at the empty driveway. making a mental note of how many days were left until nancy’s return.

12 days.

slowly he led himself into the house, up the stairs, and throwing himself on the bed. looking up at the ceiling, he rose his hand to look at the wound. squeezing his palm together again, watching as the blood rushed to the surface. clearing his throat of the moan that caught as his cock began to rise.

“fuck..”

the mere sight of blood, his own blood even, was enough to make him so fucking hard. the strain of his cock against his jeans making him impatient. as fast as he could, he removed his clothes, grabbed his knife and opened the slits in his wrist again. this time, not wincing at the entrance of the blade, but moaning, whimpering. will lets the blood run down his hand before wrapping his fingers around his cock. slowly stroking it to the thought of you, kneeling before him, praying to him, with his cum all over your face.

“deliver me from evil, amen” he groans, licking the blood from his wrist as he cums on his stomach. going limp against the mattress, and quickly falling asleep.