Five nights at Freddyâs William Afton x F!Reader
A/N: The movie got me back to my FNaF era, so I thought I write a oneshot with my favourite guy.
Note: William gets springtrapped. What a surprise indeed.
Your mother would be disgusted if she would see you now. Marrying the insane serial killer who ended your own sisterâs life. But just like Cassidy, you were onto vengeance too. And to avenge the sister you have lost, you were willing to do anything. Even if it meant sacrificing your beliefs and becoming a monster just like the one before your very eyes.
So in the abandoned backroom of the Freddy Fazebearâs pizza you stood, holding his hands and waiting for an uncertain future to come.
âWe are gathered here today in this beautiful place to witness the joining of two livesâ came the prerecorded voice of a priest from the tape player which stood on the chair between you and him.
âBeautiful place? What a jokeâ you thought as your eyes were focused on the black-white floor tiles. He did just rid himself from the last of the old animatronics whose parts were splattered all over the floor. But it mattered not to him, he simply ignored all the destruction he brought upon himself and all the souls he enraged.
You werenât paying any attention as the feeling of your revenge being so close started to consume every part of your whole being. You wanted it so bad, couldnât wait to finally do it. But unlike him you had self control. You knew you had to wait for the perfect moment to get through with your plan. Or else you fail, becoming a ghost of the past just like your sister.
âYou may kiss the brideâ this was when you came back to your senses. It was time. Finally.
You then let go of his hands and swept the tape player from the chair with one swift move. You then stepped on it to be closer in height to this bastard. To clearly see the pain in his eyes as you take your revenge.
He was in that damned bunny suit just like you asked.
âThe children will fear you this way. You will be invincibleâ you whispered into his ears this morning as you two were laying in the bed. Sweet lies. Thatâs what they were.
What pulled you back was his wet lips on yours as his hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was timeâŚ
Some part of the suit was exposed, showing how old that thing actually was. You knew that the springs were the only thing keeping him from being smashed. But it was about time to be changed. You knew from him that those springs were delicate and easily triggerable. Thatâs why you were standing in the middle of the mouldy backroom. You could see the wetness forming on those exposed wires and springs as you carefully wriggled out the knife which you sew into your bridal dress while he was out, destroying the animatronics.
In the meantime you tried to keep the act of the woman madly in love with him. You let his hands grab your breasts as he moved onto your neck to put kisses on. Your stomach churned in disgust. You wanted to vomit. But once you freed the knife, you felt finally relieved.
You gripped the knife tighter and stabbed him in the side. Your sudden act made him stumble a few steps backwards as his mouth was wide open. But he didnât even had a chance to mutter a word out as the springlocks immediately snapped from the impact of the knife.
His blood spilled onto your white dress as he tried to scream but couldnât as the metal stabbed through his lungs. You could only hear him drowning in his own blood as you stepped down from the chair with a mad grin on your face. As he knelt down because of the immense pain, you had time to notice the ghosts who seemed to be the only witnesses of your cursed wedding. The few moments of eye contact you shared told them everything they needed to know. It told your sister everything she needed to know.
Then you looked back at him. Anger radiated from him, your betrayal carving into his soul for forever. You knew he will come back. He always comes back. But until that day, you will thrive in the pain you caused him.
While picking up the headpiece of the suit next to your right foot you knew what you had to do. You walked towards him, lifting the headpiece higher.
âUntil death do us part, William Afton!â you angrily yelled, pushing what you were holding into his head and hearing the springlocks inside that also snap.
It was what he deserved. It was all he will deserve. Endless pain and torture.
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It now has a continuation called Back to me.
