Not So Perfect (William Afton x Reader)

38 - little chat

I got straight over William's house, next morning, with the three folders in my arms. I had to kick the door to knock on it.

Michael answered the door, seeming confused why I was here. He eye adjusted to the outside morning light that blinded him.

"Why are you here?" He asked, sounding like he just woke up. His voice was dryish, croaky as it would be in the morning. Why was he up so early? Oh wait, He has school in an hour.

"Hey, Michael, is William awake yet?" I asked, seeing that Michael was the one who answered the door not William. He would be awake before his children but guess he isn't today. How odd.

"Yes, but he is in a mood because I left Elizabeth at home alone." Michael moved to the side to get me in. He looked like shit. His hair was a mess and there was bruising on his arm.

"Michael breakfast is ready." William called, tiredly.

"What happened to your arm?" I asked, concerned that something bad had happened last night. I hoped nothing happened between William and Michael.

"I got into a fight with one of my mates. I pushed into a ditch and that is the result of the fall." He said, covering the bruise. It was still concerning that he got hurt. I rested the folders on my hip, making on hand available. I came in and ruffled his hair.

"Okay, glad that you're safe. You silly." I watched as he got embarrassed by my action. I smiled at him, seeing him snarling and looking away.

"Stop that." He huffed and crossed his arms. He really didn't like me touching his hair.

"Michael!" William called out more, short tempered from the wait. So impatient. What a mess.

"Wait a minute!" Michael yelled back down the hall. I felt awkward, maybe I should have come a little bit later. William isn't a morning person, actually, none of them were. Michael and William seemed grumpy in the morning.

"Elizabeth! Out of bed now!" William called from the kitchen, trying his best to not sound pissed off. It didn't matter because it sounded like he was pissed off anyways.

"No!" Elizabeth yelled from upstairs. She sounded tired. It was a normal Wednesday morning.

Michael went to the table as I followed to see William sitting there ignoring everything around him and ate his breakfast. I guess he never slept last night. The darkness under his eyes was telling. His eyes were sea of sleeplessness and regret.

"William, i have sorted your stuff out. Please keep it organised or else I will scream." I told, causing him to jump. He wasn't aware that I was here.

"Tell her to stop messing with my hair."

"Stop being a baby. It is only hair. If you worry so much about it might fall out." I rolled my eyes, putting the 3 folders down. My arms felt light and sore. They were heavy, hurting my arms. I felt heat where they had unc

"Thanks." William glared over at the folders, sliding his chair back with a scraping noise of the chair against the floor. "Kinda busy at the moment. So put them on my desk." He got up, walking passed me.

He went back a few minutes with Elizabeth on his back. She was as happy as she can be. She looked full of life as normal with her smile. She looked like she only woke up a few minutes ago. He sat her down and told her to eat up.

"Need help dealing with them?" I offered with a soft smile.

"Does it look like I need help?" He looked at me kinda offended that I would suspect him was struggling to handle Elizabeth and Michael. She slumped into his seat, sighing, watching his children eat. He made sure they ate their breakfast.