Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

8 - william's visit

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I took a long bath, remembering my dreams from the night. Loops and nonsense. Maybe William's nonsense made somewhat sense but why? How? What did he do to be in a constant loop? Was he what they referred to as the evil guy? What did he do? Why do I keep thinking about it? I can't get peace in my dreams without whatever William's says bothering me.

Destroy Henry's dreams because he wouldn't get anywhere without help but save lives or allow Henry to have his dream job with William's help but allow people to die? What a load of nonsense. Why was I being guilted into making that choice, like what the fuck am I meant to do about that. There was no stopping the actions of others as an outsider, so what madness were my horrid dreams. I bet it was all my brain trying to make sense of William's nonsense or just add the mystery I craved. What was I looking for really, and why was it so alluring to wondering about him. Always him. Him and his secrets. None of it was real and meant nothing. Just my mind making shit up.

There was a knock on the front door. At this time in the morning? 10 AM, nobody should be knocking on my door, unless it's my neighbour. Hate her so much. Who didn't I hate, didn't I need likeable friends?

Honestly, I didn't know who would be at my door, considering Henry would be at work, so all bets were off for being someone I'd drop everything for. Susan was too busy with her brats to come over at 10 in the morning. Lazy bitch sleeps in until 12, while her ex takes care of the children.

I finished up with the bath, wrapping a towel around my body than a small silk robe that went down to my knees, before going down to the front door. The person knocked on the door again, this time more inpatient. Again and again, until I unlocked the door. Opening it slightly to peak out into the hallway of my apartment building.

In front of the door was William with a note in his hand, peaking around with odd disgust on his face. God, I live in shitty apartment building, go down to the basement and see the colony of mole. However, complared to this, William had been cleanest thing around.

With him being dressed well with his hair nicely done. Shame, I doubt he got all fancy to see me, and I didn't intend to accept him, if he was here for me. His looks were doing enough for the imagination and the worst time to heated down below over just the look of him, standing there. Ideal for me.

Wait. How did he knew where I live? Should of been the first thought, not to get myself heated over his face, eyes, lips. God. I needed a night out, get this out of my system.

"How did you find where I live?" I asked, angry, not, to see him in the morning dressed like he was going to go on a date. Which I won't do, if I was asked. I didn't date, I have the old fling here or there, but god. Dating was a whole different thing, I didn't want at the moment. Being spoiled was a different thing completely and my eyes was enjoying the candy it saw.

"Henry asked me to pick up his stuff from yours. Apparently, you had his tool kit, which is news to me."

"Now so? Aw, you think I'm crazy to screw myself." I laughed, but kept this straight face like I didn't say a word. "Right, I do have his tools, but I was still trying to fix my bed. It is still broken." I awkwardly laughed. "Why don't you go fix it because you seem to be needing Henry's tools."

"I can't because my girlfriend is waiting for me."

"Aw, is that why you are dressed so smartly, dress to impress. I get it. She can come in and have a cup of tea if she wants. I don't want to spend another night sleeping on my couch." I smiled.

"What is wrong with your bed?"

"The metal framing has broken off, Henry got new screws and learned the tools to fix it, but I couldn't figure out how. I don't know what to use with the screws." I complained.