Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

9 - men

A few days go by and Henry has been too busy to amuse my boredom. When I do get a chance it has been, oh, (y/n) the business is doing progress. Or (Y/n), William has been very helpful, managing some of the paperwork. Oh, (y/n), everything is going smoothly. He has been spending time with William. I heard they became good friends. It was odd, William laughs and jokes with Henry like it is normal for him to laugh. I haven't seen him laugh as much as Henry says he does.

The last time I saw Henry was yesterday and I left him upset. How could I ask myself that when I didn't have what I wanted. I can't just stop what I was doing because he was where he wanted to be. I don't know. Maybe Susan was right. Take the easy route through life but would discard my happiness and dreams for someone else's happiness.

I got dressed for work, doing my hair and powering up my nose. I looked normal. Work was work. It led me nowhere but the attention was great at times. Maybe I was jealous of Henry's success. I was getting nowhere close to my dreams and he got what he wanted. I don't get many chances to follow mine. How was this fair? I had the skills to do what I wanted. Maybe I should have an easier life and have a stress free life. Other women my age are still living with their parents, dating people or enjoying having no stress.

William was also around, I can't stop thinking about him. I haven't seen him in a while, not after his girlfriend was around. I knew it wasn't going to be nice if he did come over to spend time. I wasn't going to respect the fact that he had a lady. So, I guess it was for the best if he didn't agree. He doesn't need to be so cold and ignore me like I was some rat.

"What is wrong?" Susie peaked into my room, spotting me sitting on my bed, somewhat sad. I was. It was hard to pick and choose. What should I do?

"Do you have or had dreamed of what you wanted to be when you grew up?" I asked her. She probably doesn't remember, maybe she still held hope for a chance of being alive again. To make it to adulthood.

"I wanted to be fashionable." she smiled, floating to me. How sweet. To have a dream like that she must have enjoyed dressing up or something.

"That's cute. Do you still have hope?"

"I don't care that much about it, I like dressing up and my mam used to get so mad when I used her make-up. I being the oldest, I know a lot about stuff." She giggled, floating around me as if sitting in the air.

"Are you? I thought you all were the same age?"

"Charlie was 3. She is the peeing baby, we make fun of. Fritz and Cassidy were 7, Gabriel and the accident child were 9 and I was 14. See, me the oldest."

"I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but how do you at 14 get killed? I thought you would know at a young age to not trust strangers." I asked, confused.

"My mother got that in my head at a young age but my little sister ran off and I had to ask a staff member to help me. Then I died. She went to the toilet for a long while because she got scared. That girl got me killed for her stupidity. I would have been like if she didn't run off like a brat. I would have happily lived my teenhood."

"That is a bit harsh blaming your little sister for going to the bathroom, don't you think?"

"No, I am annoyed at the person who did this to me and It is a sibling hatred nothing but she has always been annoying and gets me into so much trouble. One time, she blamed me for something stupid. I don't want to take the blame for her messes, like why do I have to be the one to take responsibility for her. I might have been the oldest doesn't mean I need to take responsibility for her. That isn't how it works." Susie complained, crossing her arms and huffing.

"Depends on your sister's age. If she is like 3 or 5 she can't know what right or wrong is."

"She was 12. My mam always told me off for not accepting the blame for what that rat did. Then it got worse, I had to deal with more children when I died. I wasn't going to have that. An angry pissy 3 year old isn't something I wanted to deal with when I died. She might have given me a chance at getting revenge but she is taking it too far I believe. My mam taught me to not harm people. If I hit my sister I would have gotten grounded. When does this 3-year old get to choose who gets revenge and who doesn't because there were more dead children? Like a lot. None of them got a chance to get revenge. How was that fair? I don't understand what happened. We never get past his death. That pissy brat wants him to suffer by making him redo his actions as if he wasn't getting enjoyment out of killing children. I don't understand who thought it would be funny to put a 3-year-old in charge. Like, come on. I'm the oldest so should I do what I do." Susie ranted on, annoyed about everything. Honestly, I gave up trying to understand what she was on about. Half the time, I assume I lost my mind and it was all just my mind making stuff up to fill in whatever William says. It was amusing at times.