Red? Purple? What's the difference? (William Afton x Reader)

Chapter 19

Once we got back I realized that William was acting differently, like the William I researched on in the news article, the one I met when I broke into his house.. I gulped quietly as I knew if this William was coming out I best not piss him off, but knowing me I'm gonna piss him off.. I just gotta hope that there's no knife or gun or any sort of weapon near him, because I would be a dead girl.

As I helped William put the children to bed, William just seemed really off more then usual maybe there's something going on.. Maybe him and Clara got into a very heated fight, maybe something bad was gonna happen well.. Whatever it is I hope it doesn't end badly but knowing how this timeline is gonna go, it's gonna end extremely bad..

Once the kids were delt with the kids, William disappeared into his garage which I gave him a few minutes maybe by a few I only gave him five minutes, because well I'm a idiot sometimes well mostly all the time but not really. But I was worried about how off William was and I wanted to help him, because that was in my nature to help from all the fucking trama I have indured I have went through literally hell and back I've went up shook the devils hand gave him the fuck off finger and poof a trapdoor under me.

"Ummm William, are-are you okay?" I asked while I knocked at the closed garage door, which I heard a groan.

"Darling not now."

"William, I'm worried about you so please if you need too you can we'll talk to me."

"Darling what do you not understand about NOT. NOW!" William aggressively shouted

I backed away or more like jumped away, as William's voice in a angry tone always sent shivers down my spine.. As I backed away almost as if him yelling at me hurt me, but I shrugged that feeling off like I do with all my emotions treat them like mosquitos, kill them and scratch an itchy infected bump then move on with my life, it's what I always done because at this point I'm used to nobody loving me. Fuck I have waited and waited to see if Riley would fuck up, but she hasn't..

But it doesn't me I still don't wait, I literally have let my brain think everyone is like my family all twisted and fucked up! Now here I am in the fucking 80s gaining feelings for a psychopathic child murderer, like my father and mother have really fucked me up.

"Love are you alright, you've been stuck to the ground looking down at the garage door. Is everything alright?" William concerned piped up, scaring the shit out of me.

"AHH! Jesus Christ William, you scared the shit out of me.."

"Huh, well I always expect that reaction when I pull murderious stunts on you love."

"Oh don't love, me William. I know your twisted games that you use on everyone, but it won't work on me so cut the shit alre-"

I was speaking until I got cut off by being pulled into the garage, as the door shut behind me and William. I got pinned against the farthest wall to the door, which was all the way across his garage. As I looked into his eyes, there was something different about them they were whitish grey with a purple glow aura to them. As he looked at me, I felt a cold knife press up against my throat gently which that alone sent shivers down my spine.

"You don't want games, I'll give you the biggest game of all (y/n) darling."
"Welcome to do or not, help me or not, die or live. It's a choosing game love, and I need your help."

"I'm not helping you unless it's good or has something to do with the kids, that's it Mr. Child Murderer."

"Oh but it's everything good, it's the best for the kids, you want to see?" William asked, which I was cautious.

"Suuure?"

"Excellent choice (y/n) love."

As William was done chatting he pulled a child out of the trunk of his car, I looked at him in pure shock and shook my head no repeatedly. As I felt tears pouring down my face like lemonade, as I looked at him, I could feel my nose begin to bleed of my heart beating faster and faster as he can't be asking me to kill a child... Could he?...

"Well (y/n) darling, this is your task help me destroy a family by killing every last soul in this so called family,"
"We'll wait until the drug affect wares off then we'll torture this child then the father."
"Last but not least the mother will be dead last like she always has been." William darkly smirked, with bloodthirsty eyes.

"William please don't, change please."

"(Y/n) sweetheart this is who I am, and you will help me against your will or not."

Pure shock and fear dreaded over me like a black cat hissing and it's aura giving off edgy vibes, I couldn't do this but I have to or I might die. I can't do this, but I have to just be strong.

As William took off the bag of the child, I realized this was Daniel Clara and Steven's child. I just looked at William, as I pieced the pieces together with fear overcoming me more. He wanted Clara and her new little family dead, now I didn't know how this would affect the timeline but it's going to be fucked for damn sure now if it already wasn't.

"Fetch me that bag and put some gloves on we don't want those pretty hands of yours all messy, now do we?" William teased darkly

"Yes Mr. Afton.." I spoke, with no emotion as I caged it inside.

As I put on the gloves, I grabbed the bag and there was two knifes and guns. I began to feel uneasy, then I heard struggle William went to his trunk and put a needle into Clara and Steven well I was just guessing, but I was pretty sure I was correct.
Now if William was thinking of murdering an entire family, especially if it's Clara's other family something must have happened in that house, maybe like a huge fight all I know is. He wanted me to be part of it, I just hope I don't have to kill anyone...

"Now (y/n) darling, hand me the knife. I'll show you how entertaining this will be!"

"William you're sick, why would you think I would find this entertaining?"

"Well I thought you would, as me and your father are more a lot then you really think." William spoke darkly, as he start to grow a psychotic smirk on his face.

This made me feel uneasy, and I didn't want to give William the knife at all I backed away hitting his work bench. William laughed historically at my fear state, he did the hand gesture asking me to give him the knife. I wanted to shake my head no and refuse, but I know how William gets when I disobey him.. I handed him the knife, as he started with Daniel...

He cut his feet off along with his hands, then he went Jeff the Killer style for some odd fucking reason and almost cut half of Daniel's head off.. Then after he's heard Daniel's muffled screams and squeals, while he was doing his torturing on him all painfully and slowly, the final blow he did was to his lungs and heart which Clara screamed but it was muffled as she had tape on her mouth.

Next William went to Steven, but this time he asked for my help just what I didn't want. He told me to cut off the tips of Steven's fingers, which was fucking sick and disgusting, but did I want to be in a chair tied and tortured until death no so I did what I was told. One by one I started to cut off the tips of where the fingernails grew, I began to feel sick but at the same time something was awaking in me which I didn't like that feeling...

William then wanted me to slit Stevening throat only a little bit so he didn't bleed out, which I did not wanting too but I had no other option.. Once I did Steven was crying, I mouthed sorry to him, and he nodded and closed his eyes tight, as I had help slitting Steven's throat by of course William he made sure I used enough pressure to not kill him right away. He then took the knife, and stabbed him in the stomach twisting his knife in clockwise motion, then he pulled the knife out of Steven and stabbed him in the lungs and turning his knife counter-clockwise motion. As William saw Steven's life die out as his eyes turned dead and cold.

Clara screamed as we heard her, tears slide down her face I felt bad for her but the other half of me didn't.. That's when I knew, something was wrong with me.... What was William trying to awake in me? Was it the blood that my father gave me that I carry in my veins? Was it that he wanted me to be just like him?...