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Boss

Fem reader for smut reasons </3

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. My alarm clock blared into the blank silence of my condo room, waking me up with an attitude. I yawned, rubbing my eyes and got up out of bed. Dragging myself into the kitchen like a slug, I finished wiping all the sleep out of my eyes and fixed myself a round of toast, as well as fixing myself a strong coffee, prepared for the long day ahead. Mumbling curses to myself as I staggered over to the sofa and turned the cheap, battered television on. It having a limited number of channels, I scrolled through them until I found something that would satisfy my morning boredom. Chomping on my toast and watching the most entertaining morning show I could find, which oddly was a children's show, I began downing my coffee, burning my tongue slightly but bearing through the searing pain.

Finishing my breakfast, I walk upstairs feeling more energised and entered the bathroom. I splashed my face with water to wake up more, wiped it off with the flannel, then proceeded to brush my teeth. I finished that after staring into the mirror for 20 seconds, telling myself it'd been 2 minutes for assurance, and went into my bedroom. I changed into my work uniform, adjusting things to make it more my style with bracelets, necklaces and rings! Feeling happy with the end product, I slapped on some light makeup for speed, threw my hair into a messy, but alright looking style, and ran downstairs. Grabbing my bag and keys, I rushed out the door, locked it and climbed into my car. I was finally up early for once, so I could go by a bakery or something to get some lunch instead of stealing Jeremys, my dear, funny and homosexual co-worker.

After a half an hour drive, with additional lunch grabbing, I finally reached the pizzeria, just minutes before opening time. My boss, William Afton, glared at me as I came in. I felt pure embarrassment wash over me as he glared at me, eyes practically burning holes into the back of my head. I signed myself into the shift, and rushed around, doing my part in helping people get ready for opening. When I finished faffing around, the restaurant finally opened and within the span of a few minutes, parents were already being dragged into the open doors, at 7 AM. I chuckled, watching the parents load their child full of cash and leaving them at the pizzeria as if we were responsible for any accidents involving the children, or just being responsible for these little shits!

I sighed, and took myself to the kitchen to tend to Chica. For some reason, the daft thing likes to sit itself down in the grubbiest, worst part of the kitchen, where cockroaches infest her suit and her limbs become all rusted and stiff. I'm always a bit wary of Chica, due her continuous and random breakdowns, but she appeared to be in a good mood today, considering she was already up and waiting for me to fix her up a bit more. I ushered all of the ugly cockroaches out of her suit by prying them all out with out-of-date pizza, then applying WD40 to all her stiffened, rusted limbs to help with her cooking and stage performances, and smiled to myself.

Knock. Knock.
"Who is it?" I called, turning to the door. Opening it timidly, Henry kindly greeted me. His curly, messy beard and hair had oil staining it, his plaid sweater worn down and due a restitch, with the holes, glasses positioned to the edge of his fat button nose, and his shortness making it an even cuter sight. I felt relief at the sight of him, Henry was a good man and wouldn't put you on the spot for simple things, unlike his friend.
"William wants to see you, y/n. Says it's urgent!" He explained, looking at Chica "You've already tended to her, right?" I nodded. "Good. I'll get her cooking while you talk to William." I thanked him for passing on the information, holding a strong, happy looking poker face, when on the inside I was practically planning my funeral. You see, William isn't your typical boss. He's an outright battered condom box*, a used tampon going black, a pillow that's warm on both sides, etc. This man, is a man of your nightmares. To think this man had a wife and kids terrifies me! God knows what he did to those kids.