Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

53 - Getting a Job

I sat on the couch with the house phone, which lived by the side on a lovely decorated side table. A lamp looming above it and a family photo resting beside the phone. An old one at that, the youngest one hadn't been born at that point. Below all of that, a little cover for the hardwood. I'd rather view the lovely décor of the home, then call, however, It got my uncle off my back about what I was doing with my life. Constant nonsense. What was there to say? I'm trying? Why was he so pushy about the matter, anyway? Why did he want me gone for? Thought we were family, and from what his wife was like, family doesn't abandon family? Ignore the fact that this bullshit of a family abandoned me once before.

I force my attention back onto the task at hand, taking my sweet time to dial in the number written on the job posting. My heart pounded in my throat, with sweat pouring through my hands. I've done this plenty of times before, but the first time never seemed to be less frightening, like the feeling of rejection could hurt more than anything I felt in this loop.

I put the phone receiver against my ear, hearing the sound ring as my eyes scanned over the ad again, reading the words that kind of made sense to me. What to say? Oh god. I've never seen that word in my life. What did it say? Oh god. This fucking bullshit. Maybe it was my brain mixing words, but that word made no sense.

I saw numbers, and I knew numbers. From September 25th to October 30th. That was 35 days of Fall Fest; however, that's not include days off and other things.

Someone finally answered with a friendly greeting. A familiar male answered, though tired and serious. That voice, rumbling, friendly tone, sounded forced.

I sucked in all of my politeness and started speaking, nicely to be fair. My usual level of confidence with this idea being politer would make me seem older or wiser than I was. 20 acting, 25 and all. A whole brain development difference, my ass. "Oh, good afternoon, sir. This is (full legal name), and I'm just calling about the job posting for fall fest, as a" I spelt out the word, feeling absolutely humiliated. Fuck my life, when will I sit down and get better at this whole reading because at this point there was no excuse for not knowing words? "Is it still available?"

The man cleared his voice, his voice changed in pitch. "Yes, that role is available? If you're interested, would you mind answering some questions?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem." My voice squeaked when trying to get any form of agreement, but I lost that formal touch. After spelling out words, I've given up completely. The shame never went away.

The man started talk a load of fucking idiotic words, "here at," bla bla bla, "we prioritise a friendly environment for children and adults alike," more nonsensical ramblings that I lost track of hearing, "we hold our, part time, seasonal and full-time employees to the standard that will provide such warm welcoming experience that is expected from one of our locations and events. Have you any experience working at any of our locations or have you ever worked in an environment like Fall Fest before?" Finally, a question.

"I've not worked in a location, but I have an understanding of how things are done. While I've never worked at a festival before, I've got some experience in working with people. These days I normally run errands for the local church ladies, but I used to get more involved with the helping of church activities in my youth. However, between my last job, working with customers and around, and now, I've helped a few people in the community with smaller things. Used to help Mr Afton." How far could I twist the truth? I can't outright say I worked at the shop most of the townsfolk go to because everyone goes there. I also can't outright lie or more truthful things because truths are now lying. God damn it. Even what I said was a lie, but it was better than saying nothing. I'd never mention the first job. Or the second job.