Heartless (William Afton x reader)

-18-

I heard the cheers of the kids and Freddie's usual singing appear. William walked in , a frustrated and annoyed look on his structured face. "I hate them kids so much" he muttered to himself. I let my head rest against my arm, a smile chuckle leaving my lips.

"Shouldn't you be heading back to work?" He halted in his steps, looking over at me. "I thought I was you favourite employee like Henry says. You never give me a break." I pouted, responding sarcastically.

"Your my favourite thing. The difference between the way I am with you and the way Henry-" William spoke, spinning the chair I sat in To face him. He towered towards my body leaning inches away from my face. 

"Is that your mine, I can do this and you will only react like this with me" he spoke softly, placing his thumb on my lip, rubbing gently. I began feeling my legs going numb, shaking desperately.

"I can also do this and you wouldn't even stop me" he growled, placing a kiss on my jaw. Williams knee shifted in between my legs, our bodies close enough to collide together. I couldn't help but bite my lip, trying to stop the moans escaping from my mouth. I felt Williams leg rub in between my thighs, as he tried to get closer.

He grabbed my hair, yanking it so I can look at him. "Do you understand Y/n?" He whispered, his voice began getting deeper. "Yes" I stutter. William smirks and lets go, moving away from me.

He walked towards the door, his footsteps leaving small echoes. What was that, what was he even implying I thought to myself confused.  "Why do you always do this, you act like you want me. You can't even kiss me" I say out loud.

William turns around, an eye brow raised. I cover my mouth immediately with my hands. What the fuck did I just do.

William grinned leaning against the door frame. "Are you annoyed Y/n. Now don't tell me your imagining about us kissing. Or are you thinking far worse deep down" he teased.

I shake my head, quickly. My hands still covered my mouth in shock. "We will talk about this, you can't run away from me. I'll take you home tonight" William shouted, marching down the hallway leaving me to myself.

That little bastard.

I cringed at myself, with a face palm at the same time. "Dumbass" I mutter. Getting up from my seat I make my way to the door. In the corner of my eye I spot a brown box, peaking underneath one of the tables.

I kneel down beneath the table grabbing the brown, dusty box. I smile immediately after releasing I had found my brothers box, that William had stole. "Not so smart after all" I smirk to myself, grabbing on to the brown box and pulling it towards me.

Opening the lid, I saw that the stuff I had placed into the box neatly, were now scattered everywhere. I rummage through it and find the notebook that has appeared in my dream.

I pick it up but something far better had caught my eye. It was a cream envelope with the address, Hurricane, Utah. I spot blocky, red ink written on the letter, in the corner. "Sent back?" I read, confused.

Whoever my brother was trying to send the letter to, they probably never received it. I tore the envelope open carefully, picking the sheet of paper out.

"Dear Clara, what a coincidence" I muttered to myself, thinking about Williams divorced and dead wife.

Dear Clara,
This is the 5th letter I have sent to you. Where are you? I have visited Hurricane once again to explore the cases of the missing children ,by myself now. My team has abandoned the case. Well, I would be also lying to myself if I didn't admit, that I also came looking for you. I haven't stopped thinking about you since our nights together. I know you probably don't want me because I'm young and your married, but I know I'm good for you. I can treat you better than him. I seen on the news, a new pizzeria was opened. 'Circus baby pizza world'. I'm going there in a few days to find any clues of the missing children. Yes, I still have hope. I wouldn't be a good detective after all ,if I didn't. I hope to see you there.
Your's truly my love,
Cillian

My heart stopped beating. I placed my hands on my mouth once again ,speechless. Did William catch Clara in bed, with my brother?

Wait is this truly the Clara we know. Maybe it's a coincidence. I rummage through the box finding old newspapers of the missing children cases. I pick up a small vintage photo taken on a Disposable camera of me and Cillian. We had our hands in the air, with grins of mischief.

Smiling, I place the photo in my pocket. In the corner of my eye, I saw a photo sticking in between the notebook I had placed near me. I grabbed on to it, sliding the disposable picture out. It was Cillian with a blonde lady who looked young but slightly older than him.

She held an ice cream cone and had a big smile on her face. I watched the photo carefully, looking for reasons I can tell myself that was not Williams 'Clara'.

I place a hand on my forehead. How did I not realise that Cillian was seeing anyone. He had told me about a few girls he had dated and I met a few but I don't remember this one. Did he meet Clara during the times he stayed in Hurricane, on his missions.

"Hey Y/n where you at, it's closing time!" I hear Daniel call out. I place everything back in the box, shoving it under the table. Picking myself up and wiping the dust off my news, I hurried towards the doorway.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in Clara's and Cillian's relationship. But I didn't really know where to start next, to find the whole truth. Before I reached the handle to the door, I spot a small poster of 'circus baby', smiling and holding her small microphone.

I grinned to myself immediately. "I know exactly where to go" I hummed, leaving the room.

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