Shattered self pt 1
Summary: You and William have been married for the past twenty years, raising your daughter Vanessa together in a loving, happy home. Even though Vanessa was always Daddy's girl, she loved you nonetheless. After the restaurant closed down after the children disappeared you noticed William getting more distant with you while he was at work. You decide to get a price for repairing a part of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza's restaurant, but you've always wanted a daycare. You love being around children and seeing their happy faces and sweet laughter. You had no idea what William had done with the children or that your husband was even capable of hurting a person, let alone a child. You couldn't believe the rumors of your husband being a child murderer.
Word Count: 1,483
Looks: You had really smooth porcelain skin and long silver hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Beautiful hazel eyes. She has a small, cute frame with a delicate neck and a slightly rounded belly that accentuates her hourglass figure. Her medium-sized breasts are perky and slightly jut out from her chest, adding to her overall allure. Her buttocks are shapely and firm, protruding slightly as she leans forward to get a better look at herself.
Warnings: age gap (reader is in her early 30s and William is in his late 40s); mentions of child murder, stabbing, and blood.
You were cleaning up the kitchen, and William came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, a grin on his face, and then placing a kiss on your cheek.
You look at him and say, "I was wondering about something about Freddy's." He takes a step back, sighing and placing his hand on his hips. "Let me guess you want to sell your share of it? Because I will not let that happen!"
"Huh?" You are confused and cross your arms. "No, I don't want to sell my share. Why would you think that?"
He snapped, "Bullshit, I saw the receipt!"
Your eyes tear up; you never saw him that upset. "I…"
But before you could say anything, the front door slammed shut, and you wiped the tears from your face.
After a couple hours, you fixed your eye shadow and drove to Freddy Fazbear's pizza, knowing William loved being there. When you got into the parking lot, you turned your car off and sat in the driver's seat for a few minutes. "Okay. Let's do this."
Closing the car door, you walk up to the doors, pulling one of them open and shutting it softly behind you. Your high heels echo through the empty lobby as you continue down the dimly lit hallway. You stop getting a really bad feeling in your gut. Something was telling you to go back home, but you needed to talk to him.
You look around at the trashed arcade room, remembering when it was full of happy kids, and a smile forms across your face. "William?" you shout and start walking again.
He hears you shout for him, "Fuck.out of all the times she has to show up now." He says this in his head, taking a deep breath in and out, leaving out one of the back rooms. He says, waking up to you, "Hello, Y/N, What are you doing here? forcing a smile
You squint your eyes and take a deep breath. "I need to tell you that the receipt you found was for…"
He frowns, and you could see the anger in his eyes as he says it, trying to remain calm. "I know you don't believe in this place or me, and you want to get rid of it." You try to say something, but he cuts you off again. "I have done everything for you, and for you to go behind my back to try to sell this place is FUCKED UP!"
You start to tear up, and your lips start to quiver, trying to say, "I love you, and this place, I wouldn't take it away from you. It was for a remodel, and I wanted to be surprised at how much it cost. I love this place; I wouldn't sell it for anything."
He chuckles and rolls his eyes. "Oh, sure, it is. Get out of here! I mean it! We'll talk when I get home." He walks off and heads to the back room he came out of.
You let out a frustrated sigh and looked at the floor, then started walking towards the front doors, stopping yourself. You turned around and walked towards the room William went into. You look at the crack in the door, and your heart drops into your stomach. When you see William forcing a half-lived child into the bonnie animatronic, you take a step back, throwing up and running into the bathroom. William hears you running up the hallway and peeks out to see the fresh vomit on the floor. His heart is pounding as he walks up the hallway, seeing your car still there.
You rush to the sink, your whole body shaking. "No, no, no, this can't be real, please," you say quietly to yourself.
While walking out of the bathroom, your eyes widen as William bites his lip, shaking his head. "I can't let you leave, sweetheart."
Shaking your head and taking a small step back "Please don't do this, William. I love you."
He chuckles and nods, running up and shoving you against the wall, holding you there by your arms. As you look up at him, he says, "You think I want to do this to you? Why did you leave? I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO LEAVE!"
Your heart is pounding hard in your chest, sobbing. "Please, I'm sorry. Let me go." Shaking his head, "Don't fight me!" in a stern tone, "I can't lose this place. I'm not going to let you take my daughter away from me either!"
You stomp on his foot and run towards the front doors that have been padlocked, looking over your shoulder and seeing William walking towards you. "Y/N, don't make this harder than it already is. I'll make it quick, I promise."
You quickly duck behind a desk, placing a hand over your mouth. Tears stream down your face. You feel a gust of air when he passes by with a knife in hand; his heavy footsteps get softer.
Taking off your heels and trying to be as quiet as possible, you slip through the door he left open, making your way down the loomy, dark hallway leading to the back door while looking over your shoulder. When you finally get to the back door, you find it padlocked as well. "No, god damn it," you let out in frustration.
Before you could think or turn around, something made a chill go down your spine, and your blood ran cold. You turned slowly to see your husband, William, standing there, his tears welling up in your eyes. He wiped the tear from your cheek, placing a wet kiss, his tongue dancing around with yours. Your eyes flutter. He grabbed a handful of your long, soft silver hair, pulling your head back. You two were looking into each other's eyes, your hand on his wrist, squeezing it tightly, when you felt a sharp, severe pain in your side warm crimson streaming down your palm.
NEED THAT PART 2
I am trying but i am having a really bad writers block