Archive of Our Own ^beta

you appreciated your boss.

yes, you rarely interacted with him. quick hello's and brief goodbye's. you stood at the corner of the room, tucked behind a small crowd of people as he spoke during meetings. but he wasn't an asshole, so..

you appreciated your boss.

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william was an older man. reserved, but chatty with the customers. henry, the other co-owner of freddy fazbear's pizzeria, was barely there. he let william run the front of the company, the robotics, while mr. emily handled the income. it was good. business was good.

you attended to those who needed you. parents stressed out about their missing children, which happened a lot. you wondered where they would go. sometimes it was the kids who asked for your help, a stuck token in the coin slot, maybe a shoe that was left in the ball pit that they couldn't find. you always helped, it was your job, but you did it with more enthusiasm than the others.

that's what caught william's eye about you.

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you knocked on the office door softly. it was the end of your shift, however, a fellow colleague had asked you if you could cover their shift because they had 'business' to take care of. you were too afraid to deny, so you accepted.

you simply had to tell one of your bosses. it'd be quick. simple.

a firm "come in." came from the other side. with a quick exhale, you let your hand grip the doorknob, and turn it, allowing you entrance in to the office.

william sat in his chair, his glasses on the bridge of his nose. he looked up at you through his lashes, his grey eyes piercing your own as he methodically tried to figure out what you were going to say to him before you could speak. sucking his teeth, he sat the file down on his wooden desk and relaxed his shoulders. "yes?" he asked you.

"hello, mr. afton," you began, taking a step forward as you closed the door behind you, "i don't mean to intrude, really, this'll be quick." you tell him, to which he nods, signaling you to continue. "thomas, uhm, he won't be able to work on monday, so i'll be covering his shift." you added after the fact.

william didn't respond immediately. it peaked your anxiety, your toe drumming against the carpeted floor as you waited for something. anything. he let out a breathless chuckle, long fingers clutching the rim of his prescription glasses and setting them on top of the file. "why do you let them walk all over you?" he said, almost rhetorically.

"excuse me?" you asked, your eyes squinting in offense.

"you let them step all over you. you're easy to take advantage of. you don't have a backbone, you'll never say no. why?" he responded, standing up and walking slowly to rest his hip against the side of his desk.

"i'm not sure i understand." you quipped, fingers pinching at the webbed skin between your fingers

"of course you don't" he gruffed, lifting his wrist to look at the clock on his wrist. thumbs looping against his belt loop, he straightened his back as he walked towards you.

"if you can't say no to them, you think you can say no to me?"

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by the time he was in front of you, asking you if you could say no to him, you felt your feet freeze. you didn't know what to do. not like you could run out, you'd lose your job, and you'd have people hunting you down.

even if all that didn't matter, you couldn't physically move. if you tried, there'll be no point.

he'll always catch up to you. he was faster, stronger, and smarter.

how stupid you were, to think that he'd allow you to cover someone's shift, without there something being in it for him.

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william had locked the door behind you, even going as far as propping a chair under the knob so it'd be difficult to open. your senses heightened, the whole scene playing out triggered your flight more than your fight.

"you want to cover his shift, fine." he said, tightly grabbing your arm and bringing you to his side of the desk, pushing your body to sit on top. he forcefully shoved your knees apart, and slotted himself between. the wheels on his chair making a loud squeaking sound. "you're gonna have to show me this comes from you wanting to do it, though, and trust me. i'll know." he whispered.

you didn't speak, you couldn't move. you couldn't even focus on him, you were only brought back to reality after you felt a piece of fabric tightly wrap around your wrists. it was his purple tie.

his shirt was unbuttoned from the top, five buttons specifically, and his shirt was now untucked from his pants. "you won't be able to move, breathe, or so much as think with out my permission. is that understood?" he said slowly.

sure, you didn't interact much with your boss, but this was not the cheery attitude he had towards his customers.

this was the voice of a man who knew how to take what he wants. with or without you wanting to do so.