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Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you had always hated the place. So many years of being forced to hug those decrepit suits and have Happy Birthday sung to you by emotionless robots, then having to watch your siblings do so with glee as you grew too old for parties in your parents' eyes. You were always too young or too old for what you had wanted, the problems of being the oldest of five and the only girl. At a certain age, you had been tossed aside for their perfect angels, the answers to their prayers. You had to be their babysitter and maid, your parents telling you it was your duty as their sister and as a woman, but you thought that was bullshit. You didn’t buy into the whole “woman's duty” thing, you wanted to be able to do your own thing, not be some guy’s pet. That was part of your parents' issue with you. You were just the wretched girl they had been punished with before being rewarded with their beautiful infallible boys.
When you turned eighteen almost a month ago, your parents had tossed you out, claiming their duties to you were finally done, you were an adult now. You didn’t care too much, you were free of the demons they called your brothers and the responsibilities that were thrust upon you because of them. But you had no job, no car, and only some birthday money saved up from previous years. You had managed to get a little shithole of an apartment thanks to said money but it wasn’t much. You had a roof over your head but still had to worry about rent among other necessities. Thankfully your landlord was a nice older woman who was willing to wait until you started working to worry about payment, but you didn’t want to find out how far her kindness stretched. She was very sweet, checking to see if you ate and asking if you needed her to do your laundry. You always turned her down, you had been taught that things always came at a price. But the woman was nice enough to help you dress for your very first job interview, ironing your outfit and giving you directions to Freddy's in beautiful script despite your protests that you would be fine. You thanked her before setting out following the roads she had written and with your purse hitched high on your shoulder, you felt very adult.
The interview was a breeze, some man old enough to be your dad with a bit of an accent asked you a million mundane questions that you answered with faked enthusiasm and ease. The man was attractive but something about him gave you the creeps. He made too much eye contact and left too much pause before speaking as his eyes wandered the room before snapping back to yours. Maybe it had something to do with your outfit, you thought. It wasn’t the most professional but you were a teenager trying to get a job at a greasy kids place. The shirt was black with long sleeves, the neckline a bit stretched out so it showed a bit more cleavage than it should, the skirt was a bit on the short side, meant to be worn with tights and loafers as part of your spring uniform for your stupid school. As you watched his eyes wander the room you sometimes saw them dip to your chest, seemingly lingering on the thin silver cross that sat at your collarbones. His eyes finally made their way back to your own after their little vacation. Though he gave you the creeps, you couldn't help but preen a bit under his eyes, you went to an all-girls school so male attention was scarce except from your pastor and the few male teachers that you couldn't help but shy away from at every chance you got. The man cleared his throat.
“Well! I think this has gone very well and I think you will be a great fit here. Welcome to the Freddy’s family!” The man stood to shake your hand, his eyes skimming the hem of your skirt when you stood.
You smiled and shook his hand. “Thank you, Mr. Afton.” You spoke politely, voice definitely way higher than usual, that’s how your mother told you to speak to men. Her lessons about the world and how men rule it were unfortunately drilled into your brain along with her endless rants about how unladylike you were.
“I know you mentioned still being in school so we could start your training after school on Wednesday if that works for you.” He had a soft smile on his face, you couldn’t deny that the man made your mind wander a bit.
“That works perfectly. I’ll come straight after school. Thank you, Sir.” You returned his smile.
The man showed you out of his office and walked you to the front door, idly chatting about some of the responsibilities you will take on with your new job. You said your goodbyes to the man as you walked out of the building, as excited as you could be about your new job. You could feel eyes on you as you walked away, fishing the directions your landlord had given you earlier from your purse. The woman would probably be waiting for you to return and ask how it had gone. You looked at the sheet of paper, trying to reverse the directions in your head so you could find your way back home. It was still light out but the sun was starting to lower in the sky, making it a burnt orange color.
You walked with uncertainty, praying you wouldn’t make a wrong turn and get lost. You had lived in Hurricane your whole life but you were never really allowed to explore, always told to come straight home from school, and never allowed out with your friends. It wasn’t like you had many friends anyway, you had been in catholic school your whole life but you never got the whole “God” thing, most of the other girls thought you were destined for hell because of it so they refused to interact with you. You had your best friend Amber and that was about it. She wasn’t as much of an outcast as you, she played sports and dedicated so much time to the church like the other girls you knew. She even had a boyfriend that her parents approved of. You didn’t know why you two clicked but you did, maybe it had something to do with the fact she wasn’t always trying to free your soul and turn you off the path of the Devil.
Footsteps behind you broke you from your thoughts, you hadn’t been paying much attention but somehow had still been on the right path. You knew not to turn to look behind you if it was some creep that would only encourage them. You flipped your hair over your shoulder, turning your head just enough to get a glimpse of who was behind you. It was a child, a little girl with ginger hair in pigtails and bright green eyes, she looked to be about seven. You turned to her and she looked up at you with big doe eyes, you noticed she also had a smaller boy by the hand behind her. The boy had brown hair and blue eyes, he looked slightly frightened compared to the older girl.
“Scuse me,” the little girl said. “Can you help us go home? My daddy said we gotta be home before it gets dark but I dunno where we are.”
“Of course,” you replied. “Do you know your address or what your house looks like?”
The little girl nodded. She let go of the boy's hand, digging in the pocket of her sweater. She pulled out a crumpled paper with an address written neatly on it.
“My daddy said that’s where we live,” the little girl smiled. “And our house is super big and purple!”
The kids were on the right street but in the complete wrong direction. You took the girl by the hand and began walking the way you had just come from. The girl talked your ear off about everything under the sun and the boy you presumed to be her brother just moped along behind. You learned their names were Elizabeth and Evan, they had an older brother named Michael and they lived with their father. As you walked, Evan began to perk up a bit, perhaps realizing that he was almost home. As you walked up to the address on the paper, you realized you weren’t too far from your own home, this way being a bit of a shortcut compared to the way you were going. The house you walked up to was beautiful, standing tall over some of the other homes on the block with neatly trimmed bushes lining the front of the house that stopped at neat wooden stairs that led up to a porch where the children’s bikes and other outdoor toys were stored neatly beside a porch swing. The exterior of the house was a light lavender color, the doors and windows being a stark white against it.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Elizabeth asked sweetly as she tried to lead you up the porch steps. Evan had already darted into the house, squealing in delight.
“Oh no thank you honey, I wouldn’t want to-“ You went cut off by the front door swinging open abruptly, a man stepping out looking around wildly.
“Elizabeth, there you are! Now why would you send your brother in without you? You know that as his big sister, you are supposed to watch after him! What if I wasn’t home? Your brother would be in there all by himself getting into who knows what! Come inside at once!” The man ranted at her, Elizabeth only looking at him guiltily. This was the same man that interviewed you, you realized.
“Daddy, I was only trying to see if my new friend could come for dinner,” she gave her father the biggest smile. The man seemed to now notice your presence, eyes meeting yours before scanning your figure.
“Ah, so we meet again young lady,” he smiled.
“Hello, Mr. Afton, it seems your little ones got a little turned around so I just helped them on their way.” You returned the smile. He seemed a little less creepy now that he was outside of Freddy’s.
“Well, I thank you very much, dear. As long as your parents would allow it, I would love it if you accepted Elizabeth’s dinner invitation so I could show some gratitude and get to know you a bit as my new hire.” He ushered Elizabeth into the house, waiting to see if you would follow.
And you did. All you really had in your fridge was some lunchmeat and cheese, and yet another sandwich didn't compare to a homemade meal. Mr. Afton welcomed you inside, shutting the door behind you. The house was what could be called organized chaos. Random objects adorned almost every surface, but it didn’t look out of place. Their living room was cluttered with some toys and Evan was sat in front of the television watching some cartoon.
“Are you sure your parents will be alright with you being out? It's a bit late,” Mr. Afton asked with his eyebrow raised.
“Oh my parents wouldn't allow me to be out at all but I live on my own so it’s fine,” you answered. The man looked a tad astounded.
“You’re so young to be on your own,” he commented. “But I suppose it's not really my place, I’ll show you to the dining room.”
The man led you into a room off the side of the one you were just in, a large dining table was set in the center, six chairs gathered around it, two chairs on each long side and one at each short end, plastic placemats sat at each spot. There was a large china cabinet in one of the corners that was completely empty, it struck you as odd but then again Afton did give off an eccentric energy, maybe it was just a design choice. There were some pictures on the walls, family portraits, the children's school pictures, and some pictures of Mr. Afton and another man in front of Fazbears. There was a beautiful woman in the family portraits, the spitting image of the perfect housewife with perfect hair and makeup, there was also an older boy who you presumed to be Micheal. Evan and Elizabeth looked very young in the pictures, Evan still being a baby. Mr. Afton had been telling you about what was for dinner as you observed the room, you didn’t fully catch what he had said but any food was better than nothing.
“Is this your wife Mr. Afton?” You asked, looking at one of the larger portraits. The man gave a slightly saddened smile.
“Oh that’s my Clara, she passed before Evan was even one,” He frowned a bit.
“Oh! I’m so sorry for asking, I’m sorry for your loss,” you stammered. Fuck. Way to make an impression on your boss. The man smirked.
“I’m kidding. She left me for my business partner, might as well be dead to me though,” He gave a short dry laugh, something a tad sinister in his eyes. Your eyes went wide. “Sorry to scare you, love, I was just teasing.”
You gave a nervous laugh, at least you didn’t totally blow it. “My older son Micheal lives with her, he comes to visit sometimes. He’s about your age. But enough about me, let’s eat, huh?”
Mr.Afton pulled out a chair and motioned for you to sit, he pushed it in for you too, what a gentleman. He then called for the kids to come sit. Elizabeth, of course, sat next to you. You were best friends after all. Evan sat across from his sister, still a bit wary of you. Their father started to bring out plates, setting the first two in front of the children before bringing out plates for the two of you. He sat at the head of the table closest to you.
“We don’t really say grace or anything, but if you would like to, you're more than welcome,” he smiled at you, eyes landing on the cross around your neck.
“Oh no it’s fine,” you fiddled with the necklace. “I wear it more out of habit than anything really.”
Evan and Elizabeth had already dug into their plates, saying “thank you” to their father with full mouths. He gently chastised them before starting to eat his own meal, and you followed suit. It was delicious. It was just meatloaf with mashed potatoes and green beans but it was so much better than when your mother made it. You thanked the man, praising his cooking. He simply smiled at you. It was quiet for a while before he spoke.
“So, where do you go to school?” He asked.
“Oh, I go to Saint Agnes’, it’s right next to the church,” you replied.
“I’ve driven past a few times. It’s all girls right?” His head tilted a bit with the question. You simply nodded, not wanting to answer with your mouth full.
“I’m not really religious but I’ve thought about sending Lizzie to a school like that. Just for the discipline, there being no boys is just a bonus,” he smirked a bit.
“It’s not great there,” you admitted. “There’s no boys but there’s still men. Plus the education is mostly religion, there’s no science or math really, a lot of it is about how the big man made women to serve men.”
Mr. Afton made a face of discontent. “I guess I won’t be considering it anymore,” he half-joked. He liked getting to know you and joking with you. He somewhat regrettably thought you were attractive, you were the same age as his son for fuck’s sake but that didn’t mean much, you were legal and you were gorgeous. Short but not petite, you had round hips, thick thighs, and sturdy calves, you had small but plump breasts and a perky little ass. He would love to have his way with you but that would be a bit distasteful on his part.
“Mr.Afton, I meant to ask earlier but are you like, the owner of Freddys? I saw that picture of you and that other guy on the wall.” You had caught him staring again but again, you didn’t entirely mind. Now that you had a chance to look at him without the dimly lit environment of his office at Freddy's, you liked what you saw. He was slightly muscular, his face sharp and serious, he had dark hair with bits of silver shining through. You’d never had any experience but part of you wondered how his stubble would feel against your neck or between your thighs.
“Yes, I am. That’s the pesky business partner I mentioned earlier,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“Daddy, me and Evan are all done. Can we be excused?” Elizabeth had spoken for the first time since the meal started.
“Of course, dear. Put your plates in the sink,” he smiled at his children. “And if you’re done I’ll take your plate,” he said to you as the pair scurried away from the table.
“I’ll take care of it, it’s the least I can do,” you smiled at him. As you stood from the table, you could see his eyes flicker to your skirt. You took his plate and walked in the direction you saw Evan and Elizabeth go just a moment ago. The kitchen was a bit messier than the rest of the house, dinner was clearly made in a hurry. Mr. Afton had followed you to the kitchen, objecting as you started to clean up dinner. But through his objections, you could see his eyes wander a bit. You hummed to yourself as you washed dishes, swaying your hips. Mr. Aftons’ eyes followed like a pendulum in a clock.
“Listen, uhm, I know I offered you the job at Freddy's but would you maybe be interested in babysitting instead? You mentioned being on your own and I could pay you more as my babysitter than an employee,” Mr. Afton broke the silence unsurely. “Elizabeth has already taken a liking to you and it would be a shame to let that go to waste.” He didn't really need a sitter, Elizabeth was very responsible for her age, but he wanted to get closer to you.
You paused, thinking. Babysitting would definitely be better than a pizzeria job and more money is always a good thing, plus it would mean more time with Mr.Afton. “Sure,” you answered.
“Brilliant, I would just need you to walk them home from school and stay with them until I get home from work.” You would’ve thought he had won the lottery the way the man beamed. “You’ll even be able to start right away instead of waiting until Wednesday.”
You continued cleaning, talking to Mr Afton about some other minor tasks he would have you do while you watched his children. When you finished he thanked you and offered you a ride home, it was already dark out, and “a girl like you” shouldn’t be walking home this late. You accepted, saying goodbye to the children as their father told them to stay in and he would be right back. Mr. Afton led you to the dark purple car sitting in the driveway, opening the passenger door for you. His hand brushed your arm as you got in, making you blush as he shut the door. You had a second to yourself before he got into the driver's seat and started the car. You told him where you lived as he backed out of the driveway and onto the street.
Something about watching him drive stirred something inside you. You already knew and accepted that you were attracted to the man but seeing the veins that run up his arm bulge as he drove made you feel things. He had one hand on the wheel and the other sitting on the console, hand hanging over onto your side. His fingers gently brushed your thigh, you pretended not to notice and pretended not to think about where you wanted those fingers. You adjusted in your seat, spreading your thighs a bit so his fingers would make more contact, you hoped he didn’t notice but he did. You didn’t know but he was watching you squirm, he was relishing in it. You were his newest fascination and he couldn't wait to indulge himself in you.
He pulled up in front of your apartment too quickly, you wished you lived further away. He gave you a smile as he bid you goodnight, you returning the favor as you opened the door. He watched as you got out of the car, your skirt lifting slightly and giving him a glimpse of what he wishes was his wrapped in pink cotton. You shut the car door and hurried toward your apartment, Mr. Afton watching and making sure you were in before pulling away. You locked the door behind you, a certain warmth between your legs that you had ignored for so long. Despite your distaste for your religion, you had still never betrayed God in that way, still obeying on the chance that he was real. But now you didn’t care, you made your way through the apartment and to your bedroom, stripping out of your clothes from the day. You changed into a large t-shirt that was probably a hand-me-down from church, before laying in bed.
You laid on your back, hand hesitating at the waistband of your underwear. You had never done this before, you didn’t know how to do it, but you knew it was supposed to feel good. All these years you were told this was sin, that God would hate you for this, but as your hand slipped under the waistband of your underwear and to your sopping wet core, you knew that you didn’t give a fuck what God thought.