At the pizzeria

*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “FNAF fanfics”. FNAF was created by Scott Cawthon. This is my AU of William Afton’s past life. Wilma is William’s older sister, Mena will be Ms. Afton in the future. Both Wilma and Mena are my OCs. Henry is canonically William’s best friend (probably his only friend lol). Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

William and Mena were at the pizzeria for their date. He hadn’t told his parents about it, but he did tell Wilma and Henry. Wilma warned him with teary eyes not to talk to Mena. Henry smiled and said that he was happy for William.

William knew that Wilma might have been right, that his presence would only curse Mena, but…but his life was so lonely and she was so bright. Also, what if the curse didn’t exist at all? What if it was all just something that was made up? An urban legend, perhaps?

“What do you like to do?” Mena asked.

What…what did he like to do? He didn’t do much. He wasn’t like Wilma, who had many hobbies to occupy herself with. He either hung out with Henry, drew pictures, or did nothing.

But most of all, he liked coming to the pizzeria. The smell of the pizzas being made, the families coming in and out. There was nothing wrong with pizza. Everyone always came together, everyone was happy.

“I like coming here. I like to see everyone being together and eating pizza. They just seem so…carefree. Was that weird?” William asked. He didn’t want Mena to think that he was crazy, that would just drive her away.

Mena laughed softly.

“No, it’s not weird at all. I understand that. You feel like you’re in the moment, right?” Mena asked.

William nodded. Yes, those were the words. That was how he felt.

“I like to dance. That gets me in the moment, that makes me feel free.” Mena said.

“That’s nice.” William said.

He still couldn’t believe that he was really talking to Mena, that she hadn’t yet found out. It seemed too good to be true, like any second, he would wake up and realize that it was all a dream.

“You’re all tense. Are you alright?” Mena asked.

“Huh? No, I’m fine.” William said, relaxing his body. He didn’t realize that he was squeezing his arms to his sides until Mena pointed it out.

Perhaps it was time to tell her, as ridiculous as it would sound.

“I’m an Afton. My family is cursed.” William said.

Mena grinned and rolled her eyes.

“Yes, you’re cursed. Cursed with good looks.” Mena said with a giggle in her voice.

“No, it’s not that. We’re actually cursed.” William said, trying not to blush. He never had a girl compliment him before, but he couldn’t think of it too much. He had to tell her the truth.

“It’s said that my Great-Grandpa owned a factory where the people working in it were children. Children young and old. He enjoyed making them work and earning profit from it.”

“But one of the children was a witch. A little boy, about six years old. He was one of the kids who got beaten the most, because he stood up to my Great-Grandpa.”

“The factory burned down one day. All of the children died, but my Great-Grandpa survived. He suffered major health problems later. He kept saying that he saw a little boy in the corner of his room, laughing at him. People used to laugh off his story before they sent him to a mental hospital. Legend has it that the little boy cursed my Great-Grandpa and his descendants.”

“You don’t believe that, do you?” Mena asked when he finished his story.

William thought about his Dad, who had to move with a wheelchair. When he looked at old photos of his Dad, he could see that he was standing up, perfectly fine.

“My Mom is an Afton. My Dad uses a wheelchair to get around. Mom says that Dad used to walk before he married her. The day after the wedding, his legs didn’t work. It just happened overnight. Mom begged him to break up with her, but he stayed. He stayed and took her last name. It took a while for there to be a wheelchair, Mom used to carry him everywhere.”

“I know we just met, but I don’t want you to get hurt. My family name is a curse.” William said, his heart tinging with a bit of worry. Sure, it could have been made up, but still, the idea of it unsettled him and truthfully, he didn’t know what was possible and what wasn’t.

Mena put her hand on William’s. His skin prickled at her touch. It was a wonderful feeling of fleeting butterflies, but it wouldn’t last forever, would it?

“I think that it is all just awful coincidence. Even if you are cursed, so what? I’m sure that it’s worth it to be with you.” Mena said.

He hoped that the moment between him and Mena would never end.