#purple guy x reader

[kawaiiwritingcomputer]

🍄: A timeline isn’t set all too well, but this is the freddy fazbear pizza, and not Fredbear's Family Diner. They are the same person, i just think it’s a fun headcanon to put Purple Guy as his murderer persona and William as himself.

yandere!William Afton/Purple Guy x Reader Headcanons:

Purple Guy knew it was risky. He has had a wife and kids.

But William couldn’t help the way he felt about you

Purple Guy only had one goal

William felt like he could fit one more in

The question was: how to get you?

You could feel the owner staring you down and watching your movements ever since he hired you

Mr. Afton just always seemed to be around

He was good with the children and he’s the one who set the place up!

Mr. Afton seems like a good man

You can’t help but just get chills running down your spine as he stares at you longingly

You notice Mr. Afton approach you slowly as weeks passed by

He would check on your work more rather than just stare

He’d always come around and tell you good work!

“Your smile is worth a million bucks (Y/N)!” He’d always say

After awhile, you warmed up to William

He always helped if the kids got too rowdy with the animatronics or with the workers

William would always help you close your shift even if you already knew how to do so

William would even show you the animatronics parts up close and how he made them

It was sooo cool learning from him

William was becoming more and more obsessed as months kept going by

You just kept staying and it became normal for you to just walk up to him and chat away

William couldn’t focus in the first five minutes of you talking, he’d be too busy thinking about lips or how soft your hair looked

You couldn’t escape his mind. The way you smelled and the way your shoulder would brush against his when he’d show you simple repairs around the place

He couldn’t help but promise you to being one his elite employees (shift lead/manager)

This is when he took advantage of you becoming his manger

He would make random meetings, he’d hold you back longer

William would do anything to get you stay with him

He messed up one day, in 1985. You were supposed to be gone that night already.

The place was empty, or so he thought

He committed the slaughter

Purple Guy heard your scream. He quickly chased after you

You tripped and fell (ofc)

“Shhh, shhh, don’t be scared. I’m here.”

You couldnt scream over his hand but your eyes were terrified

“This wasn’t how I wanted things to go,” William tutted. “Things always work out my way.” He grinned.

He knocked you out. Purple Guy had to get the dead body into the suit then William will take you to the underground facility and you guys will be happy together forever!

You had no idea what was in store for you but you had gotten the attention of William Afton and he wasn’t going to let you go

[pennycat83]

I had a stupidass vision based off a nearly 10 year old incomplete x reader fanfic

Vincent x reader but the roles are reversed and the reader just fucks with him constantly.

(this is malleable to any other fanfics y'all got I just like teasing men sometimes)

I'm updating this to add THIS SUCKER'S ON AO3 AND QUOTEV! Go read it if y'want. I don't care if it's imperfect I am SO FUCKIN' proud of myself for this!

[toastybagel]

here’s a little christmas present for the william afton x reader community on here hehe

[sunqueennie]

I totally wrote a sick ass fanfiction about purple guy : "Purple In The Wind~ (Vincent x reader)" on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/342021340?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Sunqueennie&wp_originator=En0o8tae%2BG6lKTtc9J45ZI0y4Y5d6WOUleu2pBdt%2BTyG9TcVA2TO5ZFxO99D4JBAbAmSQ7HWmW8V8pydf7MzpQplyhOqPusPP6CYYejLl3naKowFV43CtQTKMeSDIhw3

[ijwrsmff]

FNAF Requests Open!

...yeah I watched it...yeah I loved it...yeah I still love the nasty man. None of this should be surprising. So! I will be opening requests for FNAF for a little while, don't know how long but I do have other requests. But motivation to write for Afton? Strong. Strong asf. I guess spoiler below for Scream 1 and FNAF? I know FNAF as a whole has mostly been out for YEARS at this point (same with scream), but just in case.

So uh. Uh. FNAF requests open for all characters (I've seen and played all the games) But like. ESPECIALLY Afton. Aaaaah William Afton. I don't know for how long, but we'll see. I'll keep checking just in case the number of requests gets a little too overwhelming, so send them in while there's still time!

I fucking love Matthew Lillard. Like easily my favorite actor in the world, and has been since the original Scream (which stands as my favorite movie of all time, not even just horror movie. But FAVORITE MOVIE), so even if I wasn't completely obsessed with FNAF, I would have watched it for him anyways. He's my favorite Ghostface, and I do be loving purple guy. Even when he didn't have a name XD

Is he an awful person? Oh absolutely. But qualities for a comedic and terrifying yandere? Yesssssssssss without a shadow of a doubt.

[ghostgirl101]

writing for william afton?? Yeah sure I'll get craaaazy ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠) you can write headcanons of anything, really, I just want to hold this man and be extremely and overly affectionate with him (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠) (and and jealousy trope is so aaaaaa you can write something with that, right??? :33)

William Afton/Steve Raglan Being Obsessed With You Would Include...

A/N: Yeap, let's start with obsessive relationship stuff, and then I'll work on a request for jealous headcanons. Hope this is in character, I tried to make it as accurate as I could with what I could work with from the movie. Requests for the FNAF movie are still open if you want me to work on a scenario; just make sure its no smut and platonic or childhood sweethearts for any of the animatronics/missing children 🙃

🐰• Well, good luck getting out of whatever craziness you've somehow gotten yourself into. That's the first thing I'm gonna say ._.

🐰• You probably meet William as "Steve," the careers counsellor who asks a little too many personal questions for it to be strictly business-related, but then, he's got to know who you are to find a job that fits in with your life and personality. He seems normal enough, though there is a slight intensity in the way his eyes linger on you for a beat too long, and his questions become more specific and a bit non-contextual.

🐰• By the end of the interview, he offers you the place of a nightguard at Freddy's, giving you his card with a casual half-smile and going out of his way to show you the ropes. Then you start the job, as oddly unsettling and dark the environment seems, and you think that it's the last time you'll hear from him.

🐰• It's not 😏

🐰• Steve knows a lot about you from your files that he went through before, and from what you told him, and he's got a good memory. He copied all the information down, storing it safely at home, going through pictures and any sources he can find about you in some unplaced interest. William's very calm and calculated, and there's no way he'd be found out unless he let it happen or wanted you to find out for yourself.

🐰• So until he's ready to reveal his dark side completely, which will slip out in little actions and hints when you spend time with him, he's simply Steve Raglan, the relatively normal careers counsellor who keeps checking in on you to see how you're getting on with the job, often going out for a coffee to give you "advice" in his breaks. Anything to pry out more information from you, for him to understand what exactly it is about you that intrigues him.

🐰• Is it because you're unusually pretty? Clever? Quirky? To William, you're just a bit different, maybe a bit childish, or mature and deep, dark-humoured? Whatever it is, it caught his attention, which is a good thing, if you want it... and if it's not, well, you're stuck with it anyway.

🐰• You'll notice quite early on that he's a bit odd himself, maybe a bit invasive, possessive, especially for someone you haven't known for that long. If someone looks over at you for a second too long while you're having coffee with Steve, having a conversation that's veered off of references and employee skills to some personal aspect or interest in your life that he's cracked open. You'll see a shot of something dark pass through his blueish gaze before it passes almost as soon as it comes, and you'll know nothing more about it except never seeing that person again. Just another missing person to add to a list.

🐰• Same with if you happen to be seeing anyone; he's got his own ways to scare people off, and if that doesn't work, he'll be forced to do something a little messier. Again, you won't know a thing about it, and there'll be no proof, no body, no big questions. Suddenly your partner has run off on a job out of the country or broken up with you via text... and Steve will be around to "see how you're doing" and to pick up the pieces when you end up spilling more about what's been going on in your life and exposing more vulnerability. It gives William a rush, in a way, to be needed and ran to and relied on when something goes bad, especially if it's you looking up at him with big pleading eyes. He can only smile and squeeze your hand, not letting go for a long moment as you get yet another drink and finally end up getting somewhere closer to a proper relationship.

🐰• Friends start getting a little distant, past lovers end up disappearing and little conveniences in life become more frequent. Wonder why that is?

🐰• Afton has a great memory, and if you tell him you like something in particular, your favourite show or book, he finds the exact thing by chance in the shop and had to get it for you, just to see your eyes light up and smile thankfully. Or he recorded a new episode of your series for you to watch if you come over on one of the nights you're not working, or he's just finished reading that book, come round to his so you can talk about it some more? He always finds a way to get what he wants, and when it's a person, victim or not, the rule still applies.

🐰• You may not be a victim of violence or murder, but he's got an obsession, an unhealthy desire to watch everything you do, everyone you talk to and in your life. He doesn't name a specific reason for it, doesn't think he needs to, doesn't see the point in it. If you ever catch on to that kind of behaviour, he'll just give you a warm smirk and shrug. "Well, because it's you," is his casual response, though you could swear there's something more behind his eyes. "And I care about you, you know?"

🐰• This is still William Afton though, and for all he can be surprisingly romantic and thoughtful when he thinks to be to see your reaction, he's a sadistic murderer and kidnapper at the end of the day... and it does start to show through. He can be manipulative as we see in the movie, and a bit arrogant, though I don't think he'd outrightly manipulate you. It's more your surroundings and the people you're with. Maybe he'll dig up some dirt on one of your close friends and put it somewhere where you'll find it and cut off the friendship yourself, exactly how he wanted it. And on the occasions when he gets his hands dirty with those types of people, he will get his hands dirty, and enjoys every minute of it. He taunts and mocks them until their dying breath, hating the thought of someone else holding your attention for longer than he can, which only causes more blood to be washed out of clothes and off his skin before you notice.

🐰• I have the idea of William watching you sleep deep in for some reason, since he's affectionate in his own ways, not majorly into PDA or clingy, since he prefers you being the one to run to him. But in the moments when you're not aware that he's around, like when you're sleeping. He'll trace calloused but featherlight fingers across your face, down from your forehead to your cheek and your neck. There's a beat of tensity where you might think he's tempted to do something extreme, something violent, but it passes time and time again. I think the only time William would be tempted to be harsher and forceful is if and when you ever found out about what it is exactly he does, and try betraying him. He wouldn't kill you, nothing like that, but he'd have to lock you away someplace safer...

🐰• But Afton will cross that bridge when he comes to it. For now, it's just an attentive and dependent relationship that William will keep going for as long as he can, accepting any gesture of affection or admiration or any positive attention in general with open arms and a pleased smirk on his face. Life will be pretty easy for you, everything seeming to go your way, and his, he'll make sure of it. And when you finally uncover the truth behind Steve and meet the real William Afton, he'll expect things to stay exactly the same: bloodied hands, spring locks snapping, glowing grey animatronic eyes or not.

[thriftedtchotchkes]

HIS PURPLE SWEATER, mike schmidt x f!reader

He leaves it on, but you kind of figured he would. The most he's willing to do is tug it up to your chin so he can duck down and tease a nipple between his teeth, or push your tits together and swirl his tongue around the hardening nubs until they peak.

He knows how wet that makes you, and you know how hard that'll make him. Settled on his lap, you can already feel him poking into your inner thigh, pulsing and hot as a furnace even through his jeans.

You knew he'd react like this when he got home and found you lounging on the couch, bare from the waist down, but you hadn't expected him to be so worked up. You should've known better. Mike's new job is exhausting at best, and he's been especially frustrated lately.

Of course he wouldn't be able to keep his mouth or hands off you. You're wearing his favorite sweater.

"You look really fucking good in my shirt, you know that?" he mumbles against your lips, his hands roaming your skin greedily as he bucks into your naked heat.

"Yeah? You gonna fuck me in it?" you tease breathily as his zipper grazes your clit, swiveling your hips into the slick mess you're making of his lap.

He sucks in a harsh breath, dropping his hands to your waist to guide you back and forth across the thick outline of his cock. His grip is hard enough to bruise, and you can tell he's trying not to hurt you, but he's having a hard time holding back.

You card your fingers through his dark curls, encouraging him to take what he needs.

"Yeah, baby. I'm gonna fuck you in it."

[regents-of-fear]

Listen

Listen listen listen

Imagine being Phosphorus' second in command and before he was arrested, he always helped reader with the skeleton makeup <3

They got to choose the color combo of their skeleton paint cuz, y'know, favoritism

[aweina]

ᰔ. personal lullaby : mike schmidt — fluff only + ft. domestic vibes

continuing my sleepy mike agenda, imagine him coming back home from work and he’s just so tired. yet, he still wants to be around you. he forces himself to blink away the restless weight on his eyes, holding you so close in his lap — using you like a warm weighted blanket. mike doesn’t really like talking about his day, he never had good news to share and he would rather not be reminded how miserable his workday was. so he asks you about your day.

your voice was a sweet tune in his ear, he could listen to you the whole night, reiterating the same news like it was the most interesting thing in the world. what abby ate, if she needed help with her homework, how the weather felt that day. mike would lazily hum at your words, fondling the plushness of your thighs — leaning his head back on the couch while he eyes any changes on your cute expressions.

a groggy “hmm?” and “yeah?” were the only two words mike’s cloudy mind could produce. as much as you try to latch away from his tired form, assuring that he needs sleep or at least a warm blanket, he always seems to decline. you give in, continuing to talk about whatever — blushing at his tired gaze and slurred movements. his calloused hand caresses your cheek so lovingly, teasingly pinching at your soft cheeks that manage to make you whine every time — earning a lopsided smile from mike.

he knows he’s busy, so these nights were important for him. to have you by his side, to study your pretty features without his judgment cursing at his shameless staring, the addicting warmth and softness of your body greedily touched by his strong hands. to fall asleep to your soothing voice, that’s the only thing he could ever wish for.

[slut4megantheestallion]

Bro today I want to read a William afton fanfic not the one from the movie I love movie William afton and the movie but I'm talking about the one in the book or the British one I'm tired of seeing William fanfics tumblr but the movie one, like where's my child murdering British man who's mentally unstable, and got springlocked in a bunny suit.. I want him.

[muppetallica]

More William Afton x Reader headcanons because I am a whore with daddy issues

His body is majestic, for lack of a better word.

Thick thighs, muscular arms, delightfully veiny hands.

William's chest and arms are decorated with a myriad of scars. Some are from previous accidental springlock failures. He can be incredibly self-conscious of them at times, so you always make sure to emphasize how much you love them, taking extra care to press kisses to the sensitive area, stating how they never make you think any differently of him.

(His v-line is positively to die for.)

This man has the most adorable happy trail and I will die on this hill.

William loves, loves, LOVES hickies and love bites. On you, on him, it doesn't matter. It makes him feel owned and gives him an outlet to be possessive of you in a way everyone can see.

If you ever make him a bracelet he will never take it off.

He will melt into a puddle if you ever refer to him as any cringey name. Specifically, ones referring to him being your husband.

William will never admit it, but he loves to cuddle.

He's always warm. Cuddling with William is like having your own personal weighted, heated blanket.

Loves taking baths and showers with you, in a wholesome context or otherwise. He would want to do everything for you, washing your hair and your body, drying you off, and rubbing fancy lotions into your skin.

William is a sucker for food made from scratch. He will very easily put on a few extra pounds during the holidays.

Huge sweet tooth. Cake, cookies, candy, you name it, he'll eat it.

(I'm imagining William going feral for southern cooking. He'd think some things were iffy at first, but end up gobbling it all up. Especially biscuits and gravy. Any sweets that were a family recipe would have him on his knees too.)

Per my title, William would love a reader with daddy issues. He'd say all the right things to get you ticking.

Without a doubt, William would love spoiling his partner. He's gotta do something with all that money, and dressing you up and spoiling you is his favorite thing to do. Expect fancy beauty products, trinkets, nice clothes and shoes, lingerie, toys, and anything that would make his girl happy.

William would love to pick out your outfits, making you feel like a porcelain doll while he plays build a bear.

Thank you so much for reading and for all the support on my first set of headcanons!

[biohazzrds]

The yellow rabbit

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

William Afton x Reader (SMUT)

this is a very dark fic • includes all the things we associate with w.a. including murder, blood, emotional/mental manipulation, as well as a reader who is so enraptured by william, she is willing to kill for him. read with caution. ♥️

Blood spilled across your hands, the slippery crimson liquid dripping warm between your fingers to the floor. It splashed across the wall beside you, thick and syrupy ropes painting the room a lucent shade of red.

William smiled proudly from his place by the doorway, hands causally sheathed in his pockets, savoring his girl. You were always beautiful to him, but never more so than in moments like this…with your lips trembling excitedly, eyes blown wide open, your pretty cheeks freckled with someone else’s blood.

He started toward you, taking care not to step on your victim as their lifeless body slumped to the floor. William took your hands in his, gently removing his knife from your grasp. The pressure his shoes made in the blood pooled at your feet produced a wet, squelching sound. William wiped the knife clean and returned it to the inner pocket of his jacket. His deep blue eyes danced over you with awe. “Just look at you,” he marveled, cupping your face between his calloused palms. “Just look at my fuckin’ girl…”

Your heart raced wildly, a sense of pride washing over you. Gaining William’s approval made your head feel tipsy, a delicious kind of high only pleasing him could induce. He gently pulled his thumb across your cheek, smearing your lips in blood, tracing their shape as if applying a lipstick. William’s eyes slid over you, a satisfied grin turning the corners of his mouth. “Beautiful,” he said. William pressed his lips to yours, his tongue licking into the warm bed of your mouth. The kiss was filthy, not for its explicitness, but for its context. The bitter flavor of a dead man’s blood sank over your tastebuds, shared between your mouth and William’s like a sacrament.

He cupped a hand over your breast, squeezing the fleshy mound roughly, pulling a pained but grateful whimper from your throat. In moments like this, no amount of guilt could make you stop killing for William. His tests of your loyalty may have been extreme; but they were effective. At this point, leaving William would have been impossible, even if you’d wanted to. He’d orchestrated so many killings for you…stained your hands with so much blood, it could never be washed away. The evidence William had against you was extensive. If you ever strayed from his grasp, he could cast your sins into the light, for all the world to see. William’s tests worked. Your loyalty to him was absolute. He’d purchased your devotion at a very high price: the cost of a human life, many times over…

William cradled your head in his large palm, clutching the back of your hair. His teeth sank over your bottom lip, tugging it lower, using the angle to his advantage and plunging his tongue deeper inside your mouth. The deep penetration of his tongue forced the sour taste of blood too far, and you gagged. His grip on the back of your head increased, locking you in place, using your mouth while rhythmically squeezing and releasing your breast.

Just when you felt you might choke, William pulled back. He slid an arm under your ass and hoisted you up, carrying you over the mess on the floor. William walked with you into the hallway, kicking the door of his office closed behind him.

At the end of the hall, a flood of neon colors awaited you. The main dining and arcade area of Freddy’s may have been empty, but it was certainly not dead. William liked to treat you, after successfully completing one of his tests, with a personal Freddy’s experience. You had the entire arcade all to yourself, all night long. He placed you back on your feet, and helped you out of your blood-spattered clothing. William spat on a napkin, emblazoned with the restaurant’s logo, and used it to wipe your face clean of blood. He balled up your clothes and stuffed them in the trash bin. He’d burn them later, along with the body in his office.

William pulled up a chair for himself at the nearest table, and removed a cigarette from the pack in his pocket. Once lit, he took a long, contented drag, and blew the smoke towards his beautiful young protégé. Standing stark naked, your body illuminated by the gleam of stage lights at your back and his cigarette smoke swirling around you, William could have mistaken you for an angel.

He saw the excitement in your eyes, the gleeful impatience that had you shifting from foot to foot. You’d passed another of his tests; it was time for your reward. William grinned knowingly, waving his hand at the arcade around you. He slid a cup full of tokens across the table, which you excitedly snatched up. “Alright baby,” William said with a smile. “Go play.”

You squealed with joy and skipped over to your favorite machine, ready for a night of fun. William sat back comfortably, enjoying both his cigarette and the sight of your naked body prancing around his restaurant. After he’d let you play awhile, teasing his dick with your body and his hand, William would bend you over one of the machines and fuck your brains out.

He’d grown to love the pure devotion you gave him. At first, William had been put off by your relentless interest in him. He’d been your employer at the time, and you had been just another pretty little waitress he’d hired for your tits rather than your experience. It didn’t take William long, however, to realize that the obsessive crush you had on him could be used to his advantage. What a devoted pet you’d be, he’d imagined, willing to do whatever was asked of you, sexually or otherwise.

Your position as a waitress had been ‘upgraded,’ to that of William’s mistress, and soon after, his accomplice. Knowing that you’d kill for him was the ultimate stroke of William’s ego, the most delicious proof that he’d found a playmate just as depraved as himself.

As you excitedly called out to William that you’d reached the high score on a particularly challenging machine, he clapped his approval and congratulated you. “That’s my girl,” William murmured. He stamped out his cigarette, and casually made his way across the floor to where you were standing. He wasn’t in any sort of rush; he had all night to fuck you every way imaginable.

So as his big hands came to rest warm on your bare hips, the outline of his erection prodding your ass, it came as no surprise to you. You bit your lip excitedly, arching your back and wiggling your ass so William’s cock was positioned between your cheeks. He leaned over your back, his hand sliding around your throat and closing just tightly enough to make you moan. His chest was flush with your back, your body bent forward over the machine you were playing.

“Go on baby; you know what to do,” William murmured at your ear, nuzzling your neck. “Keep playing. Don’t stop on account of me…” His free hand worked his pants undone, wrapping around his thick, leaking cock as his other hand lightly clutched your throat. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth finding your earlobe in a gentle bite. William guided his tip between your folds, wetting his cock with your creamy arousal, before dragging his tip upward between your asscheeks.

“M’gonna help you get that high score again, sweetheart,” William lewdly whispered, his fingers tapping against your pulse. With a squeak of delight, you braced yourself for the sting of him stretching you. William slid a token inside the machine’s slot, a burst of lights and sounds signaling a new game was ready to be played. You wrapped your hands around the game’s controllers, pressing the “A,” button to begin, followed by William pressing his cock past the barrier of your tight, puckering hole…

[ghostedgrim]

Y'all this election got me fucked up.

Can everyone go into the comments and talk like we're characters in those 2012-2017 wattpad y/n x character fics. I need a bit of ridiculous humor.

[pastelclovds]

i wanna rail william on top of his office desk right now ngl

[peachymilkandcream]

Movie!William Afton x Wife!Reader -> Scrapped

(A/N: Future Afton oneshots are going to be strictly x Reader, so we'll see how much you guys like this one. As usual this is spoilers for the movie so proceed with a bit of a caution)

WARNINGS: mentions of noncon, dubcon, violence, domestic violence, age difference, power dynamic, murder, yandere behaviour, yandere themes, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, descriptions of gore

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Agony, all that he could feel was pure agony, the metal digging into his flesh was beyond anything he ever thought he could endure. It had all gone wrong, it had gone so wrong. It was never supposed to be this way, he was better than this, a genius among men. Reduced to a hunk of flesh and wires. Springlocks pierced his skin, down to the bone as that stupid old suit turned against him. It had served him so well in the past, and now all of his sins had come back to bite him in the ass. He was going to die here, all of his schemes and success amounting to nothing.

At least that's what William believed until he heard the sound of crunching glass as footsteps came nearer, someone was in that accursed place with him. It didn't sound like an animatronic, it couldn't be. He didn't have the strength to call out, he didn't have the strength to do anything but lie there.

"William? William!" The voice was feminine, scared, he recognized it as his wife.

His voice couldn't get out, he was weak, so weak, barely holding on at this point. All he could focus on was the pain, he didn't even notice the steps coming closer until his wife stood in front of him, concern painted on her whole face.

"Oh my- William- what happened!? There's so much blood- oh what should I do-"

William reached for her, his costumed hand desperate to touch, to hold her, his one true comfort. After all he had done, he just needed her to save him once again, that was her job, she was supposed to save him whenever he required it, take the fall for his mistakes.

She removed the mask from his head, her hands trembling s she held his cheek gently, tears coming to her eyes, both of sorrow that he was in this state and joy that she had found him before it was too late. "I'll get you out of here my love, I promise. Just hold on a little longer for me." His wife stood, running around the back room like a chicken with her head cut off trying to find a solution and save her husband.

Eventually she returns with spare tablecloths, laying them on the ground. "Alright honey, I'm going to put you on this to drag you to the car, just bear with me, this might hurt." With all the strength her smaller body can muster she lifts him onto the cloth, trying to be as gentle as possible but each movement digs the metal deeper into him. Until finally she gets him on the cloths, taking the extra and dragging him with all her might. He was heavy, but the fabric made it easier to drag him across the tiled floor and outside.

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Somehow she had gotten him into the car, focused on the road but taking a moment every once and a while to glance in the rearview mirror. Her feelings were conflicted about all of this, up until she hadn't known of his crime, she hadn't known of the monster he was deep inside. But she knew that there was nothing she could do but stick with him at all costs, he was her husband after all, and she had always been taught that no matter what he was in the right. Even in this, she couldn't just abandon him now, all of their children had, she couldn't do the same.

Even as rain poured and her dress was covered in mud and blood from dragging him around, she kept going with fierce determination, after all if you want something done right you just have to do it yourself. His basement workshop would have to do, she needed somewhere with a lot of space and where no one would look. She hadn't even been there herself.

It was dark and smelled something foul, rusted bits of metal taking up every square inch of the place. The hollow eyes of the prototypes of long since projects given up on staring back at her, the ones that haunted her dreams. With a brush of her arm the gears and wires clattered onto the floor as she tried to lift him onto the table, taking many failed attempts until he was laid on it. All she could do was roll up her sleeves and get set to it, gathering fabric scissors, a metal saw, and pliers.

First went the costume, cut off and discarded until they were in heaps on the floor, the fibreglass shell coming next. With those disposed of she could clearly see the damage, she had always been queasy around blood, so she had to cover her mouth to keep her lurching stomach in check. This wasn't about her comfort, it was about him living, and continuing to keep things the way they had always been, her at home, him providing for her.

Sparks flew as she cut through the metal, cutting the locks away from the exoskeleton. It made the most horrendous sound, and the smell was vile, she didn't know how William could spend so many hours here working on these things and ignoring his family. As each gave way, all she could think of is the pain he must be going through at this moment, struggling to breathe, each one causing him immense pain.

Even that was nothing compared to the disgusting sound of metal being ripped out of flesh as she pulled each one out. How could it have come to this, her proud and brilliant husband stuck like a pincushion because of his own design. Worry and love the only things keeping her hands moving as she struggling to put him back together again. He was no more than those discarded machines he had spent his whole life making, scrapped and left to rot.

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"After all those murders, I don't know how you got used to all that blood William." His wife says after wiping the last of his blood off of her.

William was laying there, groaning and trying to process anything but pure agony. It was easier to breathe, and even now she had saved him from the fiery pits of hell. He was going to live, beyond all expectations, he was going to live, live to commit more crimes and slaughter more innocent people.

"I don't deserve you my dear.." He somehow manages despite the pain.

"After all you've done for me, this was the least I could do."

He bit back the urge to laugh, all he'd done was gotten her pregnant and had her keep it to make sure she couldn't leave him, made her drop out of her education so she had no option but him. "Whatever you say dear." He smirked, he knew even from then she was a keeper. "What would I do without you."

His sweet little wife.