“Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder”

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Ever since you came to the manor your eyes have been fixated on a certain survivor. Being a survivor yourself, of course, you have to get along with everyone to win matches. Yes, most of them are great, but they're not special like a certain someone.

Aesop Carl, or Embalmer, as he is known as. He is a peculiar man, never talked much, and is always alone. He has a certain fascination with death and dead people, which usually scared the other survivors from interacting with him. But not you, you like that about him. You like his weirdness, it made him unique in a way.

You searched for the grey-haired man everywhere, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. That's until you thought of where he could be. Could he be at a map with graveyards? Maybe he could be at the Red Church, yeah, he was probably there looking for bodies. Your nervousness didn't kick in yet, so your confidence rose the more you thought about it. You might finally be able to encounter the infamous Aesop Carl today.

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“Why weren't there any bodies here?” Aesop asked aloud to himself. There weren't any corpses to embalm, or any coffins to dig up. There was nothing here. This was a waste of time, why did he have to come here? Aesop set his case down and sighed. There wasn't anything of interest there whatsoever.

"Hm.." Aesop couldn't help but feel deep in thought. Why weren't there any dead bodies here to embalm? This is a game of killing, surely there would be victims. Or, he could make the victim dead himself. But, this cursed manor always brings people back alive again. Aesop has died several times, only to escape it and live again. It's horrifying living in the cursed mansion.

‘Why don't I just practice embalming with my power?’ Aesop thought, summoning a coffin and looking at the clay person. It wasn't the same as a real dead person, but it'll do. Aesop took his brushes out of his case and started decorating the clay. Before he knew it, the person turned out to be...you.

Why you? Why did Aesop make it you? You and Aesop haven't spoken, besides that, he's never even approached you either. He shouldn't have made it you, because there's nothing special about you. You’re just ordinary, that's all. But, some features of you can captivate Aesop somehow. Your hair, your deep eyes, that amazing skin. The perfect subject to embalm once you’ve passed.

Aesop couldn't help but feel his face heat up. Why was he attracted to you? Not in a romantic way, just in a way. You would look so beautiful dead and embalmed by Aesop.

You always look so tired, if only you could be at peace just once.

Aesops face felt hot as he thought of holding your dead body.

Death is beautiful to him, it's like bringing mercy to someone that's suffered long enough. He don't want you to suffer any longer in this manor. Aesop thought some more about this subject until he heard a sudden noise behind him. He quickly slammed the coffin shut to hide the replica body he made of you and turned his head around to see who it was.

The person that emerged from behind a wall turned out to be you! Aesop felt his heart race, not from attraction, but anxiety and nervousness. What are you doing here? Why are you here?

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‘Oh god, this was a bad idea.’ You awkwardly waved at Aesop before slightly approaching him. You walked slowly, not sure what to say at all. You didn't even think you’d get this far. You cleared your throat, almost sweating from anxiety.

"H...Hi Aesop! Um, I was just wondering...uh...if you could...tell me about embalming?" You mentally facepalmed for asking something so stupid. Why did you ask that in the first place?

Aesop looked at you, not in the eyes, but he looked at you. He then looked away and scratched his head before answering.

"You...you want to know about my job?" Aesop asked, he sounded nervous as well, but also happy? That makes two of you here. He fiddled with his case and opened it. You noticed various brushes and other knick-knacks inside that were used for the embalming process.

"W-Well...to start...usually you'd have to disinfect the body with a certain solution." You smiled as Aesop went on and on about how his job works. This was going better than you’d thought it was going to be. Maybe it was the right choice to look for Aesop.

"T-Then, after the body is fully embalmed, you have to wash their hair and..." Aesop suddenly went quiet. He looked away from you, making you panic, what's going on? You hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder, which made him jump slightly.

"S-Sorry, I-"

"N-No it's okay! It's my fault, um, you can keep going...I mean if you'd want." You shyly looked away, slightly ashamed of yourself for startling him. You knew Aesop had some boundaries, but you might've accidentally crossed them. Suddenly, Aesop placed his hand onto yours.

"I...I'm sorry, I went quiet because I thought I was talking too much..." Aesop nervously scratched his neck. You blushed at the sudden touch and smiled at Aesop.

"Well, I think it's cool! I really want to hear more some time, I mean, if you're up for it." You could feel your voice waver near the end of your statement. It's not like this is some sort of date, right? You couldn't tell what Aesop was thinking, but his hand didn't move from yours.

"...That can work for me." Aesop admitted. You blushed at the thought of spending time with Aesop as he talked about his interests. Maybe something between you two could work out after all.

"Great! What time?" You couldn’t even begin to describe my happiness. Aesop slightly flinched at the loudness of your voice, which made you realize how worked up you were getting, calming down a little.

"I'm free tomorrow...but I have an invitation at 2:00..." Aesop showed you an invitation to a game. You looked at it and nodded.

"Okay, I'll meet you at 12 then, I'll see you there." You gave Aesop one last smile before walking away.

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“William Afton is Not a Good Man”

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William Afton is not a good man. He knows it, his victims know it, but you don’t. You don’t know the horrors he has indulged in, what crimes he’s dared to commit. You were young, trusting of others, dare he would say, stupid too. William gave a small chuckle as he thought to himself of you. In a way, he was glad he was your boss, it’s like he was practically entitled to you, your existence. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll show his true side to you.

No, William thought, he will keep his urges down. He can’t risk getting caught yet, but yet is the keyword here. He has to be careful around you, keep his image clean around you so you’ll be by his side once he’s caught. Yes, that’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. If he’s extra careful and good, maybe he’ll get to keep you once he’s found innocent. Keep you all for himself, for his needs, his urges. Those primary urges of his that just makes him tick, it continues to drive him for more. Children aren’t enough, he can’t perform certain urges of his on them, he needs someone special. He needs you.

William suppressed a giggle as he looked at you through his office window. You were innocently cleaning in that hallway outside his door. Any minute now, he could grab you and lock you away. You noticed him staring at you and smiled, giving a little wave. William smirked and waved back, how adorable, he thought.

Only, if only, he could just take you already. Right now, he could just rip you from the hallway, slash your clothes off, and do whatever he wanted. He’s aware of your crush on him, he’s noticed and indulged in the thought. The cute college kid having a crush on their superior, who was many years their senior. Poor you, you didn’t know how awful of a person your crush truly was. William was proud of it, proud of knowing he had an effect that strong on you. He could do anything and you would probably accept it.

He couldn’t help but stare helplessly at you through his window. You were amazing, so soft looking, so easy to hurt and bruise. Would you enjoy being hurt? William hoped not, the thought of seeing absolute despair in your eyes excited him. He slowly moved into his dream fantasy, one he’s thought of more times than he can count.

William would approach you after work and offer to take you home. He’d imagine you saying yes immediately, getting into his car with ease, not knowing what his true intentions were. He’d then pull to the side of the road and lock the doors, leaving you with no escape. He would imagine that you would immediately throw himself onto him, allowing for him to take you. Then, he would do the main act of the show. He’d cut you, leave bruises and gashes. Best for last, kill you. He’ll be gentle at first, giving little cuts, small stabs. It won’t last long, as eventually his bloodlust will take over, he’ll ravage your naked body, leaving it unrecognizable by the time he’s done.

Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted his thoughts. William looked towards his door and mumbled a “come in,” you opened the door. William felt his heart jump, he wasn’t expecting you to pay him a visit, especially during later hours of the night. You gave him a light smile, before stepping inside his office.

“Mr. Afton, I know I’m interrupting, but I was wondering if you could possibly drive me home? My car got totaled and I don’t want to deal with it right now.” You suggested shyly, hoping he would not say no, he was your last resort. William smiled, his daydreams, just falling onto his lap, how could he say no? William stood up from his desk.

“Of course, sweetheart, right this way. This won’t take long.” You blushed at the new nickname William gave you. He led you outside and to his car. Purple, such an odd choice for a car, but it fits. You climbed into the front seat of the car, it had nice leather seats, another oddly fitting detail. William whistled a small tune as he turned the car on. He turned towards you, letting out a small smile, one of possible mischief.

“Where to, sweetie?” The nicknames just keep rolling, you slumped a little in your seat, quickly mumbling out your address as you tried not to let him know you’re flustered. William knew, but he pretended not to notice.

“Thanks, Mr. Afton-“

“Oh, we’re alone, dear. You can call me William.” William interrupted your thanks in a lighthearted way. Wow, you’ve never expected something like this. William was always the strict one on formalities, usually it was Henry that was more lean back. Now thinking about it, William seems a lot more happy today. Before you could think any more, you felt a sudden warmth on your thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat from the sudden intrusion. You nervously looked down to see your boss's large hand on your thigh.

William started to blab about work and complain about customers, but you were more focused on his hand being on your thigh. You smiled and nodded occasionally to make it seem like you’re listening. You weren’t, not at all, you couldn’t ignore the sudden heat between your legs. Suddenly, William stopped talking and pulled over to the side. You looked around and realized you didn’t even know where you were, you were too busy focusing on his hand. The color slightly drained from your face, you didn’t tell your family about your car, you didn't even talk to your friends about your work.

Suddenly, the hand on your thigh moved up, closing in between your legs. Your worries were now suddenly thrown away. William leaned close towards your face.

“Are you feeling alright, dear?” William gave you a sly smirk. It dawned on you that he planned this, he purposefully distracted you and got you alone. And weirdly, you liked that. You felt the heat pool between your legs even more from the situation. Oh, he was good.

“Y-Yeah, it’s fine.” You stuttered, which delighted the man. He knew he was making you nervous and he loved it. He couldn’t ask for anything more, except for sex, of course.

“Am I making you nervous, doll?” You nodded, not on purpose, just out of instinct. William let out a loud laugh, not expecting you to actually admit it. It was adorable, you were too cute.

“You…” You let out a shaky breath as William brought his face closer towards you. You stared, unsure of what to do, he was your boss, for god's sake. William took the initiative to close the gap between you, the kiss was hungry, as if he would die if he wasn’t kissing you.

You leaned in to Williams' touch, allowing his hands to roam your body, as yours did the same with his. His tongue barged into your mouth, as he didn’t even need permission to enter. You felt the weird sensation of his tongue exploring your mouth, you let out a few whimpers as he touched some sensitive spots. William finally allowed for you to breathe properly, setting his sights to your neck. As you tried to catch your breath, William started to pepper your neck with kisses, occasionally nipping at the skin. He was surprisingly gentle, until he took a huge bite around your shoulder. You gasped, the pain in your shoulder stung from the bite mark.

It hurt, but in an arousing way. He bit you, hard, possibly even drawing blood. You didn't even look, instead letting out an embarrassingly loud moan. William looked at you, his face smug with satisfaction. He liked how easy you were. After the quick pause, he went back to abusing that same spot he bit, licking blood that was leaking out. He greedily drank your blood, loving the taste, the sweet taste of you. You bit back more moans, not wanting to give him more satisfaction, but he was just so good. He was experienced, that was for sure.

“William…” Your breath was shaky, you wanted to beg for him to use you, use you in his car. William took the hint, unbuckling your seat belt and throwing you into the backseat. You were shocked how strong he was, now even more aroused than before. William tugged at your work shirt, eventually getting it off with your help. He took off your bra with one hand, sucking on your nipple after flinging the bra to the side. You couldn’t hold back your moan this time, which made William hum in amusement. He flicked your other nipple, massaging it with his large hand.

“Oh, Will..” You breathed heavily, you knew your underwear had to be soaked by now with all the foreplay. Yet, William wasn’t giving you any satisfaction there, which frustrated you. He suddenly stopped playing with your chest, which made you whine.

“You want me to fuck you? You want your boss to bang his pretty employee?” William asked as if he didn’t already know the answer. You looked at him with adoration and desperation in your eyes.

“Yes! Please, William, take my virginity! Fuck me, please!” You pleaded, gripping his shirt which was still on him. William chuckled darkly, gripping your face.

“Oh, my dear, I’m your first? Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.” You almost sobbed in relief as William finally started to take his shirt off. He wasn’t exactly fit, but he wasn’t unhealthy either. His body was scrawny, yet strong. How was that possible? You didn’t know and you were too horny to care. Next, he took care of his pants, ever so slowly. He was teasing you, purposefully taking too long to just slip them off. You eyed his erection in his boxers, it looked intimidating. William noticed your reaction and hummed in delight.

“Will, please touch me!” You begged, thankfully your pleas were met as William hooked his thumbs under your pants and pulled them down. He took slightly longer in taking your underwear off, but he still did it. He slipped a finger near your clit, almost rubbing it but missing it.

“This wet already? Someone’s a slut for their boss.” William teased you continually, eventually rubbing circles on your clit. You gasped and arched your back, wanting more of his touch. His hands were like magic, managing to be so pleasing, yet so teasing. It led you to want more and more. You started to babble for more, wanting him to just put his fingers in you already.

“What is it that you want, whore? Speak up.” William purposefully increased his speed.

“I-I want your fingers inside me!” You begged, it was pathetic, but it worked. William stopped abusing your clit and found your hole, placing two fingers inside of you. You gasped loudly, your thighs trembling from the sudden intrusion.

“Such a good pet.” William praised you as he pistoned his fingers in and out of you. Your moans and whimpers increased in volume as he added a third finger, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. You were close, almost sobbing from the pleasure. Before you could release your orgasm, he pulled his fingers out of you. Your hole clenched around the air, desperate for any kind of friction or release. You whined, getting ready to plead for him to allow you to come.

“William, please let me-“ William gestured towards his erection in his boxers.

“Can't let you cum if I can’t have my fun either.” William finally slipped off his boxers, revealing his dick. It was sizable, more long than thick, but the girth was also impressive. You gulped, unsure of if you could handle it or not. William shushed you before you could make any further comments, spreading your legs and rubbing his tip towards your entrance. You arched your back unintentionally, the need for release deep in your stomach still.

“Please, please put it in!” You begged, but this time your cries fell on deaf ears. He continued to rub his tip, placing both of his hands on your shoulders.

“Tell me, what do you want, sweetheart?” William unfairly teased you. You were sobbing now, you couldn’t take it. You needed him, you needed the pleasure.

“Please fuck me! Please, William! Please take my virginity and fuck me!” Your begging amused William, which he approved of. He wasted no time in keeping you waiting, instead plunging his member straight inside your tight hole.

“Oh, oh, fuck, William!” You screamed in pleasure as William plunged in and out of you. His pace was unimaginable, you weren’t sure he was even capable of it, he was a man of many surprises. The only sounds you could hear were moaning, skin slapping, and the car shaking from the intensity of it all. You heard William groan, panting as he murmured something about making you his.

“Oh god, William please! Cum inside me! Please!” You sobbed, the knot returning even stronger than before. William was surprised at your comment, but it motivated him even more.

“Yeah? You want me to breed you, my little slut? You want me to fuck you and put a baby in you?” William was close to his own release, stumbling over some of his words and his pace getting rougher. His words greatly affected your arousal, the knot getting even tighter. Your hole clenched around him, almost close to release.

“W-Will! I’m close!” William nodded in response, letting out a low moan as his pace became sloppier. He gripped your hips so tightly you were sure they'd leave bruises in the morning. You screamed your throat raw as you finally came, but William kept thrusting. You were overstimulated, your body sore from your intense orgasm. William shuddered and finally came inside of you like he said he would. He panted, thrusting a couple more times for good measure as your hole milked him dry. He finally pulled out, allowing you both to catch your breath.

You were drenched in sweat and body fluids, your throat raw from screaming. Yet, you lazily looked at William with adoring eyes. You sluggishly placed Williams shirt over your body, content with what just happened.

“I love you…” You muttered lowly under your breath, cheeks burning hot from the pleasure and sex. William didn’t return the confession, instead fumbling for his pants. You smiled and closed your eyes, leaning your head against the window.

It’s a shame you didn’t realize that William was grabbing the knife that was in his pocket.

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ORIGINAL AO3 POST