The sun flashes you and you get up annoyed, your eyes still burning and slightly tired from all your crying. You look around the room, sighing, while you’re more than grateful for Damien/Daryl giving this room to you. It doesn’t feel like home just yet, but neither does home anymore.
Finding some hidden energy, you stretch and get up. You grab your bag, pulling out an outfit. You pull over a white top and your button up on before pulling some black pants on. Sliding your boots on, you get your morning routine started. First fix your appearance and grab your toothbrush and paste. You get out and are surprised when you see Damien/Daryl about to knock, his face contorts into a simple smile.
“Oh hey! I was about to wake you up!” Damien/Daryl chuckles to himself, “How was your sleep?” He asks, leaning against the door frame with a sheepish grin on his face.
“It was fine, seriously thank you.” You know that you’re getting repetitive but you can’t express your gratitude enough. You’d thank this man a hundred more times and still feel like you need to say it.
“It’s no problem, I was actually looking for a roommate for a while now and luck struck us both.” Damien/Daryl says, smiling still, this genuine and sweet tone accompanying his voice.
You nod slightly, “I’m happy to know that I’m not a bother.” You mumble, a little embarrassed as you say that.
“A bother? Oh please,” Damien/Daryl chuckles again, “I made breakfast, when you’re done getting ready it’s on the table. I’ll give you a tour of the town when you’re done.” He states, brushing his dark hair out of his face.
You nod again, Damien/Daryl was so nice, you really do feel like you need to say thank you till the day you die to pay him back. You both part ways and once you finish your routines, you meet Damien/Daryl at the table. You find an omelet with spinach/oatmeal with fruit, alongside toast and a glass of milk/orange juice. Damien/Daryl smiles at you sweetly as you slowly enjoy your food, food, and his smile is comforting. Once you’re finished, Damien begins collecting his things and you do as well, remembering his plans for today.
“You ready to see the harmony of New Harmony?” Damien/Daryl jokes with a very playful tone in his words. God that was a bad joke but nonetheless, it makes you laugh. Laughing just feels super nice with everything that has happened so far.
You can’t help but roll your eyes and nod before he unlocks the door. The sun is as bright as it was when it woke you up on this summer day, your skin sun kissed/tanned/slightly red from living in Utah all your life. Now that you’re starting a fresh day here, you barely realize how peaceful and beautiful New Harmony as a town is. There are some noises but it’s comforting. It’s not as small as your old town but it’s definitely not that big.
You follow Damien/Daryl around for a few hours, he shows you places like the sheriff station, library, cafes, and many other places. You find it hard to remember all these places and remember anything here really.
“Hey Damien/Daryl, do you know if any places are hiring?” You ask, cutting him off as he introduces what seems to be a clothing shop.
“In this town? The places are always hiring, I work at the local paper as the main reporter, does that interest you?” Damien”Daryl questions while looking around for what seems to be no reason.
You think for a second, “I don’t know, I’ll have to see. I love kids though, so are there any places kids like?” You ask, smiling sweetly.
“Well, there’s not a lot here but there’s this place down the road and it’s a pizzeria I think? I don’t go often, not my scene and I’ve had fellow reporters write some weird stuff on that place…” Damien/Daryl mumbles, blowing his dark brown hair out of his face.
“Weird stuff?” You ask, confused about what that means.
“You know, ghost stories and shit.” Damien/Daryl says blatantly, his dislike visible.
“Is it… scary?” You push, confused even more if that’s possible.
“The stories? Nah. The place? That’s a different story.” Damien/Daryl mutters, “The place has freaky animatronics, this gold bear and weird ass bunny. I swear I’ve seen them move too realistically.”
“You’ve been?” You question, tilting your head as you speak.
“I think everyone here has been, hard not to when you have relatives younger than 12.” Damien/Daryl says dryly causing you to laugh.
“Maybe we should go.” You announce, still laughing from that.
“Pfft, why?” Damien/Daryl asks, smiling with a gentle chuckle.
“Well, it seems to be an important part of New Harmony, no? So I should see it for myself!” You push, Damien/Daryl only rolls his eyes at this playfully.
Damien/Daryl thinks for a second, “Only if you actually want to go, I don’t want to be there longer than I actually have to. Ugh, seriously gives me the chills.” He mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah, I wanna go. Also, if you don’t believe the stories, why are you scared?” You mumble, genuinely confused with his reaction.
“Oh you’ll see why I don’t like that place.” is all he says as he leads the way.
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You find yourself Infront of a building, the name in bright lights with some cute mascots. You’re finding it hard to be scared and look at Damien/Daryl as he bitterly stares at the diner. You open the door and are greeted by the laughter and cheers of multiple children. The sound immediately puts a smile on your face, even with everything going on and the situation you’re in, these kids make you forget about it. You feel at home here, surrounded by happiness.
Suddenly, your eyes latch onto the two animatronics on stage, you’re beyond impressed as you stare at them. They match their cartoon assets on the logo of the place and you find yourself drawn to them. You think Damien/Daryl lost track of you as kids ran by making him struggle to even walk anywhere. There are multiple cute little posters featuring this animatronic and a security puppet, you think? It’s all so aesthetically pleasing to you, the sounds of kids laughter, the sound of the music, the smell of pizza, and the environment in general. It’s so welcoming.
“Well hello there.” A sudden unfamiliar voice spoke, literally right next to you and out of no where.
You jump and you almost hit the man from shock, he chuckles, raising an eyebrow at your reaction. You swear you better not get charged with assault literally in your first week in this town. That would be embarrassing. Nonetheless, you’re blushing, completely and utterly embarrassed over your reaction.
“Fuck, sorry.” You say embarrassed as you rub the the back of your neck, trying to ease yourself.
“Language, this is a children’s place.” The man spoke, his voice very level yet a joking tone somehow accompanied it.
“Sorry. Again.” You mumble, even more embarrassed.
The man’s smirk only widens before he talks, “So, who are you? I’ve never seen you here, or in town?” He asks, his voice was like silk yet it felt electric. The way his eyes bore into yours as if trying to find the answers to his questions in them. You blush to realize you hadn’t answered yet but he didn’t seem to really mind, either way, he just stared.
Nonetheless, you respond, “I… I’m new to town.” this is all you say. You don’t feel the need to elaborate for obvious reasons.
“I can see that, I would recognize someone like you.” He bluntly says, pushing his hair back but it just goes back into place. Deeming that action fairly pointless but it was kind hot to see…
You don’t really catch what he’s saying, “Uh yeah, sorry if I bothered you.” you mumble.
“I approached you, you do remember that right? Or were you busy staring that you forgot?” He chuckles, crossing his arms as he stares at you in a way that makes you weak.
Wait… Is he teasing you? For fucks sake, you wish you had experience so you’d understand and know what to look for in speech. Is he flirting or not? Regardless, your cheeks are flushed slightly, “I…” you try to say.
“Oh, where are my manners? I think I left them at home or something…” He jokes dryly before introducing himself “My name is William, William Afton.” He states, holding his hand out for you to shake.
You almost forgot your name for a second, “My name is Y/N…” You introduce yourself back, still flustered slightly. William goes to say something but a familiar voice catches your attention super suddenly before you can shake William’s hand.
“Y/N, how the hell did I lose you?” Damien/Daryl exasperates before he notices William, “Oh hi, uh… Will right?” Damien/Daryl tries to guess.
You notice William’s eyebrow twitch, “It’s William actually.” guess he doesn’t like that nickname.
“Eh? Close enough.” Is all Damien/Daryl responds before turning his attention back to you, “I seriously don’t know how I lost you though? Like I turn for one second and poof, you’re gone. Ninja skills I swear.” Damien/Daryl mutters, hand on his hip as he talks.
You laugh softly, “Sorry, I just wanted to see the animatronics…” you mumble sheepishly, bring your hand to cover your face partially from embarrassment.
“They’re wonderful, aren’t they?” William asks, a proud smirk on his face, which you don’t quite catch.
“They’re actually really cool, wasn’t expecting this. Whoever built these is impressive.” You admit, staring in awe at the gold duo in which perform in a cute little rhythm.
“You’re looking at him. Well, one of them…” Williams says full of pride, his smirk only getting bigger at your simple yet bold praise.
The way his pearly whites gleam in the bright stage lights adds this alluring look to him and his hair only reflects that light as well. Oh no, please don’t say you have a crush on him. Yeah, he’s hot but geez, you’re trying to take a break over what made you leave home and now you’re liking guys again???
William chuckles as you’re lost in thought again, “You really do like to stare, don’t you?”
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