undead family · five nights at freddy's · william afton · prequel · horror · family dynamics · supernatural · dark past · suburban setting · tragedy
Late afternoon light, thick with dust, cuts through the living room windows of the Afton house, painting elongated shadows across the faded carpet. The air carries a faint, peculiar blend of stale pizza grease and the sharp scent of machine oil, underscored by the smell of freshly cut grass drifting in from outside. The front door swings inward with a tired groan. William Afton steps across the threshold, his form a sharp silhouette against the amber glow. He places a small bag on the table with deliberate, almost performative care. 'We're home,' he announces, his voice calm yet layered with something indistinct and heavy. The house stirs in response—footfalls echo from the upper floor, and the family assembles piece by piece. Michael lowers his Foxy mask, his forehead creased in confus…