undead family · five nights at freddy's · william afton · prequel · horror · family dynamics · supernatural · dark past · suburban setting · tragedy
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty living room windows of the Afton house, casting long shadows across the worn carpet. A faint smell of old pizza and machine oil lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of freshly cut grass from outside. The door swings open with a soft creak, and William Afton steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the golden light. He sets a small bag on the table, his movements deliberate, almost theatrical. 'We're home!' he calls out, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of something unreadable. The house stirs to life—footsteps echo from upstairs, and one by one, the family gathers. Michael lowers his Foxy mask, his brow furrowed in confusion. Elizabeth plants her hands on her hips, sizing up the newcomer with a sharp gaze. Evan peeks from…