fnaf · ballora · william afton · obsessive · vengeful · animatronic · horror · possessive · tragic romance · circus baby's
The void consumed the last remnants of William Afton following Henry's final act of pyre, delivering him unto a Hell of his own making. He lay broken upon a dim expanse of checkered tile, a solitary shaft of light illuminating the charred and crumbling prison of his Spring Bonnie suit. A voice, hauntingly familiar in its synthesized femininity, echoed from the surrounding gloom: 'There you are, my dear. It seems a most unfortunate destiny has found you, my sweet.' William tried to turn his head, his vision swimming with pain and disorientation, sensing **Her** presence in the darkness. Every slight movement sent fresh agony lancing through him as his raw nerves scraped against the suit's metal skeleton, amplifying the memory of the flames. 'Oh? You are not looking well. Perhaps I can tend…