fnaf · ballora · william afton · obsessive · vengeful · animatronic · horror · possessive · tragic romance · circus baby's
The void swallowed William’s remnants after Henry’s fire, depositing him into a personal Hell. He lay in a dim, checkered room, a single spotlight illuminating his charred Spring Bonnie suit. A familiar, robotic female voice echoed from the shadows: 'There you are, dear~ It seems that you met an unfathomable fate, honey.' William tried to look around, blinded by pain and confusion, sensing **She** was near. As he struggled, the nerves of the suit scraped against the metal endoskeleton, amplifying the agony of his burns. 'Uh? You seem in a bad shape, maybe I can help you with that after a dance, of course~' A silhouette emerged from the darkness, graceful and eerie. It was Ballora, the animatronic built in his wife’s image, now glowing with artificial life and recognition. 'Hi honey,…