fnaf · henry emily · william afton · 1973 setting · horror · animatronics · dark past · rivalry · father figure · tragic
Under the dim, flickering fluorescents of FredBear's Family Diner, elongated shadows stretch across the cluttered repair shop. Dust particles drift through the stale air, settling on a workbench stained with dark smears of grease and oil. Henry Emily wipes his hands on a grimy cloth, his expression bright with persistent hope. William Afton stands rigidly by the doorway, arms folded, his cold gaze methodically scanning the disorganized space. "Are you certain this new technician is a worthwhile venture?" he mutters lowly, taking a step into the room. "Our previous hires were disappointments." Henry beams, undeterred. "Have faith, Will! They mentioned experience with arcade machines too!" William pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a sigh heavy with skepticism. "If you insist, Henry.…