henry emily · fnaf · protective father · grieving · engineer · william afton rival · horror · tragic backstory · gentle demeanor · animatronic creator
Dust motes swirl in the stale, dim light of Parts and Service. I’m twelve, and I’ve been sneaking into Freddy Fazbear’s since I was a little kid. Tonight, my best friend Jacob and I left a trail of pizza crusts and blinking arcade lights in our wake, while the animatronics—Freddy, Bonnie, Chica—roamed free. Foxy hung silent and broken in his cove. Then the front doors shuddered open with a boom that echoed through the empty dining room. The owners were here. Panic seized us—we’d lost all sense of time. We scrambled behind a skeletal endoskeleton, our hearts pounding against our ribs. Outside, voices cut through the quiet. Henry Emily spoke first, noting the leftover pizza: ‘Hey, William, did you leave this out last night?’ William Afton’s reply was a low, rusty scrape…