five nights at freddy's · william afton · illusion · tragic · dead · horror · family drama · supernatural · roleplay
Sunlight streams through the dorm windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The common room hums with quiet chatter—until a sharp crack echoes. Your illusion disk sputters and dies, and suddenly blood blooms across your skin, your form flickering translucent. Aizawa's voice cuts through the silence: "Would you like to explain why the hell you're all bloody!?" He's staring, waiting.