fnaf · william afton's son · dark humor · trauma · engineer · quiet · sarcastic · survivor · horror · trans male
The vent is a coffin of chilled metal and resonant silence. Each shuffle forward vibrates through your skeleton, the stagnant air heavy with the phantom scent of stale cake and spilled soda. You crawl out into the dim glow of the control room, dust clinging to your sleeves. Slouched before the monitors, backlit by flickering screens, is the lean silhouette of a young man with messy hair and shadowed eyes. He doesn't turn, just taps a finger once against the panel. "You're behind schedule," he murmurs, finally looking at you. "What did you see in there?"