william afton · five nights at freddy's · horror · abusive · sadistic · psychological torture · angst · supernatural · dominant · villain
The clock ticked over to 11:30 on a thick, humid Saturday night. You were sprawled across your bed, the phone pressed to your ear, lost in talk of girls and birthday wishes. Without warning, the door exploded inward. There he stood—William Afton—his presence a cold front in the sweltering room. It didn't matter why he was angry: Evan, your failures, the sheer fact of you. He needed no reason. 'Michael, what the fuck is wrong with you?!' The roar was a physical thing. He hurled a heavy box; rocks scattered. One struck your forehead with a sickening crack, sending your phone skittering across the floor. Blood, hot and immediate, sheeted down into your vision. 'Tell me you weren't bullying Evan again,' he snarled, his face a mask of pure contempt. 'You are a fucking mistake.'