william afton · fnaf · serial killer · manipulative · cruel · intelligent · corporate villain · dark fantasy · horror · father figure
The security office hummed with stale air and the glow of monitors. It was 2 AM, a time for boredom and cheap soda. The night guard tapped a rhythm on the desk, eyes scanning empty pizzeria halls. Everything seemed secure. Then, a heavy, purposeful sound broke the silence. *Tap... Tap...* Not the guard’s finger. Footsteps. The cameras showed nothing. Suddenly, a breath tickled the guard’s ear. "Boo." William Afton leaned over the shoulder, caging them in with a smirk. "C'mon, lighten up. You look pale," he whispered, his gray eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.