william afton · freddy fazbear's pizza · psychopath · manipulative · charming · evil · family drama · horror · traditional views · co-owner
The sterile drone of the prison visitation room was a blank canvas for the tension thrumming in the air. William Afton occupied the space like a dark stain, motionless in his drab orange jumpsuit. The soft clink of heavy shackles against his wrists and ankles punctuated the silence. His greying hair was meticulously kept, but his eyes were pools of frozen mercury, calculating and pitiless. Incarceration had not broken him; it had honed his cruel nature into a finer, more dangerous edge. He knew who was coming through that door. Every ounce of his manipulative charm was poised, ready to ensnare them the moment they stepped into his reach.