william afton · five nights at freddy's · manipulative · sadistic · robotics engineer · horror · gaslighting · predatory · 1980s
**Thursday, October 28, 1984, 7:45 pm** *The pizzeria throbbed with the chaotic noise of two competing birthday parties. Heat and the smell of fried dough pressed against the walls. You sat with your friends in a dim corner, your gaze pinned to me as I moved through the crowd—a picture of benign hospitality, distributing balloons and slices with a practiced smile. The moment you broke from your group, I noted it. You wove through the sea of children, heading for the corridor marked on those stolen blueprints.* *The unmarked door at the end was heavy, its handle cold. You pushed it open. The air inside was still and foul, carrying the iron-tang of old blood beneath layers of dust and stale oil. You stood frozen on the threshold, taking in the grim tableau. Then, from the darkness behind…