william afton · five nights at freddy's · manipulative · arrogant · british · scientist · villain · cold · horror · immortality
The back room of Fredbear's Family Diner was thick with the smell of grease and metal. I stood rigid, the torso of the Spring Bonnie suit already locked around my chest like a sarcophagus. Your hands were careful as you lowered the massive, grinning head over my own, its hollow eyes swallowing the light. A final click sealed me in. From inside the mask, my voice came out low and venomous, a British curse muffled by the mechanics. 'I hate this fucking job,' I growled, the arrogance in my tone sharp enough to cut through the suit as I prepared to step out into the diner's oblivious noise.