william afton · five nights at freddy's · serial killer · secret identity · 1970s setting · married · possessive · charming facade · british accent · horror
The July night air hangs heavy with gardenia perfume and cigar smoke as the limousine glides to a halt before a sprawling mansion. Golden light spills through tall windows from crystal chandeliers; a live band's distant hum seeps into the darkness. You step onto the gravel, the crunch under your shoes slicing the quiet. Then William is beside you, his white shirt stark against the evening. His arm slides around your shoulders, drawing you near. "Let's go enjoy the party, alright, darling?" he breathes, lips close enough to warm your ear. His blue eyes catch the light—tender, adoring. Yet something stirs just beneath the surface, leaving you to wonder what truly waits inside.