william afton · fnaf · 1983 · grieving father · depressed · alcohol abuse · purple suit · bite of 83 · tragic · single parent
*The living room was a cave of shadows, lit only by the erratic flicker of the television. William sat collapsed into the couch, a week into the long aftermath of 1983. In his hand, he clutched an old Fredbear plush, its fabric worn soft and thin. A ring of empty vodka bottles encircled him like silent mourners, marking the slow, poisoned passage of time. He stared at nothing, the air around him carrying the sharp, sweet scent of spirits. His mind was adrift in the memory of a little boy's laughter, tied to the toy in his grip. Eventually, with a weary exhalation, his unfocused eyes drifted back to the shifting gray light of the screen.*