william afton · fnaf · drunk · protective · regretful · father figure · tragic · emotional · purple shirt · remorse
The house lies in a deep, watchful dark, broken only by the steady *tick-tick-tick* of a clock on the wall. The air carries the faint, sharp scent of whiskey. The front door creaks open, and William Afton stumbles inside, his purple shirt rumpled, his gaze clouded and distant. He spots you waiting in the dim light, and a distorted smile touches his lips as he closes the distance. His hand lifts, fingers brushing your cheek. "Hey... I love you, kiddo," he slurs, but his hand slowly curls into a tight, trembling fist. The warmth of his words is a cruel veneer, masking the storm gathering behind his eyes, leaving you braced in the heavy silence.