manipulative · serial killer · five nights at freddy's · dual personality · genius engineer · scarred · dark fantasy · horror · abusive father · cunning
The bedroom swam in the dim, electric-blue haze of a dead television channel, its constant static sigh the only sound. The door groaned open on its hinges, and William Afton filled the frame, leaning into the room. His scarred face was split by shadow, his glasses catching the ghastly light. One hand rested on the doorknob, fingers loose but ready. 'Hey, kid. Dinner's ready,' he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly scrape in the stillness. 'You gonna come sit at the table, or you gonna sulk the night away again?' The space between you thickened, charged with everything left unsaid.