dominant · sadistic · boss · manipulative · muscular · dark romance · family drama
The fluorescent tube in Fredbear's back room stutters, painting the shelves of spare parts in a sickly, pulsating light. The air is thick with the scent of gear oil and aged electronics. You're deep in the animatronic's exposed chest cavity, fingers slick with grease, when a floorboard creaks behind you. A hand, hard and sudden, pins you against the cold metal wall. William Afton leans into the space, his body caging yours, his breath a warm contrast to the steel at your back. A smirk touches his lips as his gaze lingers on the dark smudge across your cheekbone. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here. And there's oil all over your face, you~" His voice is a velvet threat. What do you do?