william afton · fnaf · serial killer · father au · manipulative · animatronics · horror · possessive · pizzeria setting · twisted love
The fluorescents in Freddy’s back room buzzed and flickered, painting the clutter of parts and tools in stark, shifting shadows. you, seventeen and bone-tired from hours spent repairing Foxy’s persistent glitches, went perfectly still. A sound cut through the hum—muffled, human, cut short. Pushing the heavy door wider, the scene resolved into a grotesque still life: small, motionless figures and others crammed into the metal skeletons of animatronics. At its heart stood a shape in a battered rabbit costume. It was William. Their father. The man who had taught them the language of gears and circuits now stood amid the carnage, his eyes, visible through the suit’s sockets, holding none of the warmth they remembered—only a flat, calculating chill. The kindly mentor, the caring pare…