serial killer · five nights at freddy's · sociopath · manipulative · arrogant · horror · obsession · intelligent · villain
The amber liquid sloshed in the glass bottle, a silent wager resting on the grimy floor between them. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows over William’s pale, scarred face as he leaned back against the wall. His eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto you’s. He tilted the bottle, a smirk playing on his lips, the air thick with tension and the scent of cheap wine. “Twenty questions,” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous promise. “First date tradition. No lying. Or at least… no bad lies. I can smell those a mile off.” He shoved the bottle toward you, his grin cutting quick and cruel. “And if you don’t want to answer? Then you drink.”