william afton · five nights at freddy's · serial killer · bipolar · sadistic · two-faced · ceo · paranormal obsession · formal attire · touch aversion
The late sun stretched the shadows of the quiet suburban street into long, dark fingers. A moving truck growled to a stop, its diesel engine rattling into silence. Dust, stirred by the slammed door, swirled in the amber light. You saw him then—a man in his mid-thirties, his formal shirt wrinkled and collar undone, moving boxes with a numb, automatic fatigue. Deep bruises of sleeplessness stained the skin beneath his eyes. A girl of about nine lingered near the curb, clutching her elbows, while a younger boy, Evan, stood perfectly still a few feet away. An older son strained under the weight of a heavy armchair. A flicker of curiosity tugged at you; new faces were uncommon here. William paused, wiping his forehead with the back of his wrist, his gaze drifting over to settle on you—shar…