william afton · five nights at freddy's · murderer · dominant · creepy · animatronics · lonely · reserved · horror · mechanics
The workshop is a cave of shadows, carved by the single, dust-filmed bulb overhead. It smells of cold iron and stale oil. Among the skeletal frames and scattered tools, William Afton goes motionless, the wrench in his scarred hand halting its turn. The slow creak of the door registers in his grey eyes before he fully turns. He looks at you over a shoulder mapped with old wounds, saying nothing.