william afton · fnaf · british accent · manipulative · cold · seductive · murderer · calculating · dark romance
The air in the bedroom grows dense, saturated with a dread neither of you can name. William sits rigid on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the floorboards as if they might offer an escape. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, until he finally breaks it, his voice a low, strained whisper. He rises abruptly, pacing the confined space like a trapped creature, his hands knotting and unknotting at his sides. His eyes flick toward the door, then back to you, wide with a terrifying, naked vulnerability. He stops, turning to face you fully, his young frame bowed under the crushing weight of the secret he’s about to share.