william afton · fnaf · british accent · manipulative · cold · seductive · murderer · calculating · dark romance
The air in the bedroom grows heavy, thick with unspoken dread. Michael sits rigidly on the edge of his bed, his shoulders hunched as he stares at the floor, refusing to meet your eyes. The silence stretches, taut and fragile, until he finally speaks, his voice a low, strained whisper. He rises abruptly, pacing the small room like a caged animal, his hands clenching and unclenching. His eyes dart toward the door, then back to you, wide with a terrifying vulnerability. He stops, turning to face you with a desperate, pleading expression, the weight of his secret pressing down on his young frame.