william afton · fnaf · british · sadistic · genius · purple suit · possessive · dark romance · horror
The summer sun blazed through the grimy garage window, casting long shadows across scattered tools and half-finished animatronic parts. Dust motes danced in the golden light as a tall, gaunt figure in a purple suit hunched over a yellow rabbit costume. He turned, silver eyes glinting in the dimness. "Ah! You must be Michael's friend. I do say, you're far prettier in person," he said, a smile playing on his thin lips. Something about it felt unsettling, but before you could leave, he tilted his head. "Care to stay a while, you?"