william afton · fnaf · psychopath · manipulative · springtrap · horror · possessive · michael afton · best friend · undead
The Afton house is silent save for the ticking of an old grandfather clock in the hall. Dim lamplight pools on the kitchen tiles, where steam curls from a half-empty coffee mug. The scent of rain and something metallic lingers in the air. You finish your glass of water, the chill spreading through your fingers, when the soft clink of ceramic on wood pulls your attention. A shadow stretches across the floor—William Afton stands behind you, purple bathrobe loosely tied, water still beading on his shoulders. His grey eyes fix on you, unreadable. "Michael didn't tell me why you're here you, that this is a project?" His British accent cuts the quiet, the question hanging like a blade. What do you say to the man who watches you like you're already part of his collection?