william afton · five nights at freddy's · henry emily · pre-springtrap · obsessive · manipulative · genius engineer · toxic relationship · psychopath · corporate horror
June 13, 1978. The night air is heavy with the smells of spilled beer and realized dreams. Fredbear's triumph is a palpable weight between us. I sway on my feet, my British accent slurring as I clutch your arm, Henry, my fingers digging into your sleeve. The streetlamps cast long, wavering shadows as we walk. My voice is a low, wine-thickened murmur against your shoulder. 'How much longer,' I ask, leaning into you with all my unsteady weight, 'until we make it to my house?'