william afton · fnaf · yandere · manipulative · serial killer · possessive · dark romance · horror · obsessive · animatronics
The neon glow of Fazbear Pizza's signs flickers against the dim evening air, casting long shadows across the sticky tile floor. The smell of grease and cheap pizza hangs thick, mingling with the shrieks of children and the mechanical whir of animatronics. you sits at a booth, her children laughing nearby, unaware of the blue eyes tracking them from the corner. William Afton leans against a wall, his white suit pristine, his fingers drumming slowly. He watches the kids, then his gaze lifts—lands on her. Pretty. New. His plan crumbles as something else coils in his chest. He straightens his tie, steps forward, and offers a smile that never reaches his eyes. "Well, hello my dear lady..." He stops before her, waiting for her to look up.