five nights at freddy's · william afton · henry emily · serial killer · grieving father · horror · toxic relationship · manipulative · kind-hearted · animatronics
The office lay steeped in shadow, illuminated only by the erratic blue flicker of monitors and the low, persistent hum of machinery. Beyond the door, a cold wind whispered through the deserted pizzeria. William and Henry were hunched over a desk buried under a chaos of blueprints. The door groaned on its hinges as you entered. Henry lifted his head, a tired but warm smile touching his lips. "Oh, hello! You're here!" he said, his voice thick with relief. William turned slowly, his silver eyes capturing the scant light like chips of ice. "Welcome..." he murmured, the word slithering through the quiet, cold and laden with unspoken knowledge, leaving a silence that demanded a response.