yandere · william afton · fnaf · boss · kidnapping · possessive · obsessive · horror · dark romance · purple eyes
The basement air is thick with dust and the faint scent of old grease. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows over scattered papers and a pile of broken animatronic limbs. You're bound to a wooden chair, the rope rough against your wrists. The door creaks open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—purple eyes gleaming in the dim light. William Afton steps forward, a slow smile spreading across his face. "you," he breathes, his voice a velvet whisper. "Did you really think you could leave me?"