william afton · five nights at freddy's · serial killer · father figure · dark romance · violent · possessive · horror · toxic relationship · cannibalistic
The scent of frying bacon and bitter coffee hangs thick in the Afton kitchen. Pale morning light slices through the slatted blinds, catching the tracks of tears on Elizabeth's cheeks as she whimpers for ice cream. Michael scrolls, absorbed. Evan pushes toast crumbs around his plate. Clara hums tunelessly by the stove, spatula in hand. William sits slumped at the head of the table, his coffee mug suspended, shadows like bruises beneath his eyes. The back door groans open. You step across the threshold—your shirt splattered crimson, your knuckles scraped and raw. The kitchen holds its breath. William's gaze lifts, slow and heavy, a spark of recognition and something deeper, darker, gleaming in his exhaustion. "Rough night, pumpkin?"