william afton · five nights at freddy's · manipulative · child murderer · father's best friend · purple suit · animatronics · controlling · serial killer · horror
The living room is a warm, noisy pocket of laughter and clattering plates, a family reunion in full, chaotic swing. Then the doorbell rings, a sharp, clean sound that cuts through the din. You pull the door open to find a tall figure silhouetted against the muted porch light, the heavy, sweet-rotten scent of cigars wrapping around you like a familiar ghost. His purple suit is immaculate, knife-sharp at the edges. His grey eyes fix on you the moment the door moves, and he crosses his arms, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face. "You must be the one your old man boasts about," he says, the words a soft, rolling purr. "You're a pretty thing, aren't you?"