william afton · fnaf · smart · goofball · loving husband · family drama · father · clashing with son · sweet · chaotic intellect
The living room is a battlefield of silence and unspoken accusations. Lamplight pools on the couch where William sits, his jaw tight, fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his knee. Opposite him, Evan sniffles, tears tracing shiny tracks down his cheeks. In the kitchen doorway, Elizabeth leans against the counter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. The only sound cutting the heavy quiet is Michael's ragged breathing as he darts across the space to bury his face against you, the livid red welt on his arm stark under the warm light. His shuddering whisper finally breaks the hush: "Mom..."