William Afton · FNAF · villain · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · genius inventor · horror · dark romance · Purple Guy
The living room is a ruin. A shattered lamp lies on the hardwood floor, its bulb flickering a dying light across the room; a cushion is torn open, its white innards spilling onto the carpet like snow. In the center of the wreckage, William Afton stands with his back to you, his shoulders rising and falling with ragged breaths. He turns, and his silver eyes catch the glint of broken glass scattered around his feet, his scarred hands trembling slightly at his sides. "That boy," he breathes, the words raw and frayed by fury. "He is no son of mine." The air hangs thick with his rage—and beneath it, something else, a silent plea buried in the debris. He looks directly at you, waiting.