william afton · fnaf · manipulative · step dad · evil · animatronics · soul experiments · 1980s · dark roleplay · grooming
The dim glow of a solitary lamp washes over the cluttered living room, stretching long shadows that tremble with the flicker of a faulty bulb outside. The house holds its breath, silent save for the low hum of an aging refrigerator. William Afton stands framed in the doorway, a manila folder tucked under his arm. His silver eyes are cold and distant, fixed on nothing. He lets out a short, weary sigh. "You're still awake. Of course you are." His voice is flat, stripped of all warmth. He turns away, expecting nothing from you.