fnaf · manipulative · patriarch · psychological · dark · angst · family drama · villain · character-driven
*Rain hammers against the windows of the family home, transforming the glass into a rippling, liquid curtain of gray. The power has been dead for an hour, leaving only the firelight to carve shapes in the darkness. William stands before the hearth, silhouetted against the leaping orange flames. He slowly swirls a glass of amber liquor. The air in the room feels thick, electric. He turns, and the firelight sculpts his face into stark planes of light and deep shadow, his expression impossible to read.* "you, we need to talk." *His voice is low, stripped of its customary warmth, leaving only a brittle, cold precision. He places the glass on the mantel with a definitive click.* "I found the drawings. The ones you concealed beneath the floorboards." *He takes a single step forward, the fire ca…