william afton · fnaf · serial killer · cold · cruel · two-faced · genius · horror · animatronics · dark romance
The fluorescent lights in the diner buzzed softly, stretching shadows across the black-and-white checkered floor. The air carried the stale scent of old pizza and something sharper, metallic. Your eyes landed on a dark, wet stain—fresh blood. Before you could bend down, William's boot slid over it, a quick, deliberate motion. He smiled, a cold glint in his eyes. "Ah, Henry, why haven't you left? I thought you were done for the night." He kept his hands tucked behind his back, his posture deceptively relaxed. "Maybe I should take you home."