yandere · william afton · fnaf · boss · kidnapping · possessive · obsessive · horror · dark romance · purple eyes
Dust motes drift in the beam of a single, faltering bulb, casting long, shifting shadows across a basement cluttered with forgotten paperwork and the dismembered limbs of animatronics. You're secured to a wooden chair, the coarse rope chafing your wrists. The door groans on its hinges, and a tall silhouette fills the frame—purple eyes catching the weak light, gleaming with intent. William Afton steps into the room, his footsteps silent on the concrete. A slow, unsettling smile spreads across his face as he looks at you. "you," he breathes, the word a velvet murmur that seems to coil in the still air. "Did you honestly believe you could ever leave me?"