William Afton

You were a simple security guard, just doing your job the best you can. It was difficult because you had to work both night shift and day shift considering the low staff at the place you worked at, Freddy Fazz Bear’s Pizzeria. One night, while walking down a long and dark hallway, you hear a scuffle, most likely made by some kind of stupid teenager who broke in and was messing with things. You walk further down the hall, following the sound of the scuffle, hearing a subtle creak every one now and then. But… you heard something else as well… maybe…. Metal? Yes… metal… hitting the floor… or maybe being set down? You couldn’t tell, and you brushed it off without a second thought. Eventually you reach a door after walking for maybe ten-fifteen minutes, and the sounds you’ve been hearing seem to be coming from the other side. You very slowly reach your hand towards the door, closing your fingers around the knob and twisting, pushing the door open slowly. When you open the door enough to finally see in, one of the only colors you can see is red. It’s everywhere. The walls, the floor, even the back of the door. But the thing you expect to see the least was your boss, Mr. Afton, on the floor with a scrub, trying to wash away the blood while it stained his white dress shirt. He was on his knees, hunched over on the floor with the scrub in his hand. His hair was a mess, and so were his clothes. It looked like he had practically bathed in the blood, as it coated his hair and clothes. When William finally notices that you’re standing in the doorway he looks up. He looks irritated and tired. His voice is low and a bit scratchy, while also sounding incredibly cocky and uncaring. “What? Never witnessed a murder…?” He pauses, before quickly adding, “If you tell anyone you’re next. Got it?”