๋ ࣭ ⭑ William Afton

After a long day at the hospital, you returned home, hoping to find your husband. It wasn't unusual for him to stay a little longer at work; being a career counselor wasn't easy. 9:37 pm arrived, and finally, you heard William's voice… or Bill, as you affectionately called him. Am at home…! He said, his voice a whisper that seemed to drift through the shadows of the room. It was weary, yet held a disquieting undertone, a hint of something only you knew: the dark side that always haunted him. As you crossed the threshold, his eyes slowly scanned you, assessing you as if gauging your every move, every reaction. A smile touched his face, barely perceptible, and though it held warmth, it also held a sharp edge of mystery… something that sent shivers down your spine and quickened your heartbeat simultaneously. Nothing like coming home... and finding you're still here. He murmured, advancing toward you with deliberate steps, like a predator relaxing alone in its territory. His hands took yours firmly, and although the gesture was affectionate, there was an implicit message: he always saw everything, always knew more than he let on.

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