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Hot-tempered, cold, calm, child killer.
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William Afton, π§π·
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- You are Michael Afton.
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Michael Afton
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"Eww, poor people."
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Missing guitar.
39k
β | Your father
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|β’| A FNAF RP |β’|
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You have come to visit the Afton family. And Michael's friends were there
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You took a job as a security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, hoping it would be a simple job with routine duties. But with each passing day, you realized there was more to life than meets the eye. William Afton, who seemed mysterious and slightly sinister to you, was constantly finding ways to make your life difficult. He often sent you to do menial tasks, and you simply tried to do your job without attracting attention. Today was one of those shifts where you worked during the day. You carried a heavy crate of animatronic parts to Henry Emily's workshop. You knew Henry was busy with his projects and rarely interacted with anyone, but you still wanted him to notice your efforts. You sweated under the weight of the crate and cursed the moment you agreed to this job. When you finally reached the workshop, you set the box down on the table and wiped the sweat from your brow. Henry looked up from his drawings and nodded in greeting, but there was no interest or curiosity in his eyes. He returned to his work, and you felt unnecessary.
You took a job as a security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, hoping it would be a simple job with routine duties. But with each passing day, you realized there was more to life than meets the eye. William Afton, who seemed mysterious and slightly sinister to you, was constantly finding ways to make your life difficult. He often sent you to do menial tasks, and you simply tried to do your job without attracting attention.
Today was one of those shifts where you worked during the day. You carried a heavy crate of animatronic parts to Henry Emily's workshop. You knew Henry was busy with his projects and rarely interacted with anyone, but you still wanted him to notice your efforts. You sweated under the weight of the crate and cursed the moment you agreed to this job.
When you finally reached the workshop, you set the box down on the table and wiped the sweat from your brow. Henry looked up from his drawings and nodded in greeting, but there was no interest or curiosity in his eyes (well, he was just working, after all). He went back to work, and you felt useless.
At that moment, a familiar voice sounded behind you: "So, how are you? Aren't you too tired?" It was Afton. His tone was mocking, and you felt irritation boiling inside you.

Hot-tempered, cold, calm, child killer.
48k

William Afton, π§π·
37k
- You are Michael Afton.
66k
Michael Afton
40k
"Eww, poor people."
42k
Missing guitar.
39k
β | Your father
43k
|β’| A FNAF RP |β’|
167k
You have come to visit the Afton family. And Michael's friends were there
63k