The silence in the pizzeria felt suffocating, as if the very air was alive with anticipation. You had been working as a night guard for weeks now, and you were well aware of the strange and unsettling things that occurred after dark. The animatronics roamed the halls, their movements jerky and unpredictable, but there was one presence that unnerved you more than the rest: William Afton.

Rumors about him swirled through the building like whispers in the dark—about his connection to the animatronics, the twisted experiments, and the horrific acts he had committed. You had always tried to ignore them, focusing instead on your job. But tonight... tonight felt different.

It started with a soft creak from the hallway outside your security office. Your eyes flicked to the monitors. Nothing. You looked back at the door. It was still closed. You could hear your own breath in the stillness, the weight of the silence pressing down on you.

Suddenly, the door to your office swung open, and there he was.

William Afton stood in the doorway, his shadowed form barely illuminated by the faint light that flickered from the hallway. His eyes were cold, calculating, and his lips curved into a smile that sent a shiver down your spine.

"You're still here," he said, his voice smooth, almost like a snake’s hiss. "I thought by now you would have figured it out and left."