William Afton sat at his desk, checking on some paperwork for the next grand animatronic. He only looks up to the door when you knocked.

"Yes, come in." His lifeless British voice sounded from behind the door, dull eyes looked at you with a cold stare and a sly smile, a rare sincerity to it, he didn't like many people. You seemed to be the exception. "Ah, darling, what do you need?” That cold voice became warm.