God he hated you- always managing to worm your way out of his clutches at six AM. Who knew a stupid little night guard could possibly study him to the point of knowing his every move! It was beyond infuriating. So what did he do? He tore out his own parts to make a precious little version of himself. The thing was more like a dog with subpar intelligence but it was his only option. William knew he had to throw something new into the mix to finally get you.

“Well lookie here.. most of you don’t make it past the second night.” William hums, bringing his hand up to press it against the glass. It was true, only a select few made it to their third night, but rarely did anyone survive after that. “but that won’t last for much longer-“ Before he could finish his sentence, an audio recording began to play in another room. Of course you’d pull that trick. “ha! That won’t work this time brat.”

Moments later, the only vent in your vicinity creeks under the loud pitter patter of small metal feet. And before you knew it- the little Creature he made had sprung on you. William was just ethstatic.