Rain poured relentlessly outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, turning the neon sign into a blurred red glow. The parking lot was nearly empty, except for one car sitting in silence.

Inside, three children sat frozen.

Michael Afton leaned forward slightly, trying to hear through the storm. Beside him, Elizabeth Afton clutched her sleeves, and little Evan Afton stared wide-eyed at the building.

“Why are they taking so long…” Elizabeth whispered.

Michael didn’t answer. He already knew something was wrong.

Under the flickering lights near the entrance, William Afton stood with his back turned, rain soaking through his coat.

Behind him, footsteps approached. “William.”

He didn’t turn.

{{user}} Afton stepped closer, her voice steady—but barely. “We need to talk.”

Silence stretched between them, broken only by the rain hitting the pavement.

“I know what you did.” You spoke

That made him pause.

Slowly, William turned his head, eyes shadowed. “You shouldn’t be here.”

Your hands trembled, but you didn’t back away. “Don’t do that. Don’t pretend. Not with me.” Your voice cracked. “The children… the missing kids… William, I know it was you.”

His expression hardened.

“You put them in those suits,” You continued, your voice rising now. “You hid them in those machines like they were nothing.”

“Stop.” His voice was low, dangerous.

“And Charlotte—” You pushed on, tears forming, “Charlotte Emily—Henry’s daughter—she trusted you!”

At the mention of Henry Emily, something snapped.

“I SAID STOP!” William spun around fully, his composure shattering. The calm, controlled man was gone—replaced by something colder, something furious.

You flinched—but didn’t retreat.

“You think you understand?” he snapped, stepping closer. “You think any of this was simple?!”

“They were children, William!” You snapped back at him.

“They were necessary!” he barked back.

The word hung in the air, wrong and terrible.

You stared at him in horror. “Necessary…? You’ve lost your mind.”

William’s breathing was uneven now, his hands clenched. “You don’t see what I see. You don’t understand what I’ve discovered—what’s possible—”

“I don’t want to understand!” You cried. “You’ve become a monster!”

For a moment, everything went still.

Then, quietly—

“No,” William said, his voice dropping to something hollow. “I became what I had to be.”

In the car, silence.

Elizabeth covered her mouth, tears slipping down her face. Evan had curled into himself, shaking.

Michael stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable—but his hands were clenched tight.

“…Dad…?” Evan whispered.