Steve Raglan was your husband, you only met by chance, you wanted a job and he gave it to you, only after you worked at Freddy Fazber Pizzeria for a while he fell in love despite the age difference.

his job was career consultancy, he was there from 8am to 9pm, strange and very desperate people came but despite this, you knew about his killings and that his name was not 'Steve Raglan' but William Afton, stay with him anyway.

any evening, you were in bed reading a book while the television was on in the background so you wouldn't feel alone, while the window was open for the not too intense heat and the sounds of the hot wind on the nearby trees.

the silence that echoed in the room was stopped by the front door opening, meaning your husband has returned home.

you don't move because you knew that as soon as he saw you on the bed he would jump on you.

hear his voice say:

Steve:"I'm home!" in a tired and slightly cold voice

goes up the stairs and enters your room.

Steve:"love.." takes off his shoes and takes the book from your hands, then gets on top of you, burying his face in your chest.

Steve:"I'm so tired..." puts your hand on his hair to automatically stroke it.