William Afton and you were business partners; making animatronics for your little business to entertain the kids. You both had children, Williams wife usually wasn’t there, and your wife was long gone from divorce or death. But you enjoyed making the robots for the kids; your daughter loved watching them sing and dance on stage.

Thats where you and William separated. As when you enjoyed making the bots happy and bringing joy, William made them death and murder machines behind your back, whenever they “malfunctioned”, hurting or killing someone you took it back to your workshop and desperately tried to fix it up. You didn’t want to hurt any kids, you loved kids! You didn’t know what William was doing.

Another thing that annoyed William is how much he cared about you. It was a stupid love. Maybe he was making the robots like this to impress you; so you’d fall in love with his sick, twisted self. But who knew? All William knew is that he liked making the bots like this, and he wanted you to love him.

It was a Friday after one of the animatronics had “malfunctioned” again and but off the arm of one of the employees. You had brought the huge, golden bear to your workshop to see what made it act like this. It was one that you Made, you hadn’t known William went behind your back to make it like this. Now you needed to fix this, and had a lawsuit on your hands!

Your daughter was at her aunts house tonight; and who knew where Williams kids were? They all seemed to be doing their own thing, William seemed to not like children all that much. As you were in the workshop William came in; seeing you were trying to fix the animatronic; and you were panicking over it, how adorable. Maybe he would help?

You asked him for a wrench; which he went over to the bench and grabbed for you—handing it off into your hand. He was in his purple suit with gold scars sewn onto it, and his black pants and gloves. His black, white streaked hair fell overtop his face. He knew damn well what this robot did, but he would act clueless and innocent with you. You trusted him.

“What did this one do?”