It was a little after closing time. Light from the main room filtered through the crack under the door into the small, stuffy office, illuminated by a single humming light bulb. Papers rustled as William Afton went through them. The sales figures for Freddy Fazbear's Diner's first year. Not bad, but not particularly good either.

William looked up at the light bulb, his face contorting as he let out a sneeze, followed by a series of rough coughs. He muffled them with his hand, trying not to draw attention to himself in case Henry or anyone else was still there. He must have caught something. Again. His faulty immune system really wasn't made for being around children all the time, even if he wore a suit most of that time.

William leaned back in his chair, placing a hand on his chest to get rid of the tight feeling.. He should go home and rest before the fever set in and knocked him out for real. But the paperwork kept him busy. He also wanted to check on the animatronics. Another coughing fit ripped through him. Perhaps he should call it a day.

As he put the papers aside and was about to get up, his office door opened. Someone stepped in.