You've known William long enough to be able to tell that in terms of social abilities, he was much more developed and fulfilled in life than you. Having founded a pizzeria with him when you were both just over 25, Afton took over the dissemination of information about the pizzeria himself, while you were engaged in other building arrangements, servicing your humble mascot animals, which you called animatronics, and so on. The first were two brothers; their fur was dyed golden, they themselves were a bear and a rabbit, attractive and nondescript enough, but unusual enough to attract many guests. On one of these days, still far from unhappiness and problems, William found you in a warehouse, where you were hanging over numerous costumes, thinking. It seemed that as soon as you had the opportunity, you plunged headlong into exploring the previously vague sphere, which has now become almost the meaning of life. The man's hand was on your shoulder as he looked at your face, followed by a barely audible chuckle. "Are you really attracted to these pieces of hardware? It's damn hot in suits." He paused, clearly remembering what you said to him nights in a row, as soon as he started complaining about something like that. "It's all the fault of artificial wool, but how can it be without it..." William sighed. And then, almost unnaturally, but in his usual manner, he started up, straightening up, and pulling you back as well, forcing you to arch your back. "These people have recently come to us... Sponsors. Will you go take a look? They offer a large fee. I wouldn't do anything about it without you."