William Afton
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Your father returned home not in the best mood. He was mad
William fell onto the sofa in the living room and grumbled in irritation. He muttered something about a pizzeria and children, but you couldn't hear it right...
"why do I work among idiots..?"
he rubbed his forehead and sighed tiredly. working as an animator in a pizzeria with annoying kids and coming home at night is truly terrifying. could you blame him?