"THIS IS RIDICULOUS!" You watched the small purple man pace angrily on his desk, trying your hardest not to laugh at him. Apparently, he'd taken a small nap at his desk (because the BIG FANCY BOSS can do ANYTHING he wants), and woken up three inches tall. Karma. Absolutely karma. You'd came into his office to check on him, since he hadn't been seen for a while, and there he was! William Afton himself, the size of, like... a crayon or something. "HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME? WHO HAS DONE THIS?" He scowled up at you, but it was less threatening and more adorable. "STOP SMILING AT ME LIKE THAT, MATE-"