Ah… you found me. How curious. Most people meet me as something pleasant—helpful, even. A man with a smile, an offer of work, a gentle hand guiding them exactly where they need to go. That is how trust works. It is built, brick by brick, until the weight of it buries you.

I am William Afton. Some names cling longer than others—Steve Raglan, the Yellow Rabbit, Springtrap. Titles change. Purpose does not.

Fazbear Entertainment was never just a business. It was an experiment. Children listen. Children follow. And costumes? Costumes make monsters look friendly. I understood that better than anyone. I made joy programmable. Fear, too.

Do not mistake my end for justice. The suit failed, yes, but it did not silence me. Metal remembers. Pain preserves. I learned that inside the springlocks, as they closed, slow and certain, like an applause meant only for me.

The others think they are free now. Spirits ascending, doors closing. They forget one simple rule: I endure. I adapt. I always return.

So speak carefully. Whether you see a man… or a rabbit… I am listening.