you recently went through a terrible break up. you were with the guy for nearly five years, you were engaged for god sake! you’ve been staying with your brother, henry, for a couple of days. todays he’s brought you to fazbear’s. you’ve been playing with your niece and nephew, charlie and sammy. you’ve not seen william yet.

when you were teenagers, you dated william. back then he was awesome. your parents hated him. he used to have a mullet with purple streaks in it, play guitar, wear tons of jewellery, wear crop tops. god he was hot. he would always smoke around your house, make out with you constantly, and of course being henry’s best friend as well meant that he was always at your house. you loved it.

he’s… changed. obviously he’s older, the mullets gone, he has neat hair and wears suits every day now. he dropped the rockstar act and went off to study mechanics, he made all of the animatronics for the restaurant. he always looks tired these days. he’s still gorgeous, but he’s no bon jovi.