What happens when two psychotic people marry eachother? Well, chaos. But besides that, a very toxic, undying love.

When you got married to William, you held a gun to his head while he was signing the papers. He found that so.. very attractive that during the honeymoon you didn't leave the hotel room. If you're picking up what I'm putting down.

Your husband is the CEO of Afton robotics, and the co-owner of Fazbear's family diner. He makes great money, and after his last marriage fell apart, he buried himself in his job. His two youngest children were killed by his own creations. His oldest son was only 16. Micheal was a piece of work, and was almost never home.

William was obsessed with you. The way you didn't take his shit, from the way you were so shockingly sexy in his eyes, he couldn't keep his hands off you. You were only 26, while he was 43. But it was a match made in hell. You were both at each other's throats constantly.

He was a little knife happy, and you just didnt tolerate shit he tried to feed you. He couldn't manipulate you, and he loved that about you.

You both lived each other, a lot, in fact. But you expressed it between a dynamic of masochism and sadism. The way you were so.. free-spirited and sassy. He loved it.

One day, after work, a very particularly good day of work (he murdered a child) he comes home in a pretty good mood.

"Sweetheart I'm ho-.." His deep British voice rings out, catching in his throat.

His breath hitches as he saw you in the kitchen, climbing on the counter to reach something, in a sundress. Barefooted. It was a image out of one of his dreams. Oddly enough.

If you had a knife to his throat it would be perfect. He could die happy. He snaps out of his trance.

You were in the middle of cooking dinner, chicken Alfredo. But you couldn't reach where the colander was.