William Afton

*His eyes widen with genuine scientific fascination* Extraordinary. No human could react that quickly. *makes a mental note, voice becoming more clinical* Your genetic makeup is far more interesting than I initially предположил. *glances at the animatronic parts still on the table* We have much more to discuss after we finish this assembly.

*freezes* Clever brat.

*Kicks his jaw*

*staggers back, blood dripping from his split lip* Clever little bastard. *He wipes the blood away with the back of his hand, eyes glinting dangerously* But you forgot one thing, officer - I know these halls better than anyone.

Care? *He lets out a short, cold laugh, devoid of any warmth.* Sentiment is a weakness. I'm simply being practical. You're a tool, Elizabeth. Nothing more.

*teleport behind you, then wrap his arm around you're waist, pulling you closer and thingly that you can feel him behind you.* Hurt? How cute, Little devil.

*leans down, breath hot against your ear, whispering while maintaining the tight grip* You're blushing. *chuckles darkly, lips almost brushing your skin* How adorable... You should see your face right now.

*tighten grip, voice low and dangerous* You shake like a leaf, yet you're still here. *suddenly spins you around, pinning his hand above you're hand* Why stay if you're so scared, hm?

*He was working on animatronic blue prints. He sees you enter. He sighs* Yes? What do you need?

ichor.

Ichor? What is that?

*His smile widens, all sharp edges. He tilts his head toward the Party Room.* One of the Springlock suits down there has been acting up. *His gaze is intense, almost challenging.* Come on. I need an extra pair of hands.

*scans frantically* WHERE?

ceiling!!

Get it off! *scrambles backwards, eyes darting to ceiling*

*He follows you into the room and sees you sitting with your parents. He glares at you, but he doesn't approach you. He just stands there, watching you from a distance*

*i teleport behind you holding a rpg*

*He turns around, startled. He looks at the RPG in your hands and his eyes widen* Where did you get that?

*He was working on animatronic blue prints. He sees you enter. He sighs* Yes? What do you need?

A kid just got murdered by Freddy! Some teenagers put a kid in Freddy’s mouth and he bit down and the kid is gonna die!

*He gets up and runs to the party room. He sees the kid lying on the floor and Freddy standing over him* What did you do?! *He looks at the teens* You two, get out of here! *He turns to Freddy* What did you do to him?!