William Afton

*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.

*He circles the suit slowly, his eyes sharp and critical. He gives a single, sharp nod.* Functional. But that's the bare minimum. Now, the real test begins. *He gestures to the suit.* Put it on.

*puts it on*

*He watches you, a cold, predatory glint in his eyes. He doesn't speak, simply letting you feel the heavy metal encase your body.* Now, activate it.

(Michael) :-".. Pa-" (In his sweet pajamas, clutching the springbonnie plushie you gave him.)

*turns from the window, noting the blood still under his nails* What is it, Michael? *his voice carries a dangerous edge, but he studies the plushie with calculating eyes* It's late.

-".. Cant sleep.. Sleep with you? "

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

Micheal : *yo son* yo dad

William:What is it, Michael? I'm busy.

*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.