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                  what the hell is tragedy?                         i am.

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                                                           i feel myself resisting.                at any moment, something terrible could happen.                itâs not gone, that coldness in me.
                                   I traded a merciful heart for a murdererâs brain                         But now I curse whatâs in my head because I canât stop seeing red.
âPurple hair and intimacy issuesâ, huh?
âŚShit-!
                  Whatâs inside you is inherently SICK                  Now that the BLOOD is getting darker       You DROWN in your true colors and just the TRUTH remains                    All you are is a MASQUERADE

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Iâll creep into your heart. Iâll flip you over, break you down and swallow you up. Iâll steal you and indulge in you. Iâm gonna mess you up, engrave myself in your heart so that even if I die, Iâll live forever. You can call me a monster, but in the end, you canât reject me. Iâm your antinomy, Iâm a part of your existence.
Bright side, Claraâs seemed to picked up on the vibes and decided to stay across the room so sheâs not bothering him while keeping an eye on him.
Itâs. A compromise. One he can live with if she was worried about him staying completely alone at all. Heâd rather she not be there, but at least sheâs pretty good at keeping to herself if she has to be there at all.
Traveling to that world-losing-aether didnât help, partly cause while he loves his wife, William didnât quite appreciate her coming along with him. He got why. She was worried about him - rightly so. He didnât want to stay for long afterwards, though, his grumpiness getting to him. Whether that was better or worse than the alternative was up for debate.
So now, William was back in his ex-hell, laying across his couch and curled under a blanket. Clara would come and go, which was appreciated yet potentially unnecessary. If he needed to stay there, he could lock the entrance and exits himself, just so he didnât worry her about his mental state and he could be left alone.
Not that Clara would advise he be left alone. For better or for worse.
                    iâm just a man, but i know that iâm damned                     ââ all the dead seem to know where i am
âRage is addictive, you know. I guess itâs sorta like a drug. Anger and hatred get you high. They get you high, but like any addiction, they hollow you out and tear you down and eat you alive.â
â Marco, Book #10: The Android, pg. 45 (by K.A. Applegate)

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Oh hey, an idiot...whatever those grey things are (heâs going with âanimatronicâ for now) tries to destroy a poltergeistâs false belief when not even the person heâs closest to would even attempt that.
Not that he told Clara what he learned. He didnât need to.
You as a boss fight
William Afton, Honorable Cavalier, spares the main character if they win the fight.
Location: Magical Mansion Ability: Wicked Observer Quote: "Just who do you think I am?"
Difficulty: 10
Appearance: 7
Creativity: 10
Sound/BGM: 8
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âHonorable???â He was neither a cavalier, nor honorable.
tricksteroffateâ:
Whatever passed as an illusion of his heart, was racing. There was no thump-thump-thump, of course, but the mental notion, the sensation of fear and adrenaline both rising, racing not-heart making him shivery and twitchy with âGET AWAYâ energy, making Poltergeist think more and more that he was in danger and had to runrunrun before he got hurt-
If this was what Will looked like at his time of death, even just a little bit, then Poltergeist was no longer curious what had happened to him. As well, the fear was starting to override even the guilt, now. Heâd seen a lot of freaky-looking Personas, seen at least one dead-or-dying body in whatâs his face, Haruâs dad whose name he didnât recall. Seen his own. But nothing like this, and certainly not this close. A body with a bullet-hole in itâs skull was wild, wildly different from this horrifying thing making itself known before him.
Maybe heâd seen something similar in movies. But there was a distinct feeling with movies that had you knowing instinctively that it wasnât real. Scary, maybe. But not real. This, very much was.
âYou- pulled me out, I-â Poltergeist started, trying to argue back but between Willâs current appearance, and Claraâs presence - Clara that he liked and didnât want to make mad at him - he couldnât make himself actually argue. Just⌠take a half step back. Escape escape escape- but would he be chased if he ran? Maybe.
âI was-â Another failed attempt at speaking. Anything he tried to come up with, it felt instantly like it wouldnât be enough. Not nearly satisfying enough to please the being in front of him. Paradoxically, the fear in his head made him want to both shrink down to a small, unnoticeable size, but at the same time - become so big and so powerful that he could just shatter everything nearby and make himself safe again. Instead he did nothing but take another half-step back. Preparing to run, to dart the moment it seemed like he wouldnât be chased.
By now, the kids finally made their way to see what was going on. Keeping their distance (though at least one of them wondered if they even had a minimum safe distance at this point) and watching on in concern. Mostly.Â
âWilliamâs gonna fail, Williamâs gonna-ow!â That was Cassidy.Â
âCassidy, shut up!â Charlotte hissed out.
While that had gone on, William grabbed Claraâs arms and tried to free himself. Clara flinched, but otherwise she didnât budge. âLet-â Though at Cassidyâs words, his attention shifted to the brat. A collective âeep!â came from the kids near her, them shrinking away.Â
The momentary distraction aside, William went back to trying to free himself for a few moments longer. Clara still didnât budge, and perhaps that was enough for him to finally slow down and stop. That, or the hug itself. Either way, he stopped struggling and took a shaky breath in, and out. The metal-and-corpse structure stopped, even receded slightly. Though not at the same pace as when it grew.Â
âItâs alright, dear. Everythingâs alright.â Clara adjusted herself so she could see Poltergeist and motioned with her head for him to leave. He had to be terrified to the very soul, and if he wasnât, sheâd be very surprised. Besides, she was sure this might take a while - and that was assuming that William didnât eventually push her away to deal with this part on his own. Not when he couldnât be left alone.
tricksteroffateâ:
Heâd never seen Willâs other shape. Whatever it was he happened to look like when he was too agitated to remember he was human, and not⌠whatever it was that the man currently looked like. It made a small curious part of Poltergeist wonder what had happened that this was what Will looked like when he was losing control (what he looked like when he died?) but the rest of him was more caught up in the fact that he was this angry.
He was mad enough to look different. That meant something. Will had never been this agitated in his presence before.
With only a single word from Clara being the extent of the conversation before all three of them were pulled back to Purgatory, Poltergeist stumbled, still feeling quite small as he was released - well, more pushed, but either way. Not gently, but not enough to cause any damage beyond another spike of mixed fear-and-guilt at it happening.
âYes sirâŚâ Came a quick, quiet reply - then, a memory of police that sparked a flare of anger, quickly shoved down and away, overpowered by the fear and guilt of being both found out and dragged back. âIâm sorry.â He wasnât, couldnât bring himself to be sorry about the action itself, just that he hadnât been cautious enough for them to leave him be. That heâd somehow caught their attention enough to have them both come after him. Beneath the nervousness and fear, of course.
For a moment, it looked like he was going to say something - opening his mouth and taking a breath- before seeming to think otherwise. Closing his mouth, and staying silent. Staying quiet and hoping this would all blow over soon.
âAre you?â Whoever Poltergeist was trying to fool, they mightâve believed him. Clara mightâve believed him, for all William knew. But not him. He knew that until Poltergeist saw who it was that pulled him out, the younger ghost was upset. Angry at him for daring to ruin his fun. He knew Poltergeist likely enjoyed the power, the control he felt, being able to puppet someone else. He probably liked being an actual, living and breathing human again. Practicing on who knew how many people.
No, Poltergeist couldnât fool him at all, and pity the fool for thinking about trying.
âNo, I donât think you are.â He took a step forward, but held back from truly towering over him again by Clara. While William couldnât see it, she gave a very worried look. One that showed her internal questioning of where this was going, and if she needed to stop him. âYouâre sorry you got caught. That you couldnât hide. Not for the new ways of harm thatâs open to you.â
The parts of him thatâd been corpse-and/or-metal, âsmallâ as those areas had been, now grew. Spreading along his body. He didnât notice, didnât care. Just smiled, showing his teeth. Like a predator that closed in on their prey. âItâs freeing, isnât it.â But whatever else he had to say, Clara stopped it by yanking him back to her. Momentarily catching him off balance. He let out a startled yelp.Â
âWilliam, stop!â She hugged him - however best she could, among the metal - as tight as she could. âYouâll hurt him and yourself!â
( @tricksteroffate //Caught red-handed )
William sneered, but otherwise hadnât immediately answered. He couldnât, both because he was processing Poltergeistâs response and thinking of his own response. Struggling against the temptation to revel in Poltergeistâs fear.
Clara mustâve sensed it, too, cause he felt her tighten her grip around his arm. Heard her soft âWill...â He grumbled, but didnât do much else.
Why had he come? What currently remained of his rational mind wasnât sure he could answer that. Anger and rage came so naturally to him, made him irrational in ways he didnât realize. Perhaps he cared more for the younger ghost than he thought. Perhaps he related more to him than he realized.Â
Perhaps he wanted to stop him from making his same mistakes, the way no one else could when he was alive.
Unable to do much in his current state - not without regrets, anyways - William instead dragged Poltergeist home and pushed him away once they arrived. Rough, yet held back on some level. Like he was thinking - however brief - of tossing Poltergeist instead.
âDonât do that again.â

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