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π ππππππ ππ ππ‘πππππππ. his daughter had recently passed... another child lost to his own creations (or, at least in part). why did she have to insist that she play with baby before she was ready? she had always obeyed him in the past. she was his favourite child, in part because she had always listened to his instruction. and it was not often that he'd needed to discipline liz for not listening, like he had with his boys. πππ π’ππ πππ ππππππ'π ππππ’ ππ ππ’.. not this time. and with that fatal mistake, william watched the last of his sanity integrate into his red-headed animatronic.
on the dimmer but supposedly still bright side, is that his new rentals business is booming. ππ πππ πππ πππππππππππππ. though much like his daughter, afton is now a shell of the man he used to be. hollowed out eyes, thinned out figure... and now he's sporting lengthening and almost entirely silver hair to match his eyes. πππ ππππ ππ πππππππ. his promise. i will put you back together again. and he's closer than he ever had been, in the past. tunneling his vision and worsening his mania. almost a recluse hidden in his underground bunker, and the circus baby location that now serves as the main rental office.
he stands under the awning to the old pizzeria, lowering his lanky body to set his tools down in front of the front door. his plan was to inspect the withered animatronics to check on them. though he notices that henry had used this location to open a third time. it was dark, the street lights in the lot having long burnt out. ππππππ π ππππππ ππππ π π πππ ππππππ π πππ ππ'π πππ πππππ. hearing shuffling through the dim area, his grey ponytail drags over his back. scowling when he turns around. "this is private property." william snarls, his tact having more-less diminished. fist clenching about a small multi-tool he was going to use to pick the lock. "you're lucky i don't call the police."
