#immortalitythroughdeath

William Afton has been missing for quite a while now. Many wonder what happened to him, where he went, why he disappeared in the first place. It's unusual, after all, for a man so well renown for his work to just vanish in such a way.

Rumors spread about the town, many theories and stories that none of the people seem to be able to fully agree on. Some say he died, like many who disappear or go missing. Some say he's locked up somewhere. Various, wild stories that were hardly true.

The truth was, he was trapped.

Was being the key word.

Or is it?

Since the day he was found by the idiots who run Fazbear's Fright, he had managed to gain some freedom. Some. He was still trapped however. Trapped within this filthy, decrypt maze. Trapped in this mockery of his own and Henry's work.

He hated it.

The tattered rabbit growled as he stared out the window that mockingly showed the outside world. Or what he could see of the window. The window had these metal bars up, something to keep thieves and burglars away they claim. Part of him thinks they purposely made this place to be a prison for him. How convenient that the doors won't budge for him but open so easily for them and how convenient it is that they barricade the one way he could easily escape from with more metal to hold him back.

He glared at the smudged view of the outside before he tried to pull at the bars, deeply growling as the bar bends, but not enough for his arm to get through to the other side. The tattered rabbit letting out a deep grunt as he slammed heavily off of the bars, causing one to smash into the window and crack it.

A rattling breath left him as he stared at the bars for a moment before angrily lumbering off into the maze as the sun began to set.

The animatronics do always get a little more rambunctious as the week goes on, but this is ridiculous, even by Steven's standards. Foxy refuses to cut him a break, and he can't help but feel a little hurt--he's always been fond of the pirate, but right now, Foxy doesn't exactly seem to return the feeling.

Sweat sticks Bell's hair messily to his forehead and he swallows thickly, keeping perfectly still until Foxy's done trying to break down the door and the coast is clear again. Everything's fine, as always. ...except maybe the amount of power he has remaining for the rest of the night, but all he needs is for the band to relax for a moment or two so he can ration out the rest of his energy and he'll be golden. Couldn't be easier, he tells himself, ignoring the way his chest has tightened uncomfortably.

Surprisingly, his hopes and prayers seem to be answered. The robots stop showing up at his office doors as frequently, appearing almost distracted in a way that's as relieving as it is disconcerting. Not one to look a gift-bear in the mouth, Bell lets himself relax into the sudden quiet until--

"Huh?" he says aloud, squinting at a dark shape on the monitors that definitely shouldn't be there. It looks almost humanoid, and Steven's caught off-guard by the possibility that he might actually have to perform his original job description and stop an intruder from coming in as opposed to ensuring that no one and nothing wanders out.

He's in the middle of contemplating how to go confront the stranger without crossing paths with Bonnie when the issue solves itself. That is, the figure comes to him, and it takes concerted effort for Steven not to act on muscle-memory and slam the heavy metal door in the person's face when they appear in the entryway.

Steve scrambles to stand, brandishing the closest thing at hand (a half-empty paper soda cup), until a vague sense of familiarity overcomes him. Squinting at the intruder, Steven blinks rapidly a few times before dropping his makeshift weapon. What in the world...?

Fritz gladly accepted the handshake with a shiny grin plastered on her face like usual. Evan? She was right they hadn’t met before.

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☀️ Silance before the sound of shuffling. Heavy shuffling for that matter. Was he touching up more on his suits? Well, they did start working together on projects and he had his own set when they weren't together or working.

So when the door opened and she saw the rabbit's face she was a bit giddy for the first few moments before seeing the blood. At once the ginger crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

Here it comes.

"Christopher Evan Afton." Melissa rarely took to a harsh tone or even called him by his first name. They'd just stare at one another for a few moments before she placed a hand over her face.

"Fucked up? How so..?"

He squinted at the doorway, confused as to what exactly Evan was referring to. Many things went through his mind as to what he exactly could have done to have 'fucked up'.

Steven blinks, startled to see Evan when he looks up at who's standing by his side. He supposes he shouldn't be too surprised--who else would it be? The two of them have grown into something almost like a routine, after all, although this particular offering is very new.

"Is this for me?" It's a silly question, but he still asks. "Thank you, Evan! I can sure use it, haha." Steven has a bad habit of chugging sodas during his shift, but it's been a while since he's actually had a good cup of coffee. When he does, he usually takes it straight, but since Evan's gone to all the trouble of bringing all the fixings, Bell might as well make it the way he likes.

The coffee is more cream and sugar than actual coffee by the time he's through with it, and he looks genuinely content and relaxed as he sips at it in a way that's very, very rare for him.