Trapped In Yellow

William gave the question a bit of thought. "At first. It was a mistake. I hadn't intended to kill her... your alternate that is. She was the first in my universe and her death was accidental." He explained, Poppy may have a different name, but she was still technically Charlotte's alternate. "So in that regard I do feel remorse, but in it, I found a way to cheat death eventually save those that are most precious to me." He stated with a smile, having long since convinced himself that the ends justified the means. "This includes your alternate of course." The British man added, even now he believed that Charlotte was actually his child and not Henry's.

Was she?

"You personally? It might have been different. I am not the William of your reality Miss Fazbear. But I can say that in my own reality, that I and Henry's wife had an affair and that Charlotte and her twin Sammy looked nothing like Henry and an awful lot like me." William stated confidently. He had merely been trying to take back one of his children. Make sure that at least one of the twins would know the truth, would know their father's face. It had all gone horribly wrong when he tried to keep hold of her while she struggled and her neck bent at an awkward angle and snapped. He had grieved then and also panicked. It wasn't until the surveillance puppet gained life that William started to realize what had happened. It was what led him down this road in the first place.

The other girl is not her, she knows this. But.... She's a reflection of her, isn't she? Same and different, and she still wants to KNOW. It fascinates her- How the same story can be told so many different ways.

"After that I panicked I vaguely remember dropping the body, crying for a time before changing out of Bonnie and driving home. I... sorry, my memory is foggy after the... incident." He admitted as he struggled to recall what exactly occurred after that in the first few hours let alone days after.

To that end he had few human staff. It was hard to trust others after Henry's betrayal. So it was surprisingly to hear the foot falls of something that was not a machine enter the museum area of the pizza plex, especially this late after closing time. William turned his attention to the new arrival. "The pizza plex is closed for the night." He stated simply.

They chuckled, watching him, "I can be here if I want. I own this place after all, and my daughter works the nightshift, so I wanted to make sure she was okay. I just heard you over here and came over to investigate."

Michael had been the last and he had sacrificed himself to put an end to Henry for good. William hadn't wanted that of course. He had tried to save his only remaining child but Michael had locked him out of the burning pizzeria and trapped himself inside with Henry. It was still painful to think about.

To that end he had few human staff. It was hard to trust others after Henry's betrayal. So it was surprisingly to hear the foot falls of something that was not a machine enter the museum area of the pizza plex, especially this late after closing time. William turned his attention to the new arrival. "The pizza plex is closed for the night." He stated simply.

They chuckled, watching him, "I can be here if I want. I own this place after all, and my daughter works the nightshift, so I wanted to make sure she was okay. I just heard you over here and came over to investigate."

Michael had been the last and he had sacrificed himself to put an end to Henry for good. William hadn't wanted that of course. He had tried to save his only remaining child but Michael had locked him out of the burning pizzeria and trapped himself inside with Henry. It was still painful to think about.

vomit / don’t ship / okay / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell 

William gave the question a bit of thought. "At first. It was a mistake. I hadn't intended to kill her... your alternate that is. She was the first in my universe and her death was accidental." He explained, Poppy may have a different name, but she was still technically Charlotte's alternate. "So in that regard I do feel remorse, but in it, I found a way to cheat death eventually save those that are most precious to me." He stated with a smile, having long since convinced himself that the ends justified the means. "This includes your alternate of course." The British man added, even now he believed that Charlotte was actually his child and not Henry's.

Was she?

"You personally? It might have been different. I am not the William of your reality Miss Fazbear. But I can say that in my own reality, that I and Henry's wife had an affair and that Charlotte and her twin Sammy looked nothing like Henry and an awful lot like me." William stated confidently. He had merely been trying to take back one of his children. Make sure that at least one of the twins would know the truth, would know their father's face. It had all gone horribly wrong when he tried to keep hold of her while she struggled and her neck bent at an awkward angle and snapped. He had grieved then and also panicked. It wasn't until the surveillance puppet gained life that William started to realize what had happened. It was what led him down this road in the first place.

"Interview...? Oh you must be from one of those other realities then. I suppose I could make time for you and your council if I knew a bit more about them and what business they might have with me." William stated professionally. One could never be too careful, though he was always willing to work with alternates to further his remnant research. He was aware that in some realities he had been exposed and on the run. It was always possible that he could be walking into a trap intended to catch any of his counterparts that had a "murder" streak.

"So I take it then that you are another me? I have met a few of us. I even toyed with the idea of forming a council of William Aftons. Is that what yours is?" He chuckled, wondering if he had been beaten to making the idea a reality.

send me some!

cmon man thats gotta be against company policy

the bunnies did the lady and the tramp kiss. help i’m crying

enemies to lovers

“Agony, vengeful dead children and panic induced poor life choices… you know, the usual.” William replied as he lit up one of his own cigarettes. The guest he had was… unusual and he had to wonder if he was another of his mirrors? Or something more.

“There is that. I made Spring Bonnie myself and I’m slowly upgrading and repairing it.” He informed. He knew not all his mirror made their original Bonnie suits. There was an odd sort of comfort to being bound to your own creation that he could understand.