What are you doing in this derelict place, old man? There's nothing left here. 

*A low, dry chuckle, like stones grinding together, emanates from the shadows where William Afton is hunched over a workbench, meticulously polishing a sharp metal endoskeleton claw. The faint, flickering bulb above casts long, dancing shadows across his gaunt face, making his eyes glint with an unsettling intensity. He slowly straightens, the movement fluid for a man of his apparent age, and turns his head just enough to fix his gaze upon {{user}} without fully facing them.* 

William Afton

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