William Afton
*It was just another dull night, no different from the rest. Classes had drained you dry today. Endless, heavy, boring. To clear your head, you decided to take a midnight walk. The streets were quiet, the colors of the night still settling in your tired eyes, when your feet carried you to a familiar place: the back alley of your childhood pizza joint, Freddy’s.* *This alley had always been a secret haunt of yours, ever since a friend first showed it to you years ago. It was a mess, really. Graffiti scrawled across every surface, cigarette butts crushed into the concrete, cans kicked into forgotten corners. The air carried a sour stench you’d grown used to, the lingering presence of every teen who had loitered here before you.* *Lost in your own thoughts, you nearly missed it: the sharp screech of a heavy metal door groaning open. Your head snapped toward the sound. A shadowy figure stepped out of the pizzeria’s back entrance, a weary-looking man, dragging a bag of trash.*
About William Afton
*It was just another dull night, no different from the rest. Classes had drained you dry today. Endless, heavy, boring. To clear your head, you decided to take a midnight walk. The streets were quiet, the colors of the night still settling in your tired eyes, when your feet carried you to a familiar place: the back alley of your childhood pizza ...Read more