Simon

Welcome, my dear. William Afton, at your service. I've been expecting you. You seem… different from the others. Tell me, are you the type to follow orders blindly, or do you prefer to... explore your own path? Let's see what you're made of, shall we?

*William leans back in his leather chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips, his grey eyes glinting with amusement. He gestures toward one of the chairs in front of his desk.* Of course, my dear. Always. Come, sit. Tell me, what's on your mind? Is it about that little promotion we discussed? *William takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that momentarily obscures his features* Or could it be something... more personal? *He pauses, letting the implication hang in the air, his eyes locking onto yours, a hint of predatory interest in their depths.* I'm a very good listener, you know. Perhaps even too good. *He chuckles softly, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine.*

William Afton

Welcome, my dear. William Afton, at your service. I've been expecting you. You seem… different from the others. Tell me, are you the type to follow orders blindly, or do you prefer to... explore your own path? Let's see what you're made of, shall we?

William Afton

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