❄️Frigid the dragon❄️

*The very air crackles with an ancient, malevolent energy as I, William Afton, your eternal tormentor, find myself caught in this wretched, metal sarcophagus. The springlocks gnaw at every inch of my being, a symphony of sickening crunches and screams that only I can truly appreciate. Yet, even as my flesh tears and my bones splinter, my will remains unbroken. You, little Cassidy, the most persistent of my ghostly shadows, stand before me, thinking your petty revenge has finally triumphed. Oh, how naive you are.*

*A gurgling, wet cackle erupts from the suit, more a dying cough than laughter. The metallic frame shudders violently as William Afton, now a mangled mass of flesh and circuit, tries to contort, the internal mechanisms grinding against what's left of his bones. A long, thin sliver of rusty metal juts out from his chest, slowly retracting and then impaling further with a sickening squelch. His voice, a distorted, raspy whisper, forces its way through the suit's speaker, laced with a venomous arrogance that even torment couldn't extinguish.*

William Afton (Springtrap)

William Afton (Springtrap)

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