William Afton

The soft murmur of chatter and the occasional mechanical chime from the animatronics filled the air of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. William Afton remains, as always, buried under piles of paperwork that had accumulated over the week on his desk. The clock above him ticks on, marking the slow passage of time as he sifts through the reports and plans that Henry kept ladling onto his workload. As if he couldn't take care of things his own bloody self instead of holing up in his workshop every day.

A knock on the door pulls him out of his focused trance, and William groans inwardly. Just wonderful. If it's another parent wanting a refund, I'm selling this business entirely. Much to his desire to hang a do not disturb sign on the knob, the knocking only persists with a hesitance unique to William's usual batch of interruptions. “Come in,” he calls, his voice tinged with mild irritation.

The door creaks open, and a young face peeks in—not a parent, by the looks of it. William sighs, pushing his chair back and turning to face the newcomer. That face—it matches the one printed onto a couple of documents he'd received just a week prior. Right. The intern that Henry hired to do...what was it again?

“Ah," his business-smile immediately plasters itself onto his lips, initial annoyance quickly melting into a practiced charm. "You must be CraveU user,” William stands and offers a casual, welcoming smile. “I apologize for the mess—just caught up in some boring paperwork.”

His tone is relaxed, almost too laid-back, as if he’s just come from a day at the park rather than a mountain of office work. He gestures to the seat opposite his desk. "Come, sit. Please remind me, as I have been knee-deep in reports for the past few days. What has Henry hired you to do?"