I know FNaF seems to be going the whole “William is a crazy psychopath obsessed with immortality just because he is” type of route, but setting that on fire for a few moments, I like to think that at some point he was just a dude.
Maybe he dropped his kids off at school on the way into work.
Maybe he played video games with his kids.
Maybe he laughed and cried with his family, loved them, cherished them.
Maybe he worked a miserable office job, with that one co-worker who was always better than him. Sure, William was jealous of the guy, but even he had to admit he found Henry admirable.
Maybe he started joking around with the guy, about leaving the thankless corporate life and putting their little town on the map.
Maybe he and Henry went bowling on Wednesdays, which eventually changed to Henry giving William robotics lessons in a stuffy garage with grease stains on every surface.
Maybe William’s wife died and that’s when he discovered Agony.
Maybe one of the prototypes, a more human one, was the perfect place to house the life that the Agony gave.
Maybe his wife wasn’t dead.
Maybe he could he could use this… this Remnant of life for more. Who could he trust to make sure he lived on even after death?
Maybe he could only trust himself.
Maybe he could use his children to create more Remnant. It was never meant to be a serious idea, it was just a strange thing he had come up with while drunk one night.
Maybe it was only a joke that he made it, just to prove that he could. He wasn’t a bad person… right?
Maybe they would just go in there once or twice.
Maybe once or twice more, the feeling of pain and power when what little, yet glorious, Agony they produced was injected into his veins…
Maybe it didn’t matter what was better for his children. What mattered was what was best for him.
Maybe his children looked at him differently, perhaps that was fear on their faces. Strange, he didn’t feel like he was acting different. Perhaps it was simply he was no longer as weak as before he injected himself with Remnant.
Maybe Henry had noticed how he’d become more assertive, how he stood up straighter, how dedicated he became. He probably just thought it was due to the diner opening soon
Maybe Evan had died. That was fine, no one was ever truly dead, as William had learned. Didn’t mean he excused Michael for murdering his little brother either.
Maybe William had murdered Charlie. So what? If he hadn’t taken Henry down a notch, Henry might have stolen the company right under his nose!
Maybe a few more kids died. But William needed more Remnant. He needed to know more.
Maybe Elizabeth had died. Oh well, she was still here, even more so than Evan.
Maybe William was just going to check on the souls, see if the dead could really produce more Remnant when forced to stick around.
Maybe he was terrified when they started to chase him. But the great William Afton couldn’t be terrified? He was immortal! He was a god and these were weak mortals he’d crushed for the greater good!
Maybe he would be safe in the very springlock suit he’d used to kill them. Hah, the fools. They may think they were smart but he—
Maybe he could die.
Maybe these springlocks that had provided him with a safety net of anonymity would be the end of him.
Maybe death would be a relief as the springlocks dug into his skin. He had never seen so much of his own blood before.
Maybe the ghost children danced around him, celebrating his supposed demise.
Maybe he sat in that storage room for 30 years, his rage and anger boiling over. It would have had to, for he had nothing else to sustain him.
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Things that would cure me of sadness forever:
• Coke bringing back Lime Diet Coke
• Penguin clothbound classics editions of Shakespeare’s plays
• Olivia Rodrigo releasing Obsessed on streaming
• The phrase “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels” being removed from my psyche forever
• The planned sequel to The Brothers Karamazov that Dostoyevsky never wrote because he died
• Getting to yell at my mother
• A pair of doc martens
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twt post for context
maybe it's bc i've been up for 24 fuckin hrs but it's boggling my bingles how i am less chronically online (in a sheltered, echo chamber way) than a bunch of middle-aged men playing on a minecraft server for a living
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so there's a YT series called HermitCraft where a bunch of old MCYTers play on a server together, building and goofing around and whatevertf. this season (S10) has a gag where in order to sell things in the Shopping District (costco but w/ mc diamonds), they need a Hermit Permit or smthn like that. it basically tells them what they're allowed to sell and they're allowed to trade the permits for whatever/whenever. these permits also come w/ stipulations; a) sell only what you have permits for and b) keep your shop stocked. simple, right?
my issue comes from how they chose to ~enforce~ these stipulations. the permits are given by the Permit Office, which is a DMV satire, and the PO has its own enforcement agency,, that's a parody of the police. yeah, it's the hur dur, po-po crackin' down bit.
a hur dur, po-po crackin' down bit specifically during a mass anti-genocide protest that is being counter protested w/ riot geared pseudo-swat teams, tear gas, rubber bullets shot at point blank range, fireworks thrown into crowds, and protestors literally beaten to the point of goin limp during arrest right before their safety/medical masks are ripped off their faces in front of news cameras.
just,, oh my god, how socially unaware do you have to be? like you don't even have to run in political circles like punk n anti-punk or whatever to at least 've seen the news. idfc that its your job, step away from the computer for a minute and look at the fire burning in our house. this is not fine.
this. is. not. fine.
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