(AN: Ooohooohoo, ya know how I mentioned that this story was mostly okay with a bit of body horror/abuse/obviously child death only shown in a few chapters? Yes, this will be one of those chapters. This will mostly be gore/death/body horror and just generally gross stuff that would be expected from FNaF. This chapter is important, but skippable, and I did try to make it mostly readable, but if you are uncomfortable with topics like gr00ming and g0re, no one will be upset or blame you for skipping to the next chapter.
Other than that, enjoy a slice of raw offal pie and enjoy the deeper/darker parts of this story's plot.)
(Second author's note: I feel disgusting just editing this chapter. I promise that this is the only chapter like this and that the next chapter is much more readable. On future re-reads, I'll probably also skip this. TLDR; Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.)
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Well now, someone's rather feisty. William stood in his work clothes in the early morning light. Henry wouldn't be here for another two or three hours. He had time.
Freddy lay on the work table, rotting.
William shoved the remains of a child back into the walking tomb. This was fine. He schlepped the offal back into the cavity lovingly shooing flies as they fucked on its guts, laying eggs that would hatch into such dreadful creatures like maggots and worms that continued the circle of life. He welcomed them, but for now they were in the way.
And wasn't that the greatest honor?
For you to be the host to a circle of life? To create, destroy, and nurture things living in you, your death a sacrifice to their lives, all three thousand miniscule and useless beings?
William dug around in the messy bits, looking for displaced hydraulics.
Henry didn't know William could do this. No, not at all. Henry was the mechanic, the engineer. And Henry didn't want to know his best friend was capable of this. Besides, Henry wanted all the glory and joy of creation to himself.
William smiled. "Where does it hurt, sweetie?"
He carefully placed his hand around a springlock, and pulled it back with a loud, sloppy, "squish!" and a snap, like an air hammer.
He'd replaced hydraulics before.
It was far easier than Henry led people to believe.
William had once upon a time, replaced the golden bear's jaw hydraulics with stronger ones to see what would happen.
It resulted in blood and his youngest son's death. How...
….unfortunate.
William could tell it was rotting, but wasn't sure how far along she was. His smell had never been his expertise.
His sense of smell was like a dull knife.
Painfully useless.
As William serendipitously squished around the corpse, rational thought telling him to hurry and clean up, more primal thought telling him to go up to his elbows in the wet filth, imagining what Dollface would feel like.
She had to be doing all this for him, even before she started wearing that tiny dress on performances.
The memory of her tight little ass in even tighter jeans was enough to let out a moan and fall further into Freddy. She had to be putting on more of a show, just for him, and he hoped he could return the favor soon. She had so many favors owed to him, and he already had what he wanted from her in mind.
The addition of large, faux-permed hair and blue leather garters stolen from her sister's wardrobe was proof enough.
Barely able to contain his excitement, William let out a deeper moan, becoming weaker at just the thought.
With a grunt, he forced himself to remove his arms from Freddy, remembering what he learned last time with Benji.
Benji, tall, slim Benji who he'd spoiled too early. William still had eyes for Benji, especially since he was in a dog animatronic dubbed 'Sparky' back in California. He even had a piece of Benji that he kept with him at all times, the knuckle of his ring finger.
William kept his love in a little leather pouch in his left hip pocket at all times, just to remember his lovely prize.
Benji was a seventeen year old dishwasher on weekends, but a guitar playing virtuoso by night, meaning that the knuckle was the perfect gift.
William wondered what gift Dollface would give him.
She was amazing with words and her voice was excellent.
William wiped what he could off himself with a dirty washrag, eyes staring longingly at Freddy's opened torso.
He couldn't wait, but he must.
As he closed up the animatronic and adjusted hydraulics, William deliberated what he could get from Dollface in return for stardom.
Knuckles were good, considering her gift with bass, but that wasn't original enough, and hair was messy. Teeth, maybe? He could always make a bracelet out of them to remember her even on business trips.
He snapped all the pieces back together, shivering whenever a squishy mass squirted.
He sighed sadly when the fun was over, a curious smile on his face.
The tongue would do nicely.
William tenderly stitched the fursuit, hands still dribbling sticky fluids.
"Mr. Afton?"
William turned on his heels, wiping his hands on a shop towel, sticky black goo dripping like juice from a ripe tomato.
"Maggie!" He smiled brightly, excited to see the young lady. "What are you doing here so early?"
He'd been meaning to get rid of the little brat anyways, and now that the opportunity had arisen...
Maggie stood in the doorway, looking like a faun in the headlights of a very large truck by the name of William Afton. She stared at him, for once at a total loss for words, no insults or rude comments left as her knees knocked together at the sight of William's beautiful, wonderful creation.
"I-I was told t-to come early a-and check the offices for s-something s-sir..." He advanced forward. William could hear her audibly gulping as she tried to hold breakfast down in the cold ball of her stomach.
"You did a good job on all the costumes we needed for the girls." William could see Maggie shaking. He didn't really need her anymore, now that he thought of it. Besides, no one likes a rat. Especially one that stank and didn't keep her mouth shut as she ran around being a little slut from the ghettos around his sons. His sons were perfect now, and soon Maggie would be too. But in a different way. William batted away a few flies, side effects of his art.
"T-thank you, s-s-sir." She was paralized.
He smiled wider. "Don't be scared. It will only hurt for just a second, dear."