Clara Afton was sweet and kind before she became pregnant, but she was a nightmare while pregnant. William grew restless and irritable while waiting for his child. He was relieved, to say the least, when his son, Michael, was born in October of 1970.

However, during her pregnancy, they managed to construct the first prototypes for Fredbear and Bonnie. They were perfect. For the moment, anyway. Everyday was a step closer to the manifestation of his ambitions.

After Michael was born, William bought a small tarp and constructed a small makeshift circus-like attraction on the outskirts of New Harmony with the old worn tarp and a small rugged stage in the center. It was just a roadside attraction to earn some money for expansion. He only called the show "Fredbear and Bonnie." It was short and simple. It would not last long before William had earned enough money for expansion.

It was working. The crowds to his show grew and money started to flow in. Early in the year 1973, he bought out an old run down diner that had been closed since he moved to New Harmony. It was a mess, but with enough effort and care, he would turn it into a family establishment. Once he had it in working order, with the help of his father-in-law and a few new hires, he named it, "Fredbear's Family Diner."

Finally, his dream had been made manifest. He was content with what he had and the small crowds that the show drew in. His father-in-law donned the Fredbear mascot costume, for the time being, and William himself portrayed his own creation, Bonnie the Bunny. He enjoyed seeing the faces of the children light up when they saw him. He did not know how many children the show impacted, but he just enjoyed seeing the smiles that he and Fredbear would bring. William and Clara were content with what they had already. They were happy with their lives. With the capital that they had accumulated, William and Clara bought a small house in Hurricane, Utah. Life was grand.

As the Vietnam War came to a close in 1975, William's heart broke to see more and more children who had lost their older brothers to the war. Some were too young to even know where their brothers went. More and more sad and depressed faces graced the threshold of the diner, and William would focus on entertaining them and attempting to make them smile. For most, he was able to make laugh in their time of trouble. Others were too distraught to care.

That year, after nine months of agony for both Clara and William, their second oldest was born, Evan. Evan Afton. William tried not to play favorites. He tried to love both of his sons equally, but he could not help but favor Evan. Possibly, it was because he reminded William of himself.

The business continued to thrive until 1977, when another restaurant opened across the street from the diner called "Chica's Party World." William could see through the windows of the building other performing mascot characters, but something was different. They were clearly not costumes like his characters. No, they were something different. Curiosity filled his mind. He had to find out why families were beginning to chose this new restaurant instead of his.

Children ran by him when he entered into this new restaurant with a handful of tickets. He wondered what the tickets were even for. Nevertheless, he continued on until he reached the main party room. There were two individual staged on either wall from the left and right of him. On the left stage, he saw a purple hippo. It moved, but there were no employees operating it. William was perplexed, to say the least. At least until he saw the metal bars inside the mouth and a battery behind it to give it power.

It was operating on its own! No external help was needed. No performer was required. Yet, despite that, it moved as if it were alive!

The hippo began speaking. It began with a simple story, then apparently got distracted and began talking about something completely different. William rolled his eyes and moved on.

On the right stage stood an orange elephant with a top hat. It was more targeted for the smaller children. There was a balcony in front of it and its role was that of a magician. It would perform "tricks" to amuse the smaller kids. There were no parents around that stage, so William assumed that they used this elephant magician as some sort of a daycare for their youngest.

On the back wall, William saw what he could only assume to be the main stage. He saw in the audience children of all ages stare at these robotic mascots in awe. There was a banjo playing pink pig, a yellow chicken with a cupcake and a bib which was the headliner for the restaurant, an obnoxious green frog, and brown bear with a red hat and tie.

A bear? Why? Why not a horse instead? William was skeptical that this mascot was original. He had suspicions that they stole his mascot and rebranded it, but he could not be sure. That is until he heard one of the other mascots turn and call it by name; "Nedd Bear."

That sounds a lot like "Fredbear," does it not? William thought. His anger boiled within him. He turned and began to walk out when he bumped into a young man with a beard.

"Sorry, sir," William grumbled. The man was carrying a toddler—a girl with long brown hair. William smiled and waved at her. She then proceeded to lean closer to who William perceived to be her father.

"She don't like strangers," the man laughed. "Her name's Charlotte. We call her Charlie."

"I have a little boy around her age," William said. "I have to get back to them."

"You think he'd like this?"

William sped up, then grumbled, "No doubt." Then, he stopped and turned back toward the man. "Did you...make them?"

"I did. I'm proud of them. My best work."

William swallowed. "Are you, now?" There was a pause. "What's your name?"

"Henry. You?"

"William. Henry, huh? I'll remember that name."

"I hope to see you again!" Henry said. William took a deep breath, annoyed with his kind and upbeat attitude, then left the restaurant.

How dare he act friendly after he stole William's idea? Was it an insult? No matter, it was to William. To him, Henry stole his idea and characters. However, in reality, Henry was inspired by William's work when he was hired on by the owners of this new franchise. He was paid well; more than what William had ever earned with his restaurant. Nevertheless, William did admire Henry, though he would sooner die than admit it. He admired his work and wish he could do what Henry did. However, he hated the man and outwardly admitted it. He was jealous of the man, but he could only focus on his own restaurant.

Later on that year, Clara gave birth to their third and final child, Elizabeth. William's family was content and he remained happy for their sake. However, his hatred and jealousy for Henry had only grown. It certainly would not diminish anytime soon.