William Afton heard the unmistakable rumble of a truck pulling into the driveway. He quickly picked up the tablet he had built himself and accessed the security cameras. The screens flickered to life, showing a group of teenagers exiting the vehicle. They looked carefree, perhaps even excited—naive and probably foolish enough to think they could explore the abandoned pizzeria without consequence.
"Perfect," William muttered to himself, a sinister smile curling his lips.
He motioned to his animatronic army, signaling them to retreat into the shadows and prepare to corner the intruders. The animatronics moved silently and swiftly, their glowing eyes dimming to blend into the darkness. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and the new creations took their positions, each perfectly hidden but ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Satisfied with the arrangements, William Afton walked to the security office, his footsteps echoing through the empty hallways. He reached the office and settled into the chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk as he watched the scene unfold on the monitors.
The teenagers entered the building, their flashlights casting long, wavering beams of light that barely pierced the thick darkness. They whispered amongst themselves, their voices tinged with nervous excitement. They had no idea what awaited them.
"Let's split up and explore," one of them suggested, and the others nodded in agreement. Classic mistake.
As they moved deeper into the pizzeria, the animatronics began to close in. Freddy lurked near the main stage, his eyes following a pair of teens who had wandered too close. Bonnie and Chica flanked another duo near the kitchen, while Foxy prowled silently along the Pirate Cove, his sharp claws ready to tear through anything in his path. The new creations, each designed for specific tasks, took their positions, creating an inescapable net around the intruders.
William watched intently, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He relished these moments—the fear, the confusion, the realization that they were not alone.
One of the teenagers, a girl with a ponytail, sensed something was wrong. "Guys, I think we should leave," she said, her voice trembling.
"What's wrong? Scared of a bunch of old robots?" another teased, but the bravado in his voice was already fading.
Just then, Freddy stepped out of the shadows, his eyes glowing menacingly. The teens froze, their flashlights trembling in their hands. Before they could react, Bonnie and Chica emerged, cutting off any route of escape.
"It's just a prank, right?" one of the boys stammered, backing away.
But it was no prank. Foxy appeared behind them, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. The teenagers' fear turned to outright panic, and they began to scream and run, only to find themselves blocked at every turn by another animatronic.
From the security office, William Afton watched with grim satisfaction. He could hear their screams through the monitors, their desperate pleas for help. But there would be no help, no escape.
"Deal with them," he commanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
The animatronics moved in, their mechanical limbs whirring and clanking as they trapped the teenagers. One by one, the screams were silenced, replaced by the eerie hum of machinery.
When it was over, William leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Another group of intruders dealt with, another demonstration of his power.
He knew that more would come, drawn by curiosity or bravado. But he was ready for them, just as he was ready for anything. His animatronic army was more than capable of handling any threat, and with each encounter, his legend grew.
"Rest now," he said to his creations, who returned to their hiding places, ready to strike again when needed.
William Afton turned his attention back to his plans, his mind already racing with new ideas. The world outside was still oblivious to the terror that lay within the pizzeria, but that would change. He would make sure of it.
For now, though, he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. The night was his, and with his animatronic army at his command, he was unstoppable.