Based on the Seven Deadly Sins, AU of Jake Ryan Southgate, and is either an aftermath or standalone AU of a separate shot of mine ("Say Goodbye to the Shadows"), William Afton - do the math. ;)

Triggers are included once again, such as a strip search part of police procedure, combined with dehumanization. Feel free to avoid it if you need to.

Chapter Three

Wild and Sacred Burning of William Afton

"Has the jury reached a verdict?"

He wanted to close his eyes, but his body worked against him. It only knew how to keep him poised as a statue. He refused to look at the ones behind him; he'd done that enough. The traitors, the fools, the ones who thought they were above what he made them into...

Michael, the ungrateful brat who he wished he'd left behind. Who was the reason he stayed with his mother, Clara. The one he blamed the most for some of the troubles if not all. The one who he took his anger out on when it suited him because he tied him to a family he hadn't wanted...until the next arrived. And who was now with that little bitch who took everything from William, the daughter of those meddling reporters. His waste of seed, whom he at the last moment thought he could convert to his side, and they could carry on an unbroken legacy with Fazbear's if only Michael could start doing better - Michael showed not an ounce of fear, except in those eyes of his, along with a hard glare.

Clara, whom he did have an attraction for but never counted on more with, after a one-night stand that resulted in a shotgun wedding to avoid disgrace in society at the time - especially with the threat of being disowned by his parents, who had wanted him to get a family to keep the line in Afton Family Circus going - and she'd left everything she knew behind for a life of traveling on the road for some time before they settled for the suburban life, right after the birth of their second child. His now ex-wife wouldn't even look at him. She'd thought they could still make everything work, loved their children to the point she would die for them, and hated herself for not seeing his true colors until it was too late; by then, she couldn't get out without a reason. He did everything he could to keep everyone together, even with the birth of sweet Elizabeth.

Evan, whom he considered a blessing unlike the unplanned Michael, was in no shape or form like his brother who lacked interest in anything related to the family, no matter what William tried to him. And whom he intended to gift the family heirloom - his grandfather's puppet, which he never failed to present memorable stories with - to, not Michael, only to lose the chance the very same night when it vanished...and everything crashed.

Why would no one understand this was for everyone's benefit, unlike their lives before? He thrived in everything he'd accomplished, and would never apologize for stepping on stones to get to where he would have gone if not for...?

And, of course, the true bane of his existence: Henry. With whom he never would have gotten far if he had not discovered his inventions at the convention. Henry who would still be a nobody without William. Who would have gone down easily once William found a way to no longer need him.

And whose daughter dared to get out of the motel, who could have stayed out of my way that night...

And is the reason I've lost everything. Damn you, Charlie. Damn you, Henry. Damn you, Clara. Damn you, Michael.

Damn you, Kaleia Lyons.

"On the charge of second-degree murder, we find the defendant, William Afton...guilty."

~o~

"Alright, Afton. Strip and dip."

He growled through his teeth. And he'd been there once before, so he expected it, but would not enjoy it as he didn't last time. William held his head high with what dignity he had left and did as the insolent guard ordered, that baton threateningly beneath the fool's hand.

William turned his back and set about shrugging off his purple suit jacket, leaving behind his crisp white shirt and tie hued in purple-and-lavender plaid. "Psh, sick colors for a sicko," the guard sneered, but William ignored him and kept on. These are my colors; I've always prided myself on them. Now I'm losing them. Angrily, he loosened his tie and threw that onto the table with his jacket, then sat down to work on his socks and shoes next, all the while listening to the buffoon he wished he could stab in the eyes without remorse.

"I don't know why someone like you would work in family entertainment. Or why you have kids to begin with. Big ego like yours never seems to think enough is enough. Maybe just wanted to compensate for what you lack. Hell, I don't have kids of my own, but my sister does; I would have killed to have that happiness because it means you're rich if not in a money sense."

"What are you getting at?" William snarled, standing up and working on his belt, shoving down his trousers and underwear, stepping out in tune with the next words.

"Means guys like you are a menace. Killing your partner's daughter with your negligence is low, just like hitting your own son while favoring the other, and getting all the pats on the back for what others do. Oh, and Mr. Emily being the inventor and artist, the real hard worker and family man, while you are the puppeteer?"

William loathed the implication: I pulled the strings of the business just like I did with the puppet I wanted to give Evan.

He stood fully naked, not bothering to cover up his groin like the first time of his arrest, when they did the extensive search to make sure he had nothing else on him, in unexpected places. "Your kind already inspected me when I was brought in."

"Too bad. Turn your ass around."

He complied, hands to the wall, and there went the horrendous probing of gloved fingers examing him from the inside of his mouth and then onward down, but not before he held his breath and endured his pubic hairs being manhandled along with his sensitive length. Damn freak wasn't going to find anything near or in between his masculine jewels, though William suspected this search was meant to further tarnish him. He had no rights here. He had no say because he'd irresponsibly killed his old friend's daughter and his son's friend.

His body jerked in response to the tug of his manhood. No, he did NOT enjoy it, except his natural system betrayed him. But...he'd take that over the technically painful intrusion in the other side, which was last time.

The guard "inspecting" him dehumanized him once again by calling him, for his amusement, the isolating word for a man who loved someone of his sex. Then he ceased, leaving William with a mortifying erection that wouldn't go down in time, and would be seen by other guards and fellow prisoners looking for some. The dread froze his spinal nerves and ceased all other functions.

"Had enough fun of my own, but there's next time if I get lucky. If not, I'll hear from a buddy I know is into this." The familiar putrid orange was then thrown into his face and hit the ground. "There's your new getup, Afton."

~o~

He was going to serve fifteen years for manslaughter because it wasn't premeditated. He could be eligible for parole, but there was no telling. Even if he did, nothing would be the same for him.

There were a few loud voices out there among the protesters the day of his sentencing who bayed for his life, some calling for his burning as though he were a witch in the olden days, and other things. William avoided looking at them, glaring occasionally into a camera as his mug was taken as if it wasn't already in the justice system's records. They said he was reckless, endangered a young girl's life, and perhaps if he'd let the family in, it never would have happened. They said he was so obsessed with more, driven by his greedy ego, and had no substance behind the scenes. He seethed in rage.

They were saying HE lacked what mattered most: love.

Love was for fools...except for Evan. And Elizabeth, even if she was left with Clara for the majority. He would admit that, at least, but it didn't mean he didn't have that in his heart.

The Seven Deadly Sins he'd committed, they said, too:

His rage knew no bounds, and he unleashed it onto Michael far too many times, and then Henry that one time which Charlotte, little bitch, walked in to witness.

Maybe greed and lust went hand-in-hand in this case for obvious reasons, sans anything remotely sexual.

Oh, William Afton would never regret his pride, because it got him far in life - until now.

Dare he say he envied Henry for a lot of things, to the point he willfully did everything he could to keep his more timid partner out of the spotlight, aside from their opposite personalities alone? Henry had the closeness with his only child, was always there when William wasn't, and had been the genius behind the animatronics while William was a mere puppeteer and the brains behind the franchise itself.

Damn it, how was he gluttonous and a sloth? Well, his "excessive drinking" could come to mind, and what got him behind bars.

Would he regret anything? Only Charlie, the way her light went out. I don't think I ever wanted her to die, as much as I loathed her.

The Lyons girl who was now with his disgraceful son? If only he could wring her pretty little neck for exposing him. Just like her parents. Her and Michael's foolish friends.

~o~

As the years went by, everyone and everything thrived without William Afton. While in prison, he seethed with rage at how Fazbear Entertainment halted its locations exactly where they were. How - how DARE Fazakas do this to him, change his mind because of what happened?!

"Look, William, I wish I could help you out here after the years we've done the good route, but imagine how that would make me and the franchise look."

And it showed how easily so-called "friends" could easily turn on you - in the worlds of politics, religion, and now the business of every field. After everything they'd done together! Everything William spilled his sweat into, every decision he'd made...

"How...DARE you?!" William raged on the other side of the table during that only visit. "After everything I've done -"

"After the stunt you pulled with Miss Emily, your irresponsibility makes everything look as some are saying. I admit when I'm wrong sometimes, but I also wish I'd given Mr. Emily more thought," Tony said coldly, which turned to regret immediately. "His creations are tremendously ground-breaking, but there comes a time when you bite more than you can chew. We keep going with the Arizona location but halt further plans for the time being. Henry is now going to have full control in your stead, but with a team board to go along with the finances and resources."

William snarled. He was being replaced by a bunch of nobodies! "Henry is nothing without me. He'd still be making children's toys if I hadn't discovered him. I'm the reason he got to where he is."

Tony snorted, putting out his cigar on the ashtray. "You mean YOU'RE the reason you got to where you are, without his machinery? The way I see it, you'd just be a simple actor and nothing else to show for it. You wouldn't have gotten the enterprise line if I hadn't approached you, either." His mustached mouth curled into a sneer. "You should look at yourself in the mirror when you repeat those words to yourself, Willy."

How - how dare -!

"Nothing to say, I see. Well, then, that concludes our longtime business. Enjoy rotting away for the next fifteen years, and assuming you're out of here by then, go crawl into a hole somewhere."

And there went his last hope. William watched hopelessly and furiously as Tony Fazakas exited his life forever - nonononono! - and lost himself in his own head as he was forced out of the chair and back towards his cell.

~o~

As he would learn from the mocking visits to follow, Henry sarcastically called him "old friend" just to update him with this: a high school scholarship was made in his late daughter's name, and a celebration at the Hurricane and Phoenix locations to follow every time it was given to a worthy student. That, and Fazbear's was doing so well that it didn't look like it would tank anytime soon.

He would no longer be a part of the Fazbear family, never have any influence, and never allowed anywhere near his old partner as well as his family who was taken from him.

Clara and Henry got together, which also made William explode and lurch forward, even though he was chained in place. That resulted in William being taken out and back to his cell until the next visit, which was Henry alone this time.

"You done acting like the child you are?"

"You're one to talk," William spat, folding his arms across his chest, the chains rattling.

Henry's glare never ceased. "You took my little girl from me. You got yourself good and drunk that night. Michael was right that you needed every excuse there was."

"Because after all the hard work, the staff -"

He was interrupted loudly and without a breath. "Don't give me that shit, William! You just used her age to keep us out, when no one else would have cared, and I, her parent, would take the responsibility while everyone else knew to also keep the booze at a reasonable level. You just had to let Jeremy go first when it was Charlie's birthday, too. You even had the nerve to say it was your dream like you always have! Take the credit for me busting my ass while you kissed Fazaka's ass, expecting everyone else to do the same to you! And if you'd let us all in that day, she...Charlie...she'd still be here! If I hadn't fallen asleep, too, she'd still be alive. We're both to blame, but it goes back to you! Just like the start of Fazbear's was your fault, because nothing's ever enough for you! Remember when I asked you if we had everything we needed with Fredbear's?"

"Haven't we already got a good thing going, Will?"

William narrowed his eyes. "We're not going through this again."

"...if you weren't chained down, and if we weren't surrounded, I'd punch out all your teeth, not bitch slap you like you did in your office at Christmas."

"I'd like to see you try." William smirked at one corner of his mouth. See you wind up in here with me so I can wring your neck.

"You're not worth it except in my fantasies as well as Michael's." Henry then stood up, turning his back on him and his head halfway. "Just like you're no longer worth anyone's time. But expect the kids in the future when they're ready; this is the last time you'll see me, old friend."

~o~

Elizabeth was going to grow up never seeing him, he was told. That one was the worst feeling for him. He hadn't spent much time with her to show her anything, yet at the same time, perhaps...

Evan refused to see or speak to him after just that one first and only visit, infuriating him after everything he'd done for that boy. But he had plans to get into the psychology field because what his father had done prompted him to be an inspiration for helping anyone with an abusive family or loved one. Bah!

"So, Dad, I did wanna ask you something: what are me and Michael's favorite ice creams?"

William had never been asked that before and tried so hard to wrack his brain, but it was too long. "Thought so," Evan said, disappointed. "Uncle Henry, Mike, and Kaleia were all right about you. You only care about yourself."

"No, son -"

"Don't, Dad. I wondered if you really cared about me, or if it was just part of your show like everything else was. Just as long as you were benefited. Like you didn't ever show up for my birthday after Charlie's disappearance - her death now, thanks to you; you killed my best friend! - except on the day of. Mike knew what kind of guy you were, but I thought he was just jealous; guess he never exaggerated. Just so you know, if I ever find the right person and have a family, you're never going to be a part of it. Uncle Henry was more of a dad than you ever were to us."

Evan then stood up and hurried out, leaving him to keep shouting his name, pleading for him, the last connection he never would have traded for anything, to come back. But he was alone...until the next time, the last one he expected.

~o~

Michael and Kaleia visited then, with the news they were successful - himself an artist part of bringing canvases and portraits to life, as well as anything for the home, herself being a nurse - and married as well as expecting their first child. Her wearing Clara's old wedding ring as a special hand-me-down? "The insult," William hissed at her. She sniffed back at him, unfazed.

"Kiss our asses goodbye then, Willy." Kaleia then stood up, sticking her rear end out, and slapping both sides herself rather than one. William grimaced in disgust.

"How does it feel knowing YOU are responsible for what happened to Charlie, not me, William?" Michael sneered. "You alone, not me or anyone else. Because of your wastedness that night, Henry lost his daughter, and Evan, Kaleia, and I lost our best friend. If it hadn't been for my wife's and my friends' quick thinking, we never would have found out the truth."

His waste of seed turning his words back onto him - "I never meant to do it, Michael."

The young man scoffed. "Of course, like you never meant to break my arm, give me shiners, among other things." After everything I did to give you, Evan, and Elizabeth a stable home! "Like you never meant to pretend to be the brains behind everything when you only scratched the surface. At least I've learned to be everything you never were to me, and our baby -" He turned halfway to put his hand on his wife's still-flat stomach. "- will never know what you put me through. They'll also have Mom, Uncle Henry, and Kaleia's parents. I'll know their favorite ice cream, their favorite song, color, movie, television show, band - everything you don't know about me, or the rest of Evan's likes and dislikes. You'll just have to live with what you'd think you're entitled to."

Michael then rose and, like Fazakas, Henry, Clara, and Evan before him, turned his back. Kaleia refused to spare him a glance, the little bitch who tore his world down. William cursed her out and let himself be taken away again, still roaring after her.

"YOU STUPID, MEDDLESOME LITTLE BITCH! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

William Afton was killed in prison, before his would-have-been release, by the way. Any scenario you can think of will fit.

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