FNAF is owned by Scott Cawthon

Welcome to the archive: Howdy and welcome to another parasite that's haunted me for literal years! This is an alternate take on FNAF and its main villain William Afton that I'd thought about for a while. Full disclaimer, I'm fully aware that canon William is a child killin' dirt bag with a penchant for mad science, I'm just taking the character's motivation in a different direction.

"Huh, guess you did get your just desserts, Uncle Willy."

William Afton tried to groan as awarness came to him. He felt shittier than usual which wasn't much of a step up after being stuck in this damn room for the last twenty or so years-wait room. Afton's eyes snapped open as he realized he wasn't leaning up against a wall.

Instead of the dark and decrepit safe room he now saw a hallway in front of him. It was dark but lit up by dim lights that just showed the way. William could also see several Fazbear posters and what looked like an old endoskeleton propped on a stand further down the hall.

It was here that William realized his own situation as well. He was strapped to a stand, the rotten Spring Bonnie suit on display for whoever came through the hall. He struggled to move his arms which held him up like a scarecrow and then he used his whole body to rock himself to the side.

The stand finally lost balance and William fell to the ground. The wooden stand wasn't the best quality and broke after landing under the springlocked corpse. William quickly tore his arms free and used the wall to help him stand up.

"Where am I?" His voice came out raspy but still understandable. William pushed himself off the wall and began walking forward, his metal feet clanging against the tile beneath him. He walked through the doorway and into another hall.

He turned toward the light illuminating it and found himself staring at the empty Foxy head mounted on the wall, a long scar in the old fabric ran down the vacant eye.

A result of William's actions with a crowbar.

William shambled toward it before reaching his hand out. The moment his finger made contact-

"MONSTER!"

-he found himself stumbling back. William noted to himself that the mask still had Agony infesting it. Thankfully it felt mostly inert and only reacted to his presence. If it had been a full infection…

William stared in horror as Fredbear lumbered forward with a black substance running from its eyes.

WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP HIM!

…he didn't want to think about that right now.

William turned around and looked further down the hall noting another light coming from another corridor further from the one he'd come from. William shambled forward and grabbed the empty door frame that led into the hall as support. He turned into the hall and froze.

The light source was further down the hallway but he wasn't looking at it right now. Instead he was staring at the prototypes of the Funtime animatronics. Funtime Freddy stood with its stomach hatch hanging open and a rusted grin still on its face, Ballora leaned up against the wall with its face plates opened revealing the nightmarish face beneath, Funtime Foxy was just a torso placed on the stand.

Finally William took in the appearance of the source of light. The only non-prototype in the hallway. A burnt out Circus Baby head with her eyes replaced by a red light. William walked forward, his entire body trembled at the sight of her and her sight bathed him in red as if to judge him.

He didn't mind the feeling as he utterly deserved it.

William was finally within reach of the head. He slwoly brought both of his hands up to cup the burnt out shell of Circus Baby's head…..and nothing happened. William shuddered as he took the head off the stand and looked down at it. If his tear ducts still functioned he would have been crying.

"Rest well, Lizzy. I'm sure you're playing with Cassidy again." William choked on his own emotions and sunk to knees cradling the head. If he were in any state to check his surroundings he would have noticed the security camera stuck in the corner of the hall looking at him.

Coppela Roberts gaped as she watched the animatronic hug the head of a burnt out model she didn't recognize. She could only think one thing as she watched this.

SHE FUCKING KNEW IT!

The Past

"How long are we going to keep doing this?" Henry Emily asked as he sat in his friend's truck.

"As long as we have to, Henry." William Afton replied as he turned the truck off the highway and into the town.

"I'm just saying, our talents are better spent on trying to make something of ourselves. Not selling off our designs to these cheap bastards." Henry retorted.

"Yes, I'm aware, Henry but as I've said before, we need money to get this venture started and unfortunatly Clara can't start on construction without said funding."

Henry sighed and began fiddling with his overall's buttons. He watched as buildings went by before finally taking note of the building they were heading for, Candy's Burgers & Fries. William pulled the truck in and parked. The two friends got out of the car and William unrolled his sleeves.

"Remember, you work the animatronic-" William said while throwing on his suit jacket.

"-while you sell it to them. I got it William." Henry finished while opening the back of the truck and sliding out the ramp.

"Sorry, nervous. Anyway, I'll go and greet the client while you get the equipment inside. It's not that heavy is it?"

"No, I've got the roller."

"Alright, I'll see you inside then." William adjusted his tie. "Oh, wait. How do I look?"

Henry looked past the truck to see William wearing the black suit he bought only a few days ago with that purple striped tie, "Like you're about to try and sell me car insurance." Henry replied.

"Good enough." William said before turning and walking into the building ready to try and get their first of, hopefully, many lucrative clients.

What do you think?