I Wish I Could Stay: The Sins of William Afton

Paul's Story: Chapter 1

My name is Paul Newman. I've gone through many jobs throughout the years; some were boring footstone jobs, and others just average stuff. However, one job I took back in 1983 could be described as haunting. Traumatizing, even. Though I shan't say what happened in the introduction, so I'll record the events that followed.

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It was really quite the pleasant Saturday morning. The sun was shining through the window above my bed, revealing many specks of dust that tended to go unnoticed and warming up my groggy face. That helped a good bit in getting me to wake up, as I was able to get dressed, groom myself, and eat breakfast relatively quickly afterward. I was about to go off to go looking for a job when the daily newspaper dropped at my doorstep. I waved thanks to the paperboy and took the paper inside. It was the Noble Giant, which I thought to have some reliable, unbiased articles alongside some comics and job listings.

Today I went for the listings, since I was in the process of looking for a new job since I had put in my two-week notice for my current one. Things weren't really certain in my life, and I didn't really want to spend my entire life putting boxes on shelves. I've always felt like I could do more with my life to help people. I had already discussed this with my boss, and he was quite supportive, letting me know that if I ever wanted to return to work for him, he would be standing at the door with open arms.

My eyes skimmed through the job listings as various back-breaking jobs popped up, including a job at a nuclear plant, which I wasn't all too savvy about. However, a picture of a robotic bear and rabbit duo that took up a sixth of the second job listing page caught my eye, and it read,

"FREDBEAR'S FAMILY DINER ASKS FOR A SECURITY GUARD

Pay starts at $9 an hour

We hope that you'll join the Fredbear family!

888-###-####"

As soon as I saw the $9 pay, I knew it was quite the offer. Nine dollars an hour to be a security guard for a children-catered diner? How could I say no? Those words drifted through my mind as I looked at the anthropomorphic bear and rabbit duo. It seemed like a dream come true. Security wasn't something I was new to, either, as I had a position as prison guard at the town prison before. Though that didn't work out very well, and the government didn't really pay me as much as this ad was promising.

I ended up calling the diner and securing an interview on Tuesday, so all I could do at that moment was wait until then. However, it was a couple of hours before they called me to say that they had in interview available right there and then, and I just had to come in to get it. Not really thinking about how odd that was, I ended up taking my car over to the diner so that I could perform the interview.

The diner was fairly-sized, with a sign with the golden-furred duo's smiling faces greeting me from the sign above, which said,

"Fredbear's Family Diner

Est. 1973 by William Afton and Henry Emily"

I didn't think much of it as I walked inside to find two smiling faces look at me. One had a purple tuxedo with a flower that looked like it was made of gold sticking out of one of the pockets. In fact, he really had purple everything; purple socks, purple shoes, purple pants, purple undershirt. All but the flower were purple. The other man wore much more casual clothes, with a t-shirt that had the sign's design on it, as well as jeans and sneakers. The casual man extended his hand out enthusiastically, and I took it and shook.

"I'm Henry Emily," he said happily, "and this is my business partner and friend, William Afton. He's not much of a people person, but he's pretty nice when you get to know him."