Not Guilty // William Afton

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They took him.

They took me in for questioning. I refused to answer anything until they told me if he was alive or not. They refused to tell me. They refused to tell me anything.

But I got away with it. I got away with it all. They didn't suspect me at all for the murder of Dylan Cook. They didn't even think about the death of Julia.

It's funny. My fingerprints were all over him. I remember vividly strangling him to death.

Maybe some cops are stupid. Maybe detectives are lazy. Maybe in a different city, or state, I would not have been free right now.

They didn't even see my fingerprints on Margaret. They don't even know I was an accomplice this whole time.

It was hard telling Maggie. It was hard telling Henry. It was hard telling John. I hadn't even processed it myself, yet I had to explain it to others who wouldn't process it for a while either.

Maggie cried. Maggie cried until she couldn't breathe anymore. I had to calm her down.

Henry disappeared for a week. When he came back, he wasn't the same old friendly, bubbly Henry we all used to know.

John just went through a loss of his mother, and now he had to process that his favorite boss was nowhere to be found.

Me? I'll never recover. That man was my everything. He was the only reason I was even still here.

William Afton surely might have been awkward, had a little creepy smile, a smoking problem, maybe even a killing problem.

But there was a William Afton that I knew. He was funny. He was sincere. He was gentle with people he loved. He had a special interest with little robots that made him happy since middle school. If he felt comfortable with you, he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you, show you parts of him he hasn't shown anyone. He would come to you all excited about his little vegetarian recipes. He wanted a family of his own, to which he could raise to be someone better than him.

He just wanted to be loved. He was misunderstood. He wasn't a cold psychopath that a stranger might have thought he was.

And now I'll never know. I'll never know where my William Afton went. I'll never know if he's dead, if he's in prison, if he's alive and hiding from me.

I'll never hear his voice again. Not until I find him.

I love you.
-Willow

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