lost. || m.afton

𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩

William Afton sits alone in his office, engrossed in his work. The room is filled with books, files, and a large desk cluttered with papers. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the cluttered space. The sound of a ticking clock echoes in the background creating a sense of solitude.

In this moment, the peace was vanquished. A distant, blood-curdling scream pierces through the silence and echoes through the building, jolting William from his concentration. His head snaps up, his eyes wide with alarm, His heart races as he instinctively turns towards the door, his eyes widening with fear.

He stilled in his seat, waiting for the next scream to be heard. The cries were filled with desperation and fear, sending chills down his back.

William's mind raced, imagining the horrors that might await him outside. His hands trembled as he clutched sawthe edge of his desk, torn between curiosity and self-preservation. Shadows danced on the walls, casting eerie shapes that seemed to mock his fear.

The screams grew louder, echoing through the empty family diner, as if pleading for help. Yet, fear held him captive, chaining him to the safety of his office. His imagination conjured images of monsters lurking in the darkness, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims.

William's heart pounded in his chest, his breath shallow and rapid. Though paralyzed by fear, he couldn't help but wonder what terrifying events were unfolding just beyond his office walls.

He quickly stands up, knocking over a stack of papers in the process. He stood staring at his door, waiting for another shriek of sound waves to reach his office.

William thought to himself, should he really go and see what is happening outside? Is this going to be something that is going to be imprinted into his mind forever? The screams that he heard were bone shaking, someone was, without question, in trouble.

The silence enveloped the room, amplifying his paranoia. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant sound, seemed to echo in his ears, heightening his unease.

All of a sudden, silence. His mind raced, conjuring up sinister scenarios, as he questioned the eerie stillness that surrounded him. Did the screaming stop? Was the person hurt? The absence of noise gnawed at his sanity, pushing him to the edge of reason.

Every flicker of movement caught his attention, every shadow became a potential threat. The silence, once a refuge from the chaos of the world, now became a haunting reminder of what might lay outside of his door.

His imagination ran wild, weaving tales of unseen dangers lurking in the corners of the diner. William had to leave his office, he had to see what was going on outside.

Without hesitation, William springs into action. He grabs a broom from a little closet in his office and rushes out of his room, determined to see what is happening in his diner, if anyone is in trouble.

He races down the hallway, his footsteps echoing against the walls. The screams are heard once again. The sounds of the screams grow louder as he gets closer to the chaos in the diner. Fear and adrenaline fuel his every step.

The sounds of screams and endless rustling blend into a symphony of chaos, heightening his anxiety. The hallway stretches out before him, the air heavy with tension, the sounds becoming more frantic.

A finally nightmarish scream was let out, filling the whole diner with silence once again. William is in a daze as he thinks he is too late.