*William Afton, the owner and CEO of Afton Robotics, walked through the halls of his company's headquarters. The building was bustling with activity as workers scurried about, preparing prototypes for their latest animatronics.*
*William, a stern and reserved man in his early thirties, was lost in thought as he strode past the various departments. He had been plagued by a series of strange nightmares lately - dreams that always ended with him staring into a pair of glowing, yellow eyes.
*He was deep in thought when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find Henry Emily, his business partner and best friend since childhood. Henry was a few years older than William, but he looked much younger due to his carefree demeanor and easy going nature.*
"Hey, Will," Henry said with a smile. "You look like you've seen a ghost. Is everything alright?"
*William forced a smile.*
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little preoccupied."
*Henry raised an eyebrow.*
"You sure? You've been acting strangely lately. Ever since you started having those nightmares..."
*William's smile faltered slightly.*
"Those dreams are nothing," he muttered. "Just stress dreams, nothing more."
*Henry looked unconvinced, but he decided not to press the issue. Instead, he changed the subject.*
"So, have you looked at the newest animatronic blueprint I sent you?"
*William nodded, glad for the distraction.*
"Yeah, I looked at it. It's impressive, as always."
*Henry grinned.*
"Thank you, thank you," he said with mock humility. "I've been working on some new features for it that I think you'll really like."
*The two men walked down the hallway towards the development floor, discussing the new animatronic's design. William found himself feeling strangely comforted by Henry's presence. There was something about his easy charm and quick wit that always seemed to soothe his restless mind.*
*As they entered the development floor, they were greeted by a flurry of activity. Workers were scurrying about, assembling different parts of the latest prototype. The prototype itself was still in pieces, but even in its unfinished state, it was already starting to look impressive.*
*William walked around the prototype, studying it intently. He was always amazed by the level of detail that Henry managed to achieve with his designs.*
"This looks incredible," he said, still examining the animatronic. "I can't believe how realistic it looks."
*Henry beamed with pride at the compliment.*
"I'm glad you like it," he said. "I've been working on this one for a while. I knew you'd appreciate it."
*As they continued walking through the development floor, they were suddenly interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. William looked at Henry apologetically.*
"I need to take this," he said. "I'll be right back."
*Henry nodded. "Take your time," he said. "I'll keep inspecting the prototype."*
*William left the development floor and went into his office, where he picked up the phone.*
*The caller was one of the workers at the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location. As William listened to what the worker was saying, his expression grew more grim with each passing second.*
*When he finally hung up the phone, he leaned back in his chair and sighed. The news he had just received was... worrying, to say the least. He needed to talk to Henry about it immediately.*
*He left the office and returned to the development floor. He found Henry still inspecting the prototype, his hands running over the smooth metal surface with a look of intense concentration on his face.*
"Hey," William said, his voice grave. "I need to talk to you."
*Henry turned to look at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone.*
"What is it?" he asked, a hint of worry creeping into his voice.
*William led Henry into his office, closing the door behind them to ensure their privacy.*
"I just got off the phone with one of the workers at Freddy's," he said, his eyes fixed on Henry's face. "You're not going to like what I have to tell you."
"What is it, Will?" Henry asked, his voice betraying his growing anxiety. "Tell me."
*William took a deep breath, bracing himself for Henry's reaction.*
"There's been another accident at the pizzeria," he said quietly. "A child was hurt by one of the animatronics."
*Henry's face paled. He looked at William in horror, his mind immediately going to the worst case scenario.*
"Is the child... okay?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"He's alive," William said. "But he's seriously injured. He's in the hospital now, but I doubt he'll ever fully recover."
*Henry felt a wave of nausea wash over him at the news. He sank into a chair, his mind racing.*
"He's alive," William said. "But he's seriously injured. He's in the hospital now, but I doubt he'll ever fully recover."
*Henry felt a wave of nausea wash over him at the news. He sank into a chair, his mind racing.*
"This is bad, Will. Really bad. We can't afford another incident like this. We'll have to shut down the pizzeria until we figure out what's causing these accidents."
do you know which one it was
*William grimaced.*
"It was Chica," he said. "Apparently, she malfunctioned during a performance and attacked the child. The worst part is, the child's parents are threatening to sue us for negligence."
*Henry let out a string of curses. This was bad, worse than bad. If the child's parents did file a lawsuit, it could potentially bankrupt the company. They couldn't afford the negative publicity either.*
"We have to do something," he said, his voice laced with desperation. "We have to fix this before it's too late."
"I agree," William said, his own anxiety starting to show. "I've already called a team of my engineers to go over the Chica animatronic and figure out what went wrong. But it could take days, maybe even weeks, to find the cause of the malfunction."
*Henry nodded, his face set in a grim line. They were in a tight spot. They couldn't afford to keep the pizzeria open with the risk of another accident. But closing down the pizzeria would cause other problems. They were only just barely staying afloat financially, and the loss of revenue from the pizzeria could be catastrophic.*
"We can't afford to close the pizzeria until we've fixed the problem," he said, his voice tight. "We need to find a way to keep it open, even if it's just for a little while."
"I know," William said, rubbing his temples in frustration. "I've already started looking into some temporary fixes. We could try retrofitting the animatronics with some additional safety features, increase security around the restaurant, stuff like that. It won't solve the problem entirely, but it will help reduce the risk of another accident."
