The Saga of William Afton

Prolouge

Chapter 1: The CEO

October 10th, 1972; The CEO shuffles through papers of many crappy ideas and stereotypical blueprints. They had no creativity in them. Almost all of them were just metal boxes strapped together that light up. If this was the only thing that his employees could come up with, then the robotics company would go under.

He had another interview with a self-employed inventor from Utah at 4:00. He glanced at the clock, 3:52. The man would be here any moment. He flipped through a magazine on sports, although his oversized stomach made it clear that he did not practice anything of the sort. Suddenly, the intercom on his desk buzzed, as the receptionist, Martha, said, "Sir, your 4:00 appointment has arrived." "Let him in," the CEO said.

A man with an oversized briefcase stepped into the bleak, undecorated, beige office a few moments later.

"Have a seat," he said

"Thank you mister," the man said.

"Your name is Henry, correct?"

"Yes sir," Henry said.

"So Henry, over the phone, you claimed that you had an idea that you needed endorsement for, correct?" Henry nodded.

"Please explain."

"Well sir," Henry said, "As I explained over the phone, I am a stay at home dad, and I make toys for my twin children."

"Yes," he replied, "but I still don't see how it will at all benefit this company."

The man began to sweat, it was clear that he was nervous. He didn't seem like the type who would be participating in interviews like this, or even be social in general.

"Well sir," he said. "I was, um, building a toy for my kids, and I had an idea. I decided to make something to help my daughter sleep at night, because she gets scared when she is alone. I took one of her stuffed animals, and rigged up a voice system for it. I recorded my voice in it, and gave it to my daughter. It helps her to sleep at night now, and when I'm gone on trips too!"

The CEO tapped his pen on his desk in boredom and said, "That is very interesting Mr. Wilson, but I don't think that we need any pre-recorded teddy bears at this company."

Henry nervously grinned, and reached into his oversized briefcase, pulling out a stuffed, purple bunny, and set it down on the desk. The CEO smiled, and decided to humor him.

"So, this is the 'idea' I guess?" He said.

Henry's eyes brightened with pride. Not the kind of pride that brings upon downfall, but the kind that you would see in a painter revealing his masterpiece for the first time.

"Yes sir," Henry said, the nervous tone in his voice gone. "His name is Theodore."

"Theodore, is it now," the CEO said sarcastically, surprised by the rabbits weight. "Now, how might I activate 'Theodore'?"

"Just give his nose a boop," Henry replied.

"A 'boop', huh?"

The CEO set the rabbit back on the desk, and gave its nose a swift tap. Suddenly, Theodore sprung to life, and lifted his head. The CEO leaned in closer out of surprise. The rabbit lifted its right hand, and waved at him.

"Howdy there sunshine!" Theodore said. Henry blushed, realizing that he had forgotten to change the dialogue.

"I'm Theodore!" The rabbit continued, moving his arms around, "Do you want to play with me?" He put his arm to his face, signaling to be quiet, "Shh, shh, hush now! It's time for beddy-bye! Would you like me to sing you a lullabye?" It paused, as if waiting for a response. "Ok then, here it goes! I'm not a very good singer, but I'll try my best: