(William Afton x f!reader) Read if you want to, I'm just warning you... it's bad. || SUMMARY: You manage to travel back in time to the 80s through a magical ball pit. While you try to find your way back you meet a certain purple murderer. || There are a plethora of things wrong with this book such as content, grammar, and story boarding.|| All characters used in this book rightfully belongs to Scott Cawthon.

In the gloom of night, standing like a guardian before the front doors of Freddy Fasbear's was the imposing form of William Afton. "You don't intimidate me, Mr. Afton." You cast him an unimpressed expression, turning your back to him. "Being non-threatening is my specialty." He purred, moving in closely behind you and leaning over your shoulder. "You wouldn't believe what I get away with." He watched you closely as if he's decoding and analyzing your expressions. "Go home, y/n." William said quietly, his words severe and devoid of kindness, each punched with intense foreboding. "Go live your life while you still can. You're dismissed." CW: Contains Major Fnaf The Fourth Closet (3rd novel) spoilers ahead. This fic is based on the official novel's lore and set before them on the timeline in 1988. William is younger so he acts differently than his older self. There are brief hints of self harm and suicidal thoughts Chapter 6 onward, as they pertain to the official canon lore. Disclaimer: This story is not meant to be an example or a healthy relationship and should be enjoyed as fiction. Readers are discouraged from emulating the behavior or actions of this story.