Nobody asked but here’s an extremely detailed retelling of William Afton’s death and the events directly before he was found for Fasbears fright
I laughed at the spirits from inside the old, damaged springlock suit that I had just put on. They had me cornered but they couldn’t get me, nobody could. A droplet of water fell on the suit as I cackled at the spirits. The combination of a water droplet from a leak in the ceiling landing on one of the springs and my laughter set the rusted springlocks loose and with a loud, ringing click, the springlocks snapped shut around my body, digging into my flesh as I fell to the ground. I could feel my bones snap, accompanied by a sickening crunching sound. I let out a scream of agony as I started to cough up blood. I cried out for Michael to help me, pleading for him to not leave me to perish as I pounded at the wall with my shaky fist. My body started to tremble and thrash violently as I began to seize. One by one, the souls began to fade away, leaving me in a pool of my own blood as I slowly faded in and out of consciousness. The last spirit lingered momentarily to give me a nasty look before fading away. That was the last thing I saw before everything went dark.
I awoke to the sound of wooden planks being pried off of a wall… how long had it been? It was dark and I couldn’t move, I felt too weak. A small beam of light shone directly into my eye through the crack in the boarded off wall that someone had started to rip down. I sat slouched over against the wall as I heard a voice from the other side of the wall. “I found one! A real one!”
