William Afton

It caught him off guard. He was usually so careful when it came to the springlocks. He didn't know what he did wrong.

But he had done something, something incredibly wrong.

A loud sickening snap echoed throughout the safe room, making him bouncing off of the walls. The locks continuing to snap into place, piercing his skin like a sponge. He didn't even have enough time to react before the metal beams after metal beam punctured deep into his flesh. Blood poured from the crevices of the suit, splattering on to the floor in many layers.

His knees quaked, dropping on to the floor in pain as he tried to pick himself up. He tried to call out, do anything but found himself unable to scream. He could feel the sets of wires and chunks of metal wrapped itself inside his arms, stomach and most preciously his chest. Falling on to the checker-boarded floor, Afton could feel himself shivering and shaking just from the intense pain, it felt like it was ripping him apart from the inside and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Afton hacked and wheezed, coughing up blood while it continued to leak from the inner courses of his mouth. He prayed in that moment that he wouldn't cough up a lung, but it still felt like he would at any second. Afton rolled to the side and began crawling towards the door, helplessly reaching out for it. "he...henr...he....lp.." he wheezed, sobbing tears that poured out of his suit; like a waterfall.

"Clara..." he groaned, trembling, aching for any kind of help. But then he remembered something about this room specifically, something that he had long forgotten. The room was soundproof, no matter how many times he yelled, nobody from the outside would hear nothing more than a whisper.

Nobody knew he was down here, dying.

He was in here for hours, days, months, years, decades. It didn't matter, because time was irrelevant when you were a corpse rotting inside your creations, lying in your own blood as he waited. Convulsing, crying, grieving. Every second felt like true and utter agony, while he stared at the same set of chairs, shelves and decorations.