#( obsessive replay: default ix. )

[slaughterlocked]

THE MORE SHE SNAPS HER FINGERS, THE WIDER HIS GRIN SPREADS. COCKSURE AND SOLID, THE ONLY REAL THING IN THIS PLACE. WELL, HIS GRIN AND HER FEAR. Both rotting in this place together, but she knows a way out. He’s sure of it. And the more he pushes and presses and powers his way through her defences, the closer he gets to it. (At least, that’s the only thing he can tell himself. The only thing keeping him clinging to the little hope he’d had left.)

Even her words don’t faze him, much. His faltering is brief, and William chuckles, finding a morbid sense of amusement in her scoff. Reality has shifted for him now. He is powerless here: an indisputable truth until two minutes ago. So what else can change? What else can he will into being just by sheer force? Nostalgia for the power of being better – of knowing more, of being greater – buzzes under his skin, stinging, iridescent. He bathes in it, stepping closer leisurely, because he has all the time in the damn world. Blood drips down his eyebrow and into his eye, concealing his vision at least partially: but it doesn’t matter! None of that matters anymore!

“You’re wrong about that,” he beams like a maniac, lumbering towards her with the grace of a bear and reaching out, “there is still one person I can hurt.”

Because if he’s solid, maybe she is too. They’re as real as each other in this place, though she’s usually so composed that he never before believed he’d be able to actually touch her. But things are different now. And if he can touch her, then he can hurt her — and then the game really has changed.

Reaches for her wrist, reaches to hold it tight and cruel. Hopes, prays, to whatever fucking deity is listening, that he can grab it.

/ @curseofbreadbear continued.

[slaughterlocked]

[ tag drop 1: CANON VERSES. descriptions under cut. ]

( weaned on poison: default i. )

The making of a man. Spanning twenty two years from birth to college graduation, William’s childhood verse finds him resentful, ambitious, and uncertain about the kind of man he wants to be. While prickly and eccentric, William doesn’t hide his insecurity or true self as much as he wishes he could: the people that meet him in college see him transform into someone who has perfected the delicately crafted persona he begins creating during this time.

( hungry dog’s logic: default ii. )

The happiest years of William’s life, from the opening of the diner to the birthday party where it all goes wrong. MORE TBA.

( house haunted by shame: default iii. )

After Evan’s death and the incident with Suzie, it’s safe to say William spirals, just a little. From the bite of ‘83 to Elizabeth’s death (in ‘90 — though this is dependent obviously on who I’m writing with too!). William at his most unstable. MORE TBA.

( still left with his hands: default iv. )

Elizabeth’s death leaves William stricken with grief and the crumbling discovery that he can’t outrun the misfortune that is plaguing his family (mostly at his own hands). Left only with Michael, his need to fix everything, and the crippling loss of his family, it wouldn’t be entirely accurate to say William is MORE stable: but perhaps less likely to murder. Between ‘90 and ‘92 (or whenever Michael ‘dies’: again dependent on writing). MORE TBA.

( just to be alive: default v. )

Entirely alone, this last human verse spans the two years between Michael’s ‘death’ and William’s own springlock incident in ‘94. MORE TBA.

( first clear thought in years: default vi. )

Get springlocked idiot! Takes place any time in the thirty years before Springtrap is discovered (1994–2024). William’s memory and sense of. well, being ‘William’ drifts further and further as time progresses as his fury and agony grows. MORE TBA.

( tomb that won’t close: default vii. )

F.NAF 3 to F.NAF 6! More monster than man but still unbearably human, it has enough of itself left to recognise its son & old friend. That doesn’t stop it wanting to ruin everything in its path. MORE TBA.

( what is the difference between science and god?: default viii. )

Sometime before Elizabeth’s death, William infuses his remnant with a computer in another effort to prolong his lifespan. It results in Glitchtrap: a virus that both is and isn’t William. Glitchtrap, emerging thanks to the game it infuses with, has only one goal — revive himself properly to continue the work he started decades ago. See this post (link tba) for more Glitchtrap information. MORE TBA.

( obsessive replay: default ix. )

Ultimate Custom Night time!! After the events of F.NAF 6, William actually dies, and his soul is transported elsewhere. Turns out, hell is the neverending nightmare that a little kid dreams up for you. William suffers, screams, schemes, and looks for salvation at every corner. It never seems to come. More TBA.

( alive while a name is spoken: default x. )

Glitchtrap’s goal succeeds, and William is back in the land of the living! Trouble is, the virus hadn’t predicted its true self facing decades of torture at Cassidy’s hands… or its true self’s inability to fully adapt to the modern world. Torn between an inability to move forward and a desperate need to not look back, William is finally honest with himself, and tries to run from things one last time. Adopting a role at the Pizzaplex unassumingly and trying to live out the rest of his life in (relative peace), he naively hopes that everything is over. Of course, he's never been more sorely mistaken. MORE TBA.