#the little afton in henry's brain that shows up when it's funny to do so is DELIGHTED by this turn of events ill have you know

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

the concept of henry killing clay is very creative and cool, I would like to hear more about it

Basically what happened was Henry was rummaging around his old workshop for parts in the 2000s to use in the 'set everyone on fire' plan and Clay found him cus Henry's old house is on his beat.

Clay confronts him about how Henry intentionally lied to him about William's involvement in the murders and Henry lets it slip that he actually knew Will was responsible the whole time and thinks Clay is pretty stupid for just taking their word at face value.

Clay gets pretty mad about this revelation and says he's 100% gonna report this and take him into custody and shoots Henry point-blank in the chest when he resits. He immediatly regrets this and lets his guard down to panic and check if he's okay.

Henry is a corpse at this point in time so he is actually relitivly unharmed (still pretty shaken mind). As soon as he recovers he stabs Clay in the neck with some pliers or something and he dies.

This is an important event to me because it's the first time Henry takes a life with his own hands. Every other time its been negligence or complicity but now he's an ACTIVE murderer. RIP Clay Burke congrats on missing the housing market crash.

[the-ferocious-kittyrose]

William Afton’s backstory and motivation

(Part 2 coming soon)

William’s parents were James and Elizabeth Afton. James was a pilot in WW2. Obviously, the war did serious damage to his psyche. He saw a lot of death, lost friends, lost his leg, it was a bad time all around. When he came home, he was a shell of the man he once was. He barely spoke and would drown his demons in liquor. His mother Elizabeth wasn’t doing so well during all of this. She had been dealing with intense depressive episodes her entire life, and with the trauma of losing family and friends in the war, and now her husband shutting her out, she was in a really bad place. She did a good job hiding it from her son and putting on a happy mask, but it didn’t last. It was William that found her body. She had put a shotgun in her mouth. There was blood everywhere, mixed with bits of bone, brain matter, and brown curly hair. He was in complete shock, he couldn’t move. He stood there for two hours before his father came home and saw everything. A couple days passed as the police dealt with the situation and had everything cleaned, after which James packed a bag of William’s stuff and told him he was going to be staying with his aunt Margret in America for a few weeks. He never explained why, and as weeks turned into months, and months turned into years, William realized his father wasn’t coming back for him. Obviously all of this was a lot for a little kid to go through. William chose to deal with it by simply not dealing with it. Thinking about everything was painful. It was easier to just bury all his negative emotions down and pretend he was fine.

William was always very intelligent but not that great at school. He was smart, he just didn’t participate or do any work. Instead, he would spend his time in class doodling silly characters and cartoons. William always loved cartoons and comic strips, they were a source of comfort in terrible times. William was also incredibly good with machines. As a teenager, he dropped out of school and got a job as a mechanic, and in his spare time, he would read books on robotics and engineering. He would even build little robots of his own in his garage. It was just a hobby at the time, but it was something he was passionate about.

William wasn’t very good with people. He was very funny, charismatic, and animated, but his peers found him strange and creepy. He had a childish yet morbid sense of humor, and would casually bring up disturbing/depressing topics as if they were completely normal. It didn’t help that he had a habit of burying all his negative emotions until it all boiled over and exploded on people that really didn’t deserve it. He got into more than a few fights over meaningless shit. William knew he was different than the people around him, he couldn’t quite place why, he just knew that he was wrong in someway. He tried his best to adapt and fit in, reading a ton of books on social etiquette and how to make friends, but even if he did everything right people still picked him out as being weird. He was lonely, but rather than admit that, he just told himself he didn’t need friends. He was smarter than all these people anyway.

His only real Friend was Henry Emily. A business major and son of William’s boss, Richard Emily. Richard was a talkative old man, and had mentioned his son to William many times. He would talk about how smart and kind he was and how proud he was of him and it made William incredibly jealous. He disliked Henry before he even met him. William was sure this Henry guy would be some spoiled bratty prick, but when Henry actually showed up at the shop one day, William found out he was anything but. Henry was friendly, handsome, and charming. Everyone in the shop loved him, and he talked to all of them like they were family. This kinda just made William hate him more. William had to work so hard to get people to like him, and this guy could just do it effortlessly. Henry introduced himself to William and was promptly brushed off. But Henry was strangely persistent and kept trying to start conversations with William, which he wasn’t used to. Once Henry and William actually got to talking, William found he actually enjoyed talking to Henry, he had interesting stories about college and was surprisingly smart and funny, he was drawn to Henry in a way he had never experienced before, and it made him feel happy and warm. They became friends relatively quickly. William was worried he’d scare Henry away, like he had done in the past, but Henry seemed to genuinely like William, which was a surprise to everyone. Henry was very impressed by William’s art and even more so by his robot projects. Eventually, the two got an apartment together and spent many drunken nights improvising stupid songs in cartoony voices, William strumming a guitar and Henry singing into a beer bottle microphone. They got the idea to open “Fredbear’s Family Dinner” together while out at a county fair, when they saw a guy in a cheep pig costume trip over a child and just about died laughing. William built and designed the animatronics, and Henry handled all the business stuff. It was a passion project, and they were over the moon to see it come to fruition.

William and Henry were good friends, but their relationship wasn’t entirely healthy. Henry was the first person William connected with on an emotional level. They loved each other. And William became addicted to that love. Henry became his soul source of emotional fulfillment and he was terrified of loosing him. He would get jealous and bitter whenever Henry would hanging out with a new friend/girlfriend, even subtly trying to drive them away or sabotage the relationship. Henry knew that William loved him (probably more than most men love their platonic friends) and that William would get jealous over him, but he just chalked it up to William being lonely, and reminded oblivious to the true extent of the issue. William wouldn’t just get jealous over Henry though, he was also quite jealous of Henry. It didn’t go over William’s head that most people tended to defer to Henry when asking questions about their business, even if they were talking about his animatronics. It’s not that he wanted to talk to these people, he just hated being treated like he was less than Henry. He also hated that Henry didn’t seem to notice, or care. In reality, Henry was fine with taking all the questions because he knew William didn’t like talking to people, but in William’s insecure paranoid brain, he took it as Henry thinking he was better than him. William would have phases where he would convince himself that Henry secretly hated him and was just keeping him around because he felt bad, or just to laugh at him.

William got married mostly out of societal obligation. It’s not that he disliked his wife, Laura was friendly, pretty, submissive, everything a wife was supposed to be, it’s just that he never really wanted a wife. He had never connected with any woman he had tried to date, and realized pretty quick he had to sorta “fake it till you make it” when it came to romantic/sexual relationships with women. The idea of having to “fake it” for years wasn’t very appealing, but he recognized it was something he had to do to fit in amongst his peers. Laura started out as a waitress at the diner when it first opened, after a few weeks of observing her he decided she would be a good fit for the role. He would play the role of the loving bread winning husband, doing everything a husband is supposed to do to keep up the image, but emotionally he just wasn’t in it. This sucked for Laura of course, who felt emotionally neglected in their marriage. She thought that having children would bring them closer, and while it briefly succeeded in getting her more attention, things always went back to normal soon after.

While William wasn’t thrilled about getting married, he was happy about having kids. He viewed it as having the chance to give his kid the happy childhood he never had. William’s first child was Michael James Afton. It was a massive struggle at first, William liked kids but he couldn’t stand babies, but as Mike started getting older they actually got along pretty well. William always got along with children, they were less snobby and judgmental than adults, and they weren’t weirded out by his theatrical eccentric demeanor. William and Mike had a lot in common, they both loved sweets, they loved pranking Laura, and Mike loved the diner and William’s animatronics. Bummer was, as Fredbear’s got more popular, William became much busier, and he started spending less time at home. Mike didn’t handle this well and started acting out more and more at school and at home to get more attention. William was frustrated with his increasing workload and didn’t have the patience to be always dealing with the aftermath of his son’s latest scheme. Also, Mike’s embarrassing misbehavior was damaging the public persona William had worked so hard to build and maintain. People were judging him and he couldn’t stand it. He became a little too harsh with his punishments and rules as a result. Laura tried explaining that Mike probably just wanted attention, but William didn’t get it. Mike had rich parents, all the toys he could ever want, a group of friends, he had so much more than William had as a child so what was the problem?

Things got even worse for Mike when his little brother, Evan Joseph Afton was born. Laura stood up to William and demanded he be home more because she was not going to be raising two kids by herself. William offered to pay a nanny to help her out so he wouldn’t miss any work and she threw a frying pan at him, so he agreed to be around more, rather than go through the public humiliation of a divorce. Evan was a fussy baby, which was very annoying, but as he got older he mellowed out. He was still emotional, but also shy and quiet. He didn’t cause trouble, all he wanted to do was color and organize his toys. William liked Evan, he was sweet and so very innocent. Sure, it was a bit irritating how clingy he could be, but William reveled in having someone love him so deeply. He reminded William a lot of his mother. So soft and comforting. Mike hated Evan. The little brat was boring and a crybaby, so why did their dad like him more? What was so much better about him? Mike was dealing with a lot of teenage frustration and anger and he took it out on his little brother by bullying him relentlessly. It started small, stuff their parents laughed off as boys being boys, but it just kept getting worse and worse. Of course, their parents had jobs to get to, so they couldn’t always be there to stop it, but William did install security cameras after Mike “accidentally” pushed Evan down the stairs.

Evan’s death was horrific. His head was slowly crushed like a watermelon under a hydronic press. William was outside smoking with Henry when if happened, they ran inside when they heard Laura scream, just in time to see Evan’s limp body slide out of the animatronic’s mouth into a puddle of blood. Michael was ghostly pale as William screamed in his face, “WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!? WHAT DID YOU DO!?” He threw Michael to the side and knelt to examine Even’s body. He was nearly headless, and very much dead. Blood continued to drip from Fredbear’s mouth, along with chunks of bone, brain matter, and brown curly hair. William raked his bloody trembling fingers through his hair. He was aware of the chaos going on around him, Laura pointlessly begging for someone to call an ambulance, parents ushering their crying kids outside, but it all felt so distant, like he was hearing them from underwater. Once he finally managed to tear his eyes away from the body, they landed on Mike, standing there with this stupid shocked expression on his face. William couldn’t help it, he pointed and laughed. He slowly approached Mike, laughing as Evan’s blood dripped from his face and hands, “are you happy now? ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW!?” William swung at Mike, cracking him across the face. Henry grabbed William from behind and began to pull him away, as he continued yelling.

William was losing it. He wasn’t a stranger to drinking or drug use, but it got worse after Evan’s death. His son was dead, and the passion project he built with his best friend was being shut down. Yeah, they had the Freddy Fazzbear locations, but Fredbear’s was different. It was something personal to Henry and him and now it was gone. He rarely even showed up to work anymore, he would always either be locked in his office or at Henry’s house. He could hardly look at Mike anymore, and god forbid one of his little goons showed up. He was in a bad place, and the hallucinations weren’t helping. After Evan’s death, William started seeing things. It started as just glimpses out of the corner of his eye, but they became more severe as time went on. Most often, he saw Fredbear, broken down and bloody. Usually he would be laying in a heap against the wall, other times he was more aggressive. The image wasn’t the thing that scared him though, it was the voice. It was little Evan’s voice, calling out, “It’s me!” “save me!” It was driving William mad, the thought of sweet Evan’s spirit being trapped all alone in a cold robot body. Fredbear wasn’t the only thing he’d see though, he’d see Mike, bloody and rotting with his intestines spilling out from his gut. William believed he knew what Evan was trying to tell him, but he didn’t know if he could go through with it. From there, the hallucinations just kept getting more disturbing and violent.

Michael was miserable. His brother was dead, his parents could barely look at him, his friend group was scattered, and the worst thing was he couldn’t even be mad about it because it was his fault. Things around the house were tense, to say the least. There was this creeping feeling of dread hanging in the air that got stronger as the days passed. One night, Michael was laying in bed trying to fall asleep when he heard his bedroom door creak open. He laid still, pretending to be asleep as footsteps approached him from across the room. He felt a presence standing over him, staring at him. His eyes were closed but he could feel someone watching him, and he was overcome with fear. He tried to calm himself, thinking it was probably just his mom coming in to check on him, but he knew it wasn’t his mom, the weight of the stare was too cold and hateful. The figure stood over him for what felt like hours as he lay frozen, more sure by the second that whoever was behind him was about to kill him. Finally, he heard quick footsteps exiting the room and the door closing behind them. Michael had been intimidated by his father before, but now he was terrified of him.

William’s relationship with Henry was on the rocks. William was borderline unrecognizable after Even’s death. He went from clingy to a full on stalker. Henry had noticed William’s declining mental health before, and he tried his best to be there for his friend, but his behavior was becoming more and more unpredictable and aggressive. It was starting to freak him out, as well as his young daughter Charlie. The final straw for Henry was when he was at William’s house and witnessed him having a violent meltdown where he blew up at Michael over seemingly nothing and yelled that he wanted him dead while swinging a kitchen knife around like a mad man. Henry managed to get the knife from him and calm him down, but he was horrified by the encounter. The next time William came over to his house, Henry refused to let him in. He let him know, in no uncertain terms, that their friendship/partnership was over. It hurt him to do, but he knew it was what had to be done. He loved William, but he was dangerous, and he had to do what was necessary to protect himself and his daughter. William freaked the fuck out. He was panicking, banging on the door begging Henry to let him in. He switched rapidly between sobbing and begging for forgiveness, and furiously yelling obscenities and threats, throwing potted plants and garden gnomes at the door in anger. William felt betrayed and abandoned. He believed that since he was in pain, he was automatically entitled to his friend’s sympathy and comfort, and he was furious that that wasn’t the case.

William went on a bender that night, aimlessly driving drunk through the heavy rain. The entire time he could hear bitter whispers in the back of his head, “he left you,” “he never loved you,” “you could never be good enough for him.” William couldn’t tell you why, but he ended up at “Freddy Fazzbear’s Pizza.” He didn’t plan it. He didn’t know that Charlie was there. He didn’t know that Charlie had gotten locked outside. It was a spur of the moment thing. Charlie recognized his car and turned to look at him as he stepped out. She could smell the alcohol through the rain, his hair was unruly and his eyes were red and glossed over, almost lifeless. He offered to give her a ride home, hoping Henry would let him in if he had Charlie. When Charlie refused, he got angry. He aggressively asked why she didn’t trust him, why she hated him, how she could be so ungrateful after everything he’s done for her. She became frightened as he began hobbling towards her, struggling to walk upright and using his car for support. She tried to back away, tried to turn and run when he reached for her, but he was too fast. He lunged forward, grabbed her by the throat, and squeezed until her body went limp. It took him a minute to process what he had just done. He looked down at her body, her face was blue and streaked with tears. On the floor next to her was her stuffed bear, Lefty. William had made that for her for her when she was a baby, and she carried it with her everywhere she went for years. The stitches were coming loose and one of the eyes was missing, it was falling apart, but it was well loved. His breath became ragged. He looked down at his hands, covered in small red scratch marks from Charlie’s nails. She always was a little fighter. “What have I done?”

Charlie’s body was found a little over an hour later. Henry felt the world cave in around him. He knew William had done it. The man who had been his best friend for years, someone he trusted, someone he loved, had just murdered his little girl. He strangled her and left her body out in the cold rain with the trash and rats. He was seeing red as he drove to William’s house in the early hours of the morning. He was pounding on the door demanding to be let in. When Laura opened it he stormed past her, breaking through the chain lock, and slamming her into a wall. He went on a rampage through the house, practically tearing up the floor boards looking for William. When it became obvious that he wasn’t there, Henry broke down crying, apologizing to Laura and Michael, who looked on terrified. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

William drove for hours before stopping at a seedy motel. He couldn’t stop looking at his hands. He was a monster, he had murdered a little girl, a little girl he’d known for her entire life, how could he do that? Was he that sick and twisted? He had had violent fantasies in the past, whenever people would insult him or aggravate him, but he never acted on them, because he knew it was wrong. He knew there was something vile inside him, and he had tried so hard for so many years to control it, but he failed, and there was no coming back from it. He had murdered his best friend’s daughter. “Well, he’s not your best friend anymore,” he reminded himself. “And now you’ll never get him back.”William sat on the motel bed, “guess he was right about you huh? You’re too broken to be saved.” God, he needed a drink, a cigarette, anything to make his brain shut up. “Why should you even care? Why care about his pain? He knew you were grieving and he abandoned you. He didn’t care about your pain, but he’ll understand it now. You evened the playing field. It’s only fare.” He had a point. Why should he care? Why should he care about Henry, or Charlie, or anyone? Everyone judged him and hated him his entire life. They would pretend to be nice and understanding, but it was all bullshit. When Evan died, people would come to him pretending to be so kind and sorry for his loss, but those same people would turn around and blame him, for building such a dangerous animatronic, or for raising Mike wrong, they were all lying two-faced snakes. They didn’t understand his pain, but they deserved to. Why should he be the only one that had to suffer? Why should he live this miserable life, full of pain and abandonment, while all these other assholes got to parade around with their stupid happy lives and stupid happy families? William thought of his son, Evan, trapped all alone in a decrepit robot suit. How was that fair? Why did it have to be him, and not some other kid? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He thought about how good it would feel to wipe the stupid smug smiles off their faces. Fuck, he’d stuff Mrs. Redmen’s brat son into an animatronic himself, just to see her ugly priss face go pale. Imagining it made him laugh. He knew it was awful, but who the hell cares? He's already going to Hell. “And wouldn't it be nice for little Evan to have some friends?” He laid in bed for hours, imagining the satisfaction that would come with inflicting his pain on the families of his pathetic town. “Why imagine? You just killed a little girl, you’ve got nothing left to lose?”