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'It isn't fair.' She thought, looking on through the window as all the other children laughed, ate, and played with each other while she was left outside.

She shivered, rain soaking through her hair and clothes as she brought a hand up to try and wipe away both the tears and the rainwater threatening to fill her eyes.

"What are you doing outside, Charlie?" Charlie looked up at the sudden lack of rain hitting her body and the voice that called her name.

"Uncle Will!" She beamed, turning from the window to face the man as he pulled out a napkin and bent down, not caring for the water soaking into his pants he wiped face with the cloth.

"What are you doing outside, Charlie?" Afton repeated.

"The other kids locked me outside, I didn't even say anything mean to them uncle Will!" Charlie sniffed, more tears gathering in her eyes as she remembered the mean names the other kids called her after just trying to be their friends, tears that were quickly whipped away by her uncle.

William sighed and got up. "Children can be cruel, Charlie. Just don't let their words get to you for in the end, they are only words." He stuffed the napkin back into his breast pocket, reaching into his pants for his keys.

"Okay uncle Will." Charlie nodded her head as William paused, looking down at her with dark eyes for a few moments. Charlie shifted, tilting her head. "Uncle Will?"

William continued to stare down at her, hand in his pocket, before he sighed. Closing his eyes, he took a few even breaths, before opening them. "Do not refer to me as 'Will' beyond this point, Charlie."

"But dad calls you Will." Charlie pointed out.

William nodded. "Indeed, he does and only he will refer to me as such."

"Then what would I call you?" Charlie put her hands on her hips as she looked down in thought, before blinking. "Your pants are dirty."

William looked down and hummed. "So they are, Charlie." Afton shook his head, fishing out his keys from his pocket and sliding the right one into the keyhole. "Let us get you inside, as I'm sure you don't want to be stuck in the rain for much longer and so I can get a change of pants."

Charlie smiled and nodded her head energetically. "Okay Uncle Afton!"

William paused slightly, before a smile crossed his face. "You truly are a wonderful child, Charlie. It almost makes one sorry for what I did to you back then." He unlocked the door and placed his keys back into his pocket.

Charlie tilted her head with a confused expression. "Sorry for what?"

William shook his head. "Nothing but the ramblings of an old man, don't worry about it. Now," William opened the door to his establishment, petting Charlie on the back. "Off you go, Charlie. I'm sure your father is here somewhere."

Charlie stared at her uncle for a moment, before nodding and walking inside.

William watched her until she disappeared around a corner, before turning his head and staring down a familiar alleyway drenched in rain. The twin phantasmata of a puppet and his host stared back at him.

He kept his eyes fixed on them, and only turned his gaze away when they ceased to exist.

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William didn't quite care much for human laws.

Both before, and after spending decades as a rotting corpse trapped inside his own creation, and even further spending an uncountable amount of years trapped in hell with that disgusting little-

William gripped onto his steering wheel tightly as he thought back to her. That despicable, disgusting little brat that stepped out of line far too many times than he was pleased with. He breathed, held for a few seconds, then breathed out.

Right, yes. He didn't care for human laws, except for when they were most convenient for him to use. The consequences for breaking them aren't of much concern to him, either, so long as he doesn't get caught.

His past misdeeds were a prime example, and he chuckled at the thought.

As of right now, however, he was speeding down a highway. A very empty, and dark, highway. He saw an opportunity when it presented itself, and he isn't and never will be above breaking the law for the sake of his own convenience.

Although this does strike an odd case of deja vu in-

His car thumped.

Not once.

But twice.

He cursed and hit the brakes, coming to a quick stop a distance away and getting out. He took a flashlight out from his pocket (one he always carries with him, fun fact) and flashed it down on the road, a small frown on his face.

The potential lawsuit of running something over depends on what it was, for example, if he ran over a child-seeing as this time it was unintentional- the likelihood of him going to jail is low, but the amount of money he would have to pay is not something he would be quite keen on fulfilling.

If it were a child, he could always just throw them off into a nearby ditch to avoid the potential lawsuit, after all a child running on a road with a car speeding down is its own fault, and to even do such a thing on a night such as this means the parents wouldn't exactly care for them either.

He fixed his flashlight on one area, seeing a pile of brown fur laid out on the ground.

"Ah, so not a child then." William concluded. "Not even a pet." William wrinkled his nose, the thing was in quite the pitiful condition-and not because of being run over, really, though it does indeed add to it- and he checked for a collar just in case.

He took his hand back in mild disgust as it got back up, or tried to, at the very least, before falling back down. It let out a series of pained whimpers, sides heaving rapidly and breaths shallow. William propped his chin up with a gloved hand as he stared at it.

"Well, I must commend you for your willingness to live, at the very least." William murmured, as he watched it try to stand once again, only to fail due to its injured and failing body. It seemed to have a harder time breathing the longer this went on, and William should most likely be looking to call animal control to put it out of its misery by now.

But it seemed to be more of a waste of time, in his opinion.

Perhaps, if the circumstances were different, and Henry were the one to encounter this situation, he would try to save it.

William continued staring with half-lidded eyes as its struggles slowed, before sighing. "Well, I suppose this is a good time to try something new."

He reached into his pocket and took out a case, and from that case came a syringe filled with a purple liquid that seemed to glow in the darkness of their surroundings.

He inserted the syringe into the dog's neck and injected the liquid. Not all of it, of course, but just a quarter of it.

"Live." William whispered, a deceptively kind smile on his face. "Live and let me see if this gift was worth the cost."

William then got up and walked back to his car.

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William didn't expect to see it ever again, if he were to be honest. He didn't quite know how it would have reacted to anything other than a human, and if it did work, he expected it to run off and never be seen again.

Not in his establishment the following week.

It looked remarkably better than it did the night he ran it over, previously matted fur nice and tidy and a nice little collar fit snugly around its neck. Though, its body was deformed a bit from being run over, not as bad as it was, most likely thanks to the agony more likely than not.

But that wasn't what he cared for, truly.

Instead, its eyes. A curious color, brown that seemed to fade into purple, not noticeably really, but when the light hits it just right.

'What a fascinating result of a whim.' He thought, various thoughts of trying to replicate this so he could test various factors and see their end results crossed his mind.

But alas.

He placed a hand on one of his employee's shoulders, a kind, easy going smile on his face. "Let it stay for now, it wouldn't do make a child sad in a place such as this, no?" His employee nodded and left.

William turned his gaze towards the oh so familiar figure of a child, blonde hair, a recognizable red boy tied into her hair and a purple shirt.

Susie, if he remembered correctly.

He smiled down at the girl when he caught her eyes, and gave a little wave before going back to work.

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"Daddy," Elizabeth pulled on the edge of her father's shirt, trying to get his attention. "Can I go see Circus Baby?"

Her father froze and turned his head down to look at her with wide eyes, much to her confusion. She blinked, and his face lacked so much emotion that she questioned if she imagined it. Her father bent down to her level, placing a hand on her head.

"Elizabeth, sweetie. What exactly do you mean by Circus Baby?" Her father asked, and rubbed her foot against the ground. "Well, it's this really cool and pretty robot you made for me, right? She was the leader of the, um." Elizabeth paused for a moment. "Funtime animatronics, I think?"

Her father blinked slowly once, then twice. "The Funtime animatronics do not exist, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth tilted her head in confusion. "Yes they do, they're at Circus Baby's pizza world."

William shook his head softly. "That location does not exist either." Elizabeth pouted and crossed her arms in frustration. "Well I remember them existing, so they exist." She grumbled.

William tilted his head. "Are you sure you haven't just dreamt them up?" Elizabeth scowled slightly, before vehemently shaking her head. "Nuh uh, I know they exist, I've seen them!"

"And where have you seen them, my little princess?"

Elizabeth opened her mouth, before stopping short. She stayed quiet for a moment, before looking down with a pout and gripping her skirt. William chuckled, placing his arms around his daughter and standing up, carrying her in his arms.

"Can you make them for me, Daddy?" Elizabeth hesitantly looked up at her father, gripping onto his shirt and giving the most intense puppy-eyed look she could muster. William stared back at her for a moment, hming and huming as he mulled over it.

"I don't see why not." William shrugged. "Although, it would have to wait a bit before I could get to it."

"Aww." Elizabeth pouted again, intensifying the puppy-eyed look to try and sway her father. "Now, now." William reached a hand up to boop his daughter on the nose. "Patience is a good trait to have, young lady."

"Okay Daddy..." Elizabeth gave up, resting her head on her father's shoulder in disappointment.

"How about some ice cream for now?"

Elizabeth let out quite the loud shout of agreement at that.

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William both liked and disliked children.

He liked them for they were simple, predictable, and so utterly gullible. A few sweet words, the promise of a reward and a smile or two would get them to move exactly how he wanted them too.

But that was about the only thing he liked about them.

His dislikes far outweighed the only good thing about them. They were loud, painfully obnoxious, cried at the simplest inconvenience and so on and so forth.

Children were not something he enjoyed, despite owning a restaurant targeted towards them so they could persuade their parents to give him their money.

Unlike his co-worker, he wasn't in this business for the enjoyment of the little brats.

Again, William disliked children, especially the ones who wailed for no reason just to inconvenience everyone else or to get what they want.

So it begged to question why God (if there ever was one he never answered) decided to bestow him a child in one of the exact flavors he disliked the most.

He breathed in slightly, held, and exhaled. Then looked down at his son, somehow the smallest of his three children despite being the middle child. Red, puffy eyes with dark (almost purple) bags hanging under his eyes stared back up at him with thin limbs holding onto a golden Freddy plushie (how childish) tucked into his arms.

His son was small, frail. Both mentally and physically, one hit would knock the boy down the floor and cause him to cry as he would try to curl up into a ball to lessen the pain of blows to come with tears streaming down his face as broken sentences of pleas and apologies spilled from his mouth.

A corner of his mind replaces his son with a different boy that looked far too similar wearing more prim and proper clothing, the bear replaced by a rabbit and hair a lighter brown with eyes a darker color. He quietly shoves it into a box and locks the key.

A smile graces his lips, one perfectly calculated and perfected to put a child at ease. For some reason, it always seemed to have the opposite effect on this one.

"Yes, Evan?" He tilted his head, hands behind his back as his eyes analyzed the child in front of him, picking apart every minute detail he could find. "Was there something you needed?"

His son squirmed underneath his gaze, and William waited patiently for him to gather the words he wanted to say.

"M-Micheal tore the head off of Foxy and," His son gulped, eyes wetting with unshed tears that made William clench his hands, nails digging into his skin. "And he won't give it back."

This didn't involve him and why don't you get it back yourself are words he wanted to say, words he already said in the before. Words he knew would cause the boy to stumble over his words trying to persuade him, only managing to work himself up into a mess that got him nowhere. Which inevitably lead him to tears that only added onto his mess of a request.

Just thinking about it made William feel a certain way, and his smile almost slipped off his face before he caught himself.

He reached a hand to pat his child on the head, eyes crinkling the tiniest amount. His son's shoulders relaxed minutely, some of the tension leaking from his small body.

"Go grab the sewing kit for me, won't you?'" William took his hand away as his son nodded, already walking down the hall. "I will get your friend back, don't worry."

A few minutes later, and William finds that his son had quite the affinity for sewing. Something he never knew until that moment.

How quaint.

The way his son's face light up when his friend was returned right as rain lifted something from William's chest, and he found his perfectly crafted smile just the ever so slightest amount realer the rest of the day.

+++

"Michael. Afton." William smiled at his eldest, hands behind his back. Apparently, he held more of a grudge than he thought he did.

His smile was tight.

"What do you want old man?" Michael glanced at him, leaning back on the wall behind him with one hand crossed over his chest. "Not busy enough so you came to bother me?"

"First of all," William tilted his head, smoothing his smile back into perfection. "What did I say about smoking, young man?"

Michael clicked his tongue, holding his father's stare for a good few moments before scoffing and dropping the cigarette down to the floor and stomping it out.

William tracked the movements carefully, before slowly turning his eyes up to look at his son, who scoffed.

"Can you quit staring. already?" Michael asked, before he muttered under his breath and looked away. "You look goddamn creepy when you do that..."

Michael sighed, shaking his head he pushed himself off the wall and placed a hand at his hip and tilted his head upwards. "Well, what do you want old man?"

William's mouth thinned into a line, and Micheal smirked. "Stop bullying your brother, Micheal."

"Oh?" Michael turned to face William. "And why should?"

"Micheal."

"No, no. Tell me why I should after all," Michael stepped closer. "You've never tried to stop me before, why do you suddenly care now, hm?"

"As his father, I have certain obli-"

Michael barked a laugh, making a move to place a hand over his mouth in an attempt to block his laughter before giving up. He laughed for a few good and hard minutes, before suddenly cutting off and bringing his face back down.

"You're being serious. Aren't you?"

"I do not joke, Michael." William's hands tightened behind his back, and he finds himself thankful he chose to wear gloves for this particular conversation. "You of all people should know that very well."

"Well you're certainly a joke of a father, so maybe I didn't quite get the memo."

"Watch want you say towards me, boy." William shifted his stance the slightest amount, fingers digging into his palm.

"Why? Because you can't handle the truth?" Michael asked, and the look in his eyes told William it was a genuine question.

William inhaled sharply, held, then exhaled slowly. "Michael, I won't say this again. Stop bullying your brother and maybe, just, maybe." William hissed. "I can start to see you as someone worthy of respect."

"I don't need your respect, so how about." Michael looked at his nails for a moment, pretending to think hard about his answer before throwing his head back to look at William. "No."

William's hands tightened.

"You disappoint me, Micheal." William tilted his head to the side, a smile on his face that was neither kind nor easing. "You frequently bite at the hand that feeds you and fail to follow even the most simple of requests asked of you."

Michael chuckled humorlessly. "Wonder who I got that from then."

"Truly a mystery, it would seem."

The temperature of the room seemed to plumet, as both of its occupants stayed silent. Michael's stance remained defiant, as he stared William down.

William sighed, bringing a hand up to fix his tie. "Until after his birthday," William checked his watch. "Stop bullying him until after his birthday, Micheal."

"No."

"I am trying to compromise with you, Michael." William sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his face. "Stop bullying him until after his birthday, and if you can, you will have my respect."

Michael scoffed. "I thought I already said-"

"If you succeed, I'll give you ten thousand."

Michael's eyes widened in shock as he stepped back a bit. The next moment his eyes narrowed.

"I'm not lying, Michael. After all." William's face eased back into that perfect smile. "I always keep my promises."

Michael scowled and rolled his eyes. "Fine, I won't bully him until after his birthday."

William stared his son down for a few moments, before nodding his head and leaving.

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"Elizabeth, my little princess."

"Yes Daddy?" Elizabeth swung her legs back and forth from the edge of the desk, turning her attention away from the complex blueprints she tried to make sense of.

"Can you be a dear and keep an eye on your brothers for me? You're the only one I trust enough to do this."

Elizabeth beamed and nodded her head. "Of course, Daddy!"

+++

'It seems Michael truly will hold up his end of the compromise.' William thought. Over the period of the next few weeks both his own observations and Elizabeth's proved that Michael acted on his word when Evan stopped being bullied and such, cried significantly less.

William even found himself extending the smallest tendrils of trust towards his son, and with that trust came the expectation that he stopped his friends from the bullying as well.

The day came, and William woke up to find himself at ease. It was a rare feeling for him, the impending weight of his mortality and thoughts of Henry somehow irreversibly fucking up clawing at the edges of his mind, so much so that he had to consciously will his body to relax to maintain his facade.

William was-dare he say, happy on his son's birthday and he found that not even the thought of his mortality could weigh down the pep in his step. Which was much, much different than how he acted before, but he couldn't find himself disliking the change.

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