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low-activity indie william afton / dave miller from scott cawthon's five nights at freddy's games and novels

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this is a LOW-ACTIVITY and HEAVILY PLOTTED blog for william afton of the fnaf game and book series

you’re more likely to find me on my other fnaf blogs: @gavegifts / @littlestheart

if you do wanna plot / brainstorm dynamics, ask for my discord!

expect dark themes and bad parenting advice

mun is 25 and a grad student and very tired and does not condone child murder and hates the color purple

[greensarrow]

No fighting!

[corpserabbit-deactivated2023121]

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oh my god..

[colinthecomputer]

was it santa

[squidbulborb]

Vanny and William on their way to do fucking nothing for the whole game.

(Seriously, they had, like, 5 minutes of screen time)

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SCRUBTHEMEMORIES​

“theodore.” he’s important. no more important than ella or stanley, to be sure. they were all her friends, all made to keep her from the loneliness that could come from the times her father was locked in his workshop, after his creations started trying to get out. she tugs william into the room before she releases her hold, getting on the floor and crawling to reach under her bed. “he had to guard for monsters, last night. daddy was in his office a long time.” now she knows why. charlie squeezes him, just so she can hear his voice. her lower lip wobbles dangerously, remembering the warbled sounds one of her birthday cards made after a few too many performances of its’ song. “do you know how to make it last forever?”

    afton hums his assent at charlie’s explanation of theodore’s job -- guarding against monsters certainly was important. theodore probably had his hands full with that around these parts. how many nightmares were crawling around henry’s workshop, afton wondered how many more there must have been living in his head. an unpleasant sort of jolt goes through him as the stuffed animal speaks in henry’s voice. afton hadn’t anticipated on hearing henry from beyond the grave so soon. he kneels down to charlie’s level to get a better look at the toy, fingertips barely touching the soft, violet fur of the rabbit. he traces its face, an obvious precursor to bonnie. “one of the most important things you’ll ever learn, charlotte,” afton murmurs, his eyes following the outline of floppy ears. his free hand comes up to trail lazily through charlie’s hair, as if she were the toy to be pet instead of theodore. “is that nothing lasts forever. especially the things we make and love.”

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afton in the verse where he takes in charlie instead of aunt jen: i love all of my children equally. charlotte, ( looks at smudged writing on hand ) michelle, ernest, and i don’t have a fourth one

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afton vc: one day these idiots will learn that burning me does nothing bc i am physically from hell

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THIS IS FROM FOREVER AGO / @scrubthememories​

     charlie’s eyes don’t feel big enough. no matter how wide she holds them open, it’s not enough. they’re not big enough to see everything at once. she feels like everything about her is too small, now, getting swallowed up by a house that was supposed to feel like home. it’s the quiet moments of realizing that make tears spring to her eyes. there’s no one left to wipe them away, now. she blinks them back, before they can fall. “i forgot someone.” she says, hand reaching for william’s and gripping it like a lifeline as she led him up the stairs.

    there’s more here afton still wants to sift through -- namely henry’s study with it’s various documents and textbooks and the workshop out back teeming with half-finished projects -- but he can always wait to comb this place over without charlie. she’s so... what was the word the child psychologist had used? fragile? afton didn’t think it was especially apt for her. then again, now he’s the only person who really knows how resilient charlie is, how special she is. he drags his gaze over the dark stain in the middle of the living room floor as the girl leads him upstairs, pliant in her hold as she takes him to her room. “now, who exactly did we miss the first time around, charlotte?”

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canon physical description of william afton and dave miller in tse: exists me: i pretend i do not see

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@scrubthememories pooped on the floor, she broke the rules so we have to kick her out

[vince-thrilligan]

“LITERALLY the only person he’s ever shown affection for” X

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this is the only fnaf blog where i have to block weirdos but i will gladly do it

[handsomeboymodelingschool]

HATE languages

- Physical violence

- Acts of disservice

- Words of malice

- Gift removing

- Wretched time

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still never over the comedic stylings of carlton burke w/ “what kind of a name for a serial killer is dave?”

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TAG DROP PT 2 !