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william afton selfshipping nonesense. woe.

one day ill make some kind of reference for my sona and their au variant

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Finally posting some kind of reference for my self insert... and a late 90s William. These were a bit hastily done, please excuse any mistakes >_<

bonus: the first time they really talk to each other after Tempe starts working at Freddy's

William, at this point in his life, is even more irritable than he used to be. But he can't help himself wherever his ego is involved... A person that's still interested in his work? After all these years? As annoying as this employee might be, he's kind of entertained by their curiosity and love of his animatronics.

Tempe is pretty down on their luck after dropping out... but they landed their "dream job" at the local, run-down Freddy Fazbear's. They've always been a fan of the animatronics, but to say they find their boss intimidating would be an understatement. Even so, they're not going to give up an opportunity to learn from the person that inspired their love of animatronics and robotics...

more on these two later :p

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being a stoic businessman is so hard when theres a sweet little beast following you around all the time

rambling about them under the read moreee :p

tempe is usually so shy, they act like william is a hot stove they can't touch. but sometimes, they get bold, and decide to do something like hug him or lean on him or hold his hand...

he's confident when he's the one on the prowl, but as soon as tempe initiates, he melts. he's not used to them acting like that, and i guess it kind of reminds him just how much he loves them...

that is, after all, what made him realize in the first place. tempe fixing his tie in pt.2 is what made the dots connect in his head... because it was such a sweet and intimate gesture, especially coming from a person that's normally too shy to get close to him...

he really does like them a lot >_o

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[Ignore that I cut out some of the lyrics, I didn't have great ideas for them so I just... Removed Them. I hope it's still enjoyable!]

I threw this together so I could stop being haunted by the ghost of an animatic I am not yet talented enough to make.

Also yes, that is Tempe with the long(er) hair! That's what they look like when they're older >_o We'll get there eventually...

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william/tempe bunnies based on rosina wachtmeister's cat sculptures

i would like to make more things like this, but today it was just a quick exercise since i am not feeling well

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i actually dgaf about how this looks so im not going to wait to post this. go my vampire slop.

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Pt.1 > Musing on Tempe/William :p

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(i accidentally wrote a small one-shot, i think. Read till the end for some slightly more straightforward thoughts about Tempe... hehe)

In the 90s, when Temperance and William first meet, William is at a weird place in his life. By now, he's lost every loved one he's ever had, save for his eldest son, whom he despises. His public reputation is cluttered; the nicest thing anyone has to say about him is that they feel sorry for him. However, most people just find him intimidating and unpleasant.

After years of loss and spiraling, William doesn't have the patience to keep up his charades. His pizzeria receives mediocre business, mostly from morbid teens and checked-out parents that don't feel like paying attention to their kids. No amount of false niceties will bring in the kind of business he had in the 80s, not after what happened; not after what he did.

(obligatory read more :p)

William is a murderer. A foul and wicked person. He's aware of this. Keenly aware. When a person is so far gone, it's hard for them to find reasons not to give in to things they normally would've held themselves back from...

It isn't just his cruel attitude that he gives into. William picks up smoking again, for the first time in years. He abstained from drinking for most of his life, but now, he can't help having a glass or two... or three, or four. Vices, vices he would've avoided like the plague in his prime, become routine parts of his life.

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When he first encounters Temperance, he pays them little attention. They're a young, nervous little thing. Short and plump, with ratty black hair and ill-fitting clothes. Another drone for his restaurant that will surely turn over, just like the rest of his staff eventually do.

But Temperance stays far longer than most of the others. William barely cares, but it is odd. He decides to pay a little more attention to them. He watches them mill about the pizzeria. He catches them one day. Smack in the middle of the dining room, midway through mopping, he see's them idling by the animatronics. One minute turns into several. What could they possibly be doing?

"Enjoying yourself?" Sneaking up behind Temperance, he catches them completely off guard. They sputter. The mop in their hands clatters to the floor.

Immediately, Temperance flies into a fast-paced ramble. Something about "being a robotics student", "loving the animatronics", and "please don't fire me". William is mildly startled by their about-face; Temperance is normally deathly quiet. Now that he thinks about it, he isn't sure he's ever heard them speak a full sentence.

Still... if he's not mistaken, Temperance said something very interesting. Very, very interesting.

William cuts them off. "You're interested in robotics?" Temperance stares up at him through their bangs. They have big, sad eyes. Miserable dark pools of black, and long eyelashes.

"Uh..." They start. Suddenly, all their chatter is gone. "Yes... I was, uh, a robotics student."

"Was? You were... but you aren't anymore?"

"I dropped out of school–" Temperance's hands quickly clasp together in a motion not dissimilar to praying, "That's why I really need this job... I'm sorry for slacking off, please don't fire me!"

Much to Temperance's dismay, William lets out a dry laugh.

"I'm not going to fire you over this little incident, so long as it doesn't happen again." William crosses one arm over the other, and brings his hand up to rest on his chin, thinking very loudly. "If you're intent on studying my animatronics, we could arrange time for that. Outside of operating hours."

The way he says it is casual, simple. For Temperance, it is anything but casual or simple. Here he is, their idol and inspiration, handing them the offer of a lifetime.

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William doesn't really understand why he did it. Temperance ranges from borderline unresponsive to headache-inducingly chatty. Their oversized clothes and slightly greasy hair make them look like they were plucked off the streets. It all annoys William greatly.

But deep down, William knows he cannot resist his own ego. It's been decades since anyone looked at his work with awe and admiration. Temperance is special in that way. William can't bring himself to ignore them.

It's a crisp, cold night the first time they meet after hours. William promised Temperance that they'd take a look at the robots together on Monday night, after everyone else had gone home. Despite the sturdy doors separating the restaurant from the cold outside, a chill still manages to creep in.

Once Temperance finishes with their closing duties, they meet William in front of the stage, the same spot they'd been in for their first conversation. William goes through the motions of explaining the basic inner workings of his robots to Temperance. He finds it mundane, really. It's procedural, rehearsed, instructions and explanations he's given dozens of times. But Temperance focuses on his every word. When they ask questions, they're still very nervous... but also specific, intentional. They take quick notes, like they're trying to make sure they don't miss a single moment of instruction. It's clearly very serious to them.

William finds himself soaking up the attention. He starts to feel lighter than usual. He almost finds himself getting excited to answer Temperance's questions and show off his animatronics.

By the time they're done, it's well into the night. Before trudging off into the cold, Temperance thanks William abundantly for this opportunity. William brushes them off, trying to maintain his aloofness... but inside, his mind and heart are racing. Nothing exciting, interesting, or even mildly entertaining had happened in his life for years. Nothing else had ever managed to distract him from the fear and emptiness that had swallowed his mind.

Yes, something was special about Temperance. Unbeknownst to him, another vice begins to sink its fangs into William's life.

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Ah! I hope this reads okay! I know I always say it, but I'm really not a writer, so I have no idea if this is coherent. In particular, I find myself very nervous to write dialogue, but this musing session required it... uwah...

Temperance... It's not a super common word. It's an even less common name. You might know what it means, especially if you practice tarot. But for those who are unfamiliar...

"Temperance: 1. moderation in action, thought, or feeling 2. habitual moderation in the indulgence of the appetites or passions"

An ironic name for a person that I've included under William's list of terrible vices. Truth be told, it wasn't intentional! Temperance/Tempe is a name I've actually gone by in my lifetime, a name I stole from a show I enjoy. Now that I'm here writing for this project, I realize the irony in giving it to my self-insert. I've been told in the past that it's an ugly name, but I love it.

Anyway, yes, I would consider Tempe one of William's "vices". I plan to explain it more, once we dive further into their relationship. Some things are already obvious though, aren't they?

If you read this far, thank you. And if you have any thoughts, please let me know! Interacting with you kind people always brightens my day.

I have many more things planned for Tempe and William... Meheheheh... >_o

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They're still getting used to each other, but William doesn't have the tact to avoid awkward questions. Thankfully for Tempe, their scary boss comes to the conclusion that he doesn't care about these kinds of things. He has more important stuff to worry about, he thinks.

Does William think it's kind of weird? Yeah, sure. Who cares.