#fnaf willaim

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Sorry I haven’t been posting, so have this little animation lol

(Srry that this is sh¡t lol)

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William: I always come back

Michael: Ok boomer

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Vanny and William because I have no sense of self preservation

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⚠️!Trigger Warning! Abuse Mention, Knife Mention, Swearing, Child Death Mention⚠️

Five Days until the Party, Day 3

William put the landline back on the dialer, sighed, then rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Goddamnit, just another fucking telemarketer," William had called Henry a few hours ago to come back to town immediately, but since it was the middle of the night, William had just left a voicemail. William and Micheal had spent the whole day 'searching' for Elizabeth to make sure no one suspected that he had something to do with it. Timothy was thankfully asleep for most of it, so William didn't have to deal with him, not like he would; Timothy would never tell shit. Just before William got entirely lost in thought, the phone rang; it was Henry. William picked up the phone and muttered a quick, "Hello." "William! I just got your message! We're coming back to town to help search, don't give up hope!" And, with that, Henry hung up. Classic Henry. William thought to himself, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

He put the phone back down, looked towards the corridor to his bedroom, then to Elizabeth's room, and walked over. William looked at the sign on her door, saying, "Ellie's room! Knock first!" And was decorated with glitter and smiley faces. William heard a door open and looked towards the noise source; Michael walked out of his room, a newly formed bruise painted his face. William made sure that Michael was looking before he slowly pulled the sign off the door. He would be lying if he said the taken aback look on Michael's face didn't make William smile. "What the fuck are you doing?" Michael asked, which earned a scowl from William. "Well, she's dead. She doesn't need it anymore. No need to keep things we don't need, now do we?" William said while crumbling up the paper; when William looked at Michael's repulsed face, it took all of his might not to laugh. "You disgust me, William Afton." Michael hissed out; William couldn't help but laugh at the younger boy. "Don't forget that this is your fault, Michael. Don't be surprised when you end up cold and alone without me to take care of you." Michael just shook his head and walked away.

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Henry arrived late in the evening, Charlie trotting along closely behind him. "William! I came here as fast as I could. Leah and Sammy decided to go back home, but Charlie wanted to come with me." Henry paused and turned to Charlie. "Charlie, do you want to go play with Timmy?" Henry asked. "But I want to play with Ellie! Where's she?" Henry had a sad look on his face but quickly wiped it off. "She's just at school, sweetie." Charlie shrugged and walked over to the bedrooms. "William, have you called the police? Have you made posters? Have you-" Henry was cut off quickly by William. "The police said they couldn't do anything until twenty-four hours have passed. Michael has already made and put up posters." William replied.

"That's good; where is he?" Henry asked. "Who?" "Mike, you said he was the last one who saw her, right?" "Oh. Michael's in his room." William responded. "Okay, I'm going to talk with him. Can you get Charlie something to eat? She hasn't eaten since last night." William nodded as Henry ran off to Michael's room.

Before Henry could knock on the door in front of him, Michael mumbled a quiet, "Come in." Henry pulled the door, almost immediately stopping when he saw the bruise on the smaller male's face. Michael was standing in front of a small mirror on the opposite wall. "Oh, hey Henry. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you still be on vacation?" Michael asked, turning around to face Henry. "William called me; he said Ellie was missing; I was hoping to ask you some questions." "What is this, an interrogation?" Michael responded. "Mike, I know it must be hard on you. You were the last one to see her. But I want you to know it wasn't your fault." Henry said, trying to comfort Michael. Michael just rolled his eyes and gestured towards his bed, and said, "You want to sit down? I'll tell you." "Sure, also, where did you get that bruise-" a sharp knock on the door cut off Henry. "Henry, Leah called; she needs you," William said from the other side of the door. "Ahh, I have to go. I'll see you later, Michael."

Once Henry was out of earshot, William briskly walked into Michael's room and closed the door, "What the fuck did you tell him?" William said, rushing over to the smaller boy. "I didn't tell him anything, father," Michael responded slowly, trying to make sure that he didn't set William off. "Damn right, you didn't tell him anything. If he asks about the bruise," he took a second to gesture at the right side of his face, "tell him you fell. Or you'll never see the light of day again." William said, choking back a small laugh. Michael mumbled a little, "Okay, father." And with that, William left.

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William walked up to Timothy, a small knife in his hands; Timothy hardly had time to realize what was happening before the blade was held up against his neck. He squeaked as William crouched down, the knife cutting closer to his collar with each harsh movement. "Look, Timothy. I know you saw it. And I know you're probably 'scared,'" William said, putting air quotes around the word, "but you need to know that I won't hesitate to cut you if you tell them what happened. Got it?" Timothy looked up at his father, taken aback by the older male's threat. What does he mean by that? Is he gonna hurt me? I don't want to be hurt! Timothy thought to himself before being cut off by the knife cutting into the skin of his neck. "Do you fucking get it? This could ruin me, you fucking bitch." Timothy gasped when he saw the drops of blood and looked back to his father. William sneered at him and repeated, "Got it?" As soon as Timothy nodded, William got up and walked away.

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Timothy pulled his plushy close to his chest, trying to calm his nerves. It's not that he doesn't like Charlie, he loves her like a sister, but that's why Timothy was worried; he wanted to tell her, but he didn't want her to get hurt. Charlie looked at Timothy and asked, "Hey, Timmy? What's wrong? You look sad." Timothy perked up at the question and shook his head. "Nothing, I'm just tired. I haven't been sleeping well," He said, a small yawn followed closely after. "Oh. By the way, what happened to Ellie? Where is she?" Charlie asked. Timothy gulped, trying to make up an excuse. "She's, uh- Mom came back yesterday and, um... She's with mom, yeah, with mom." Timothy stuttered out, hoping that Charlie would buy it. "But why did-" Charlie got cut off by Henry opening the door to Timothy's room.

"Hey, Charlie. Mommy needs us back home, okay? We'll be back tomorrow." Henry said while Timothy sighed at the distraction. Charlie got up and waved at Timothy, "Goodbye, Timmy! See ya tomorrow!" Timothy silently waved back, watched them leave, then looked over to his clock, 11:29, it read. Timothy sadly sighed as his room's door opened. Michael was standing in the doorway with a yellow flashlight in his hands. "You ready?"

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⚠️!Trigger Warning! Swearing, Mentions of Abuse⚠️

Five Days until the Party, Day 1, Part 2

Elizabeth and Timothy sat on a tiny bench in front of Michael's school, waiting for the bell to ring. Elizabeth was in a puffy blue jacket and a long pink skirt with equally blue heels, ones that William spent at least a hundred dollars on. Timothy was wearing an oversized black hoodie that he got from Michael a few years back. He had on jeans and brown boots that were covered in mud. The final bell of the day rang, and Timothy pushed his hands over his ears. Elizabeth pulled the younger boy closer to her as the teenagers ran out of the school. A few minutes passed by, and Elizabeth and Timothy grew warier each time a short boy that looked like Michael passed. Finally, Michael and three other boys walked out of the doors. They all towered over him. "Hey, Timmy! I see Mike!" Elizabeth said as she prodded the barely conscious boy. Timothy yawned and looked on absent-mindedly. Michael scanned the crowd until he found them. He nodded over to the tallest boy and said something around the lines of, "See ya' tomorrow, guys!" And ran over to the younger kids.

"Hey, Mikey!" Elizabeth yelled, drawing the attention of some of the kids. "Hey, guys! How are you both?" Michael asked while picking the half-asleep younger boy up. "We're good, Tim fell asleep in class, so you have to go to the principal's office." Elizabeth responded, mispronouncing the word' principal.' Michael chuckled and muttered a "Cool. What time?" Michael was used to going to his sibling's school for one reason or another. He went to a 'meet the teacher' event once, and most people thought he was their father. He didn't mind, though; he didn't want others to know about their 'situation.' "At 6:30, do you think we can get ice cream after that?" Elizabeth said as they got up and grabbed Michael's hand. Michael smiled and said a quick, "Okay." And clasped her hand as they walked through the school gate.

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Michael sat the sleeping boy down on the neat, little bench sitting crooked on the equally small porch while he unlocked the door. Elizabeth wandered up onto the bench and settled down next to her brother, waiting for Michael to open the door. She pulled one of the yellow throw pillows off the bench and stared at it, remembering when it used to be a bright white. Michael gave a small glance towards the empty driveway. "Fuck." Michael mumbled under his breath. "What's wrong, Mikey?" Elizabeth asked, now leaning on Timothy's shoulder. Michael knew if he told the truth, she would start freaking out, so he just decided to lie. "Hey, nothing's wrong." "Then, why did you swear? You swear when things are wrong, right?" Elizabeth looked confused, but Michael changed the subject quickly. "Hey, remember when we played robbers when we were younger? With the broken window?" When Michael and Elizabeth were younger, Elizabeth found a broken window that leads to the basement. Where then you could get through a small trapdoor that went to the kitchen. Since it was the only way to actually get to the basement. Michael and Elizabeth were the only ones who knew about it; they had told their mother before she- No. Neither Michael nor Elizabeth like thinking about that. About her.

"Yeah, I remember! Why?" She asked, sounding happy that Michael remembered to. Elizabeth moved her head off of her brother's shoulder. She was excited to play with Michael again, even if it was just for the short time her father was at wherever he went when Henry was out of town. "I thought we could play it again while Tim's asleep, does that sound nice?" Elizabeth nodded eagerly; she got up and laid Timothy's head on the throw pillow. They didn't live in the best neighborhood, so Michael silently thanked God that the window was behind the house. The truth was William had changed the lock, for whatever reason, Michael knew he changed it. The lock was completely different, and Michael didn't have the key for it. William wanted him to get in trouble; he knew that they couldn't get in without picking the lock. Good thing William doesn't know about the window. Michael thought to himself.

Michael and Elizabeth went to the back of the house and found the opening. "This window is much smaller than I remember." Michael joked, which earned a laugh out of Elizabeth. "Do you want me to go? I'll do it!" She asked while smiling. "Yeah, that sounds like a good plan." Michael suddenly pulled his hood on and said in a scratchy voice, "Open the door for me so we can both get the booty!" Elizabeth laughed again while Michael opened the window. He pulled the hood off, so others don't think he was actually breaking in. And Elizabeth slipped in. Michael quickly walked to the door and sat down on the bench, making sure to lift Timothy's head off the pillow. He pulled his hood up and laid Timothy on his chest for a short nap.

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Elizabeth pushed her body through the tiny gap, making sure to not rip any of her clothes or cut herself on the dangerous, small bits of glass that were still holding up after years of misuse. She was almost entirely in the house before a sharp, stinging pain tore a little cut in her right leg; she gasped and slowly brought her leg up and then broke the glass that cut her so it wouldn't hurt her anymore. Once Elizabeth was completely inside the basement, she dropped down at least seven feet to the floor, which only made her leg hurt even more. She pulled her skirt up to inspect the wound; it was around an inch long, and on her calf, it could be easily covered by a band-aid; she wouldn't want to worried Michael or her father. She got up and decided to push one of the tall shelves full of non-perishable food and other things for emergencies; so when the next person went down there, they wouldn't get hurt. It was way heavier than she thought it would be, so she had to use all her strength, which wasn't very much for a ten-year-old. Still, after around five minutes, she finally was able to move it. When she got done with that, she started walking through the small maze that was the basement; she couldn't even see the walls; it was just endless barriers of emergency stuff. Elizabeth walked for some more time, thinking about how much the cellar had changed since she was last down there; then she turned the final corner she found a box of medical supplies right next to the ladder that leads to the kitchen. Hell yes! Elizabeth thought before mentally attacking herself for swearing. She grabbed the box and opened it, finding the band-aids almost immediately; she put the box back where she found it when she was done. Elizabeth climbed up the ladder and pushed open the trap door with all her might until she heard the signature click of the door.

Elizabeth climbed up and onto the kitchen's grey tile floor; she looked up at the brown cabinets that were to high for anyone under six feet to reach. She always tried to get up there using the equally brown counters that complemented the floor, while the way to big flower print carpet under that was under an ugly lime green table did the exact opposite. Their mother was the one who chose the carpet, though an aunt on William's side that the children had never met picked out the table. Elizabeth never liked the table; she never liked the color green, she would even go out of her way to say she hates it. Elizabeth pushed herself up and moved towards the brown door; she always thought it looked small compared to the tall, dusty pink walls. She walked through the door and into the big, navy blue living room; two sunshine yellow couches contrasted nicely against the walls, bookcases lined the sides of the room, with books that haven't been touched for at least five years, covered in a thin line of dust. A walkway to the far right of the kitchen leads to the bedrooms that Elizabeth spent most of her time in; if it wasn't William's room, it was Timothy's, if not that, Michael's. She never liked her own room -even if it was one of the biggest bedrooms, second only to the master- it unsettled her; it wasn't just that her window was pointing towards a small forest that was dividing her house from their non-existent backyard, or the closet that she could've sworn had something living in it. No, it was the vent that connected to the big air duct, the one that anyone could get into; Elizabeth knew that someone went in there, she saw it, she saw her. Elizabeth was sure it was her mother, she had tried to tell her father, but he just brushed it off as a child's wild imagination, like Timothy's nightmares or Michael's 'emetophobia', whatever that meant.

Elizabeth went up to the front door and opened it to find Timothy and Michael resting against each other, Michael had his hand over Timothy's shoulder, and Timothy's head was on Michael's chest; they seemed comfortable. Elizabeth was happy that her brothers were getting along together and would hate to break it up, but Michael would get mad if she didn't wake them up to go inside since it was so cold. She nudged Michael's shoulder; he muttered some swears and looked up at Elizabeth. "Oh, hey, Eli. What happened? Is the door unlocked?" Michael said as he lifted his arm off of Timothy. "Yeah! And I found medical supplies in the basement! We can raid the house!" Elizabeth cheered; Michael smiled back at the girl, "Hell yeah! We get to steal everything now! William will regret this!" Elizabeth let out a chuckle.

"Regret what?" William asked, which stopped Elizabeth and Michael dead in their tracks. "Nothing, William." Michael started to talk back until William walked up to him; he reeked of cigarettes, and his breath smelled of booze. He's drunk. Again. Michael thought, now knowing to keep his siblings close to him today. William glanced over to the open door and scoffed, "And how'd ya' do that? Did ya' break-in." he said, more as a statement than a question; looking back to Michael -who was now holding the keys in a 'ready to stab' position-, William chuckled and whispered a sharp "Wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the kids, would ya?" Michael pulled Elizabeth behind him as William got closer and closer; until he was only a few inches away from Michael's face, "Remember the plan, or I'll bust ya' worst than last time. Got it?"

Michael gulped, but William just laughed and walked into the house. Michael watched him leave, and once he was sure that William was in his room, he woke Timothy up.

Timothy groaned and groggily asked, "Where are we?" Michael smiled and picked him up, "We're home, c'mon; let's get you to bed." Michael said, checking the time on his watch. It read 5:19. "What about the principal? Don't we need to go?" Timothy asked while yawning. "Nah, we have around an hour until we need to leave; you can sleep; I'll wake you up on time, don't worry." Michael responded as he and Elizabeth walked inside. Timothy gave a small nod while rubbing his eyes, "Okay." Michael made a beeline to the smaller boy's bedroom, not even daring to look over to William's room. Elizabeth sat down on the yellow couch while Michael put Timothy to sleep. She decided to check on her leg. Elizabeth gasped; the cut was bleeding hard, the blood was even slipping through the band-aid, which was now soaked. Elizabeth knew that she would have to tell Michael about it; he was the best person to tell -Timothy would probably just cry and tell William, and William would yell at her until she told him where she got the cut.

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Michael pushed his dark brown hair out of his face; he had finally got Timothy to sleep, which wasn't as much of a task as it was in the past; Michael had noticed Timothy had been getting less and less sleep in the last few weeks; he was worried. He had just walked out of the younger boy's when he checked the time; 5:32 it read. Shit, I left Eli alone! What if William found her!? Michael thought before racing to the living room, there he saw Elizabeth, bleeding profusely from her leg; he ran over to her, Michael got down on his knees. "Eli! Are you okay?! Did William do this!? What happened!? Where is he?" Michael bombarded her with questions while Elizabeth tried to calm him down. "No, Mike. I'm okay, it's just a cut; I got it on the window, I'm fine." She said quickly, making sure that he hears each protest. "I just need a bandage; daddy did nothing. He would never hurt us!" Michael looked up at her and gave a relieved sigh, glad that William had never done anything to her. "Okay, that's good, but tell me about any injuries you get next time. I'm worried about you. Why didn't you tell me?" Michael responded, peeling the band-aid off her leg. "Okay, I will; I was just scared that you would get mad at me." Elizabeth said in a small voice; Michael just looked up at her with a sad face, "I'll never be mad at you, just tell me if you get hurt next time; now let's go get you a bandage, okay? There should be some in the kitchen." Elizabeth only nodded in response.