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H e ' s a l r e a d y s c a r r e d ;;

who is it if it's not norman? :o ~shy anon™

bradford :)

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N O

who is it if it's not norman? :o ~shy anon™

bradford :)

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god when he was creating jacob

god when he was creating william:

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i mean

i made a will and jacob comparison pic and idk what to think ~shy anon™

s h o w

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So this contains child abuse (physical and verbal), injuries, very triggering topics in general. I used every important tag that I could think of, and I got thirty tags now, that's the limit, so everyone who has those tags blocked won't see it anyways. I would add a cut, but Tumblr is buggy for me right now and it won't work, I'm sorry. Tell me if there are any warnings else to add please, and scroll past this if you're sensitive to violence and abuse.

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"WILLIAM!"

Jacob slammed his fists against the door full force, over and over again.

"WILLIAM, OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT"

William curled up in the corner, as far away from the door as possible, trying to shove his fist into his mouth to stifle a sob.

Another string of curses followed. His father was in a much worse mood than the days before.

"I told you not to lock the door in the first place, and what does my brilliant son do?" Jacob asked, his voice menacing, "I'm gonna get in there, trust me."

He started banging on the door again, even more violently this time, followed by incoherent shouting.

"MOM!" William choked, feeling like he had forgotten how to breathe, "M-MOM!"

"Shut up," he heard his father growl, "Laura is outside. Scream all you want. You get what you deserve eventually, son."

William started scratching at his arms in panic, not even noticing when they started to bleed. His mother was usually the one to tell Jacob off, at least she tried to, and she was the only one who could make all of this stop, at least for a while.

"MOM PLEASE!" William gagged, breathing heavily as the banging on the door intensified.

The noise stopped abruptly, and there were footsteps in the hallway. Was he leaving? William didn't move an inch. All he could hear was his own heavy breathing. The skin on his arms felt like it was burning by now, there was blood all over his fingers. William stopped scratching and leaned his head back against the wall.

Suddenly the footsteps in the hallway were back, coming closer, and William held his breath as he heard the door being unlocked.

Of course. The spare key in the supply closet.

The door was flung open, and William got grabbed by the collar.

He squirmed like he always would, turning his head away in an attempt to protect his face. Jacob forced his son to look at him, then slapped him hard across the face.

"Be still," he growled.

William whined, scared for his life. He had to force himself to recall all the times this had happened before, because all those times he hadn't died, either.

Another smack across the face, harder this time.

"No," William whimpered, not realizing he was talking out loud, "Please let go! Let go!"

Jacob dropped him carelessly, shaking his head in disapproval.

"You must learn to listen to me. I'm doing what I'm meant to do. Teaching you."

William curled up into a ball again, whispering words he didn't even understand himself, trying to focus on his own voice desperately.

"All you do is bitch and whine," Jacob spat, and he kicked the helpless boy, hard enough to make him wheeze in pain.

"But you don't understand. This is what you deserve."

Jacob fell silent, staring at the boy on the floor. Seeing his child hurt like this didn't faze him.

He had done worse things to William before, anyway.

"William," Jacob said eventually, his tone oddly soft. William glanced up at him. It was too soft to be genuine. It was revolting.

"Come now." He grabbed William's wrist and forced him to stand.

"I-I want to-...Can I go to sleep?" William asked hoarsely, "Please, d-...dad."

Jacob smiled, and nothing would have brought William more joy than slapping the jovial expression right off his father's face.

"You think you're allowed to rest?"

William slowly shook his head, casting his eyes down.

"That's right. We're not done for today. You and me, we're gonna smoke a pack or two, what do you say?"

"I don't want to smoke," William whispered, "Mom says it's bad."

Jacob grabbed him by his hair and started dragging him out of the room, causing William to squirm again, screaming in protest. "I don't want to! D-Dad, I don't want to!"

"Oh, don't you worry. You're not going to."

William was confused, not able to process all of this at the time.

His father dragged him to the supply closet.

"What are you doing?" William asked anxiously. Jacob proceeded to light a cigarette, then grabbed the boy's wrist and held it firmly. That was when William understood.

Ten minutes later Jacob took him back to his room and left, not saying a word. William stumbled towards his bed and screamed into the pillow for an hour. He stared at the glaring red marks on his wrists and his palm and screamed again. William could hear his mother in the kitchen. She was probably preparing supper, but William was shaking, he was nauseous and his eyes were red and puffy. He was not going to have dinner today.

Mental images of his father flooded Willam's mind, and he dug his nails into the palm of his unharmed hand.

"I'm going to kill you," he whispered, seemingly out of nowhere, but it was a thought that kept coming back. William felt a spark of anticipation as lots and lots of different ideas began to form in his head. After all, he had had vivid dreams about Jacob's death before.

Dreams are wishes the hearts makes.

William shifted his weight to rest on his back, careful to not make a sound although Jacob wasn't nearby anyway. He stared at the ceiling, nodding to himself.

Jacob wouldn't even know what hit him.

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The Afton family was spending the afternoon at Freddy's again.

Well, Michael hadn't wanted to go see his father at the pizzeria at all, but his mother had been persistent, as always.

”Mom, I don't want to see him dance.“

*sigh* ”You can, well I don't know, ignore him if you want. Would that be okay, Michael?“

”It doesn't make a difference! I know he's dancing!“

”It's your dad's job, Michael. It's for the kids, and the kids love it! Now get into the car, please.“

”Yes, mom...“

So here they were.

Elizabeth and Norman were both eating, Bradford too, of course. Michael was leaning against the wall, refusing to take a seat. Madison, who was sitting with the three other kids, looked up at him.

”Why don't you sit down, Michael?“

Michael muttered something about gross greasy furniture, and suddenly William entered the dining room, suited up as expected.

”Daddy!“ Elizabeth screeched, overly happy. Norman shyly looked up from his food and smiled when he saw his dad, and Bradford waved, taking another bite of his pepperoni pizza.

Madison's eyes lit up. ”William! Over here!“

Michael sighed and looked to the side.

”Why hello, my dear!“ William greeted his wife, ”Hello kids!“

The boy just sighed once more, ”Father.“

William glanced at him. ”Michael.“

Madison clasped her hands, smiling up at her husband. ”Are you performing now?“ she asked, trying to distract everyone from the tension between father and son.

”Of course! The kids must see my new choreography, after all.“

Michael was already scared of what he'd have to see, but his siblings didn't seem bothered at all. Actually, Michael used to be a much more joyful kid, like his Foxy fanboy brother, but today he was just really tense.

A small crowd of children had gathered around William, and he threw his hands up.

”Hello, everyone!“ he started talking to the children, ”Tell me, are you kids ready for your rabbit fella's new show?“

The children cheered, and William nodded.

”Alright. Let the fun begin!“

Michael watched in horror as his father started to wave his arms and proceeded to hop around the room like some stoned astronaut.

”It's okay, I don't even know him, I've never seen him before, it's alright,“ he quietly lied to himself as some kind of reassurance.

A waitress nearby had heard his little monologue and tilted her head to the side in confusion.

”Sorry, but isn't Mr Afton your father?“

Michael pointed at William while staring at the lady in exasperation, ”I have never seen this man in my entire l i f e.“

Madison, suddenly standing beside him, put a hand on his shoulder. ”Calm down, Michael.“

”I am calm, mom, but this is just embarassing.“

”Your dad is entertaining the kids. They're having fun, and that's the point. You don't have to be embarassed, Michael.“

Michael gestured vehemently. ”He's acting like a darn bunny, mom! He's eating a carrot in his suit as we speak!“

They both looked at William who was indeed consuming a carrot, doing a little pirouette as the kids giggled and cheered.

”That's part of the show, Michael,“ Madison said eventually, ”I know that dance looks,“ she watched as her husband literally slapped his knee and performed a little jump, ”Strange, and I know you don't like watching it, but there's no need to be ashamed.“

He sighed, frustrated. ”I know, mom...“

Madison nodded and smiled a little. ”Now come sit with us! Do you want something to eat? Your siblings are really loving that pizza.“

”No, thanks.“

Ah, yes. Just another normal day for the Afton family.

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you mean

t h e d a n c e ?

imagine will’s wife see her husband do t h e d a n c e

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w e l l i h a v e n e w s f o r y o u

okay, you may or may not remember that one time where i was like "glitchtrap × reader fics will be a thing one day" ~shy anon™

they definitely will be

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Idek

w h y exactly are liz and norman will's faves? ~shy anon™

they’re better than michael and bradford

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when i just looked at that, i noticed that springtrap's head reminds me of an egg and i cannot unsee it, please help- ~shy anon™

H A, N O I W I L  L N O T H E L P

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I had to

i’m literally thinking of the “do you like hurting other people” meme but with william and spring bonnie

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“I drag my children everywhere with me.”

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Green

Green was the color of life, right? Most definitely, since that was exactly what he saw every time he looked into her eyes: Life. His life, because that was what she was.

”William!“

”Yes, dear?“ he responded, not looking up from his work.

”Didn't I tell you to take a break?“

”Yes.“

”Did you do so?“

”No,“ he said simply.

William couldn't be reasoned with, which was a quite well-known fact, yet he always knew that there was someone who would never give in, and of course, that someone was her. He could be stubborn as hell. Madison, however, was persistent.

”Now, would you come rest with me?“ she asked, pulling him into a hug from behind.

”I'm busy, my dear,“ he said distractedly, gladly leaning into the touch though.

In his judgement William was a good husband, and he truly knew how to make Madison happy. However, sometimes all she really wanted was him to go to sleep, or to spend more time with her and the kids.

”William,“ she said, voice stern.

”I don't need sleep.“

”Of course you do! It's late.“

”You're mistaken, my dear.“

”Am not. And before you mention it, running on caffeine isn't an excuse, love,“ she reminded him, her tone softening, ”Now come!“

Ten minutes later William found himself snuggling up to his wife in bed. Well, this once again proved that she could handle him well. She was the one who could.

”Good night, dear“ she smiled, ”Sleep tight, okay?“

He squeezed his eyes shut and stayed silent for several seconds. ”Is this satisfactory?“

She chuckled a little, ”No silly, that doesn't count.“

”Alright.“ He rested his head on her shoulder. ”Good night.“ Pretending to sleep was easy, and he would definitely continue his work as soon as she was asleep. She wouldn't notice...

”Good night.“ Madison ran a hand through his hair soothingly. ”Love you, Willy.“

He pushed back at her hand, almost like a puppy leaning into someone's touch when being petted. ”I love you too, Ma-“

And then his eyes snapped open.

William quickly scanned his surroundings, realizing that he was sitting at his desk. Apparently he had been zoning out in the middle of the day, and losing himself in times that had ended quite long ago. Huh. It had been a very vivid flashback for sure...

He stared at the surface of his desk for what felt like an eternity. Was it just him or was her voice echoing in the room?

”William!“

And her eyes. Of course, he could picture them so easily.

William wanted her to look at him again. Just once. Maybe twice. Or thrice. Or...

The last few minutes had been a trip to the past, sort of. At least for a while it had felt like she was there. And most importantly, alive.

But now? Now reality was confronting William with the truth, and it was the only truth that would ever be painful to him, to be completely honest.

That truth was that those green eyes had closed forever, and he was the one to blame.

He had been the one to end her life, but there was no way he would let go of Madison.

Ever.

William smiled to himself, as always.

She wasn't completely gone, after all...

How...comforting.

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@pizzeriafurryserialkiller i made a short vine comp with vines that gave me william vibes when i saw them idk

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@pizzeriafurryserialkiller a friend and i have decided that michael deserves hugs and william can't change anything about it. h a !

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wait, they're that mun?

the anon who hates that william is a sub is @hellishaesthetic, they sent those asks because they were uncomfortable with it but that’s no excuse for that.

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AND ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD

“HEY NOW, YOU’RE AN ALL STAR.”