#a; aftonrobotiics

[runelocked]

❝ we both know know what you've done. ❞ or ❝ you found my breaking point. congratulations. ❞ from henry :)

THE MOUNTAIN GOATS LYRIC STARTERS / ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

WILLIAM WANTS TO LAUGH. HENRY HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE’S GIVEN HIM. William wants to laugh in his best friend’s stupid fucking face, because Henry has always been too naive to realize just what William has been looking for. A breaking point. Three cheers for William and his obsession with seeing just how far he could bring Henry, and he should be thrilled, and he is, but in that nauseatingly thrilled way he’s come to associate with remnant and blood and thoughts of self - deluded grandiosity. Eyebrow raises automatically, hands reaching out as if he can physically, somehow, smooth Henry’s words, prevent them from feeling so grating and discomfiting. Pausing before he actually touches the man in front of him.

Because sure, William has wanted this. But as with most things nowadays, he’s not entirely sure what to do now that’s he’s got it.

“ Henry. ” He begins with what he knows. A name. Words curling upwards, the only sign that his smug uncertainty isn’t as performative as he might like it to be. Chuckles because he isn’t sure what else to do, used to pushing, but not so used to backing down. “ This is all it took. Really. ” He says that like ‘ this ’ is something very minor, not dead children and unethical experimentation and sheer utter madness. Wants, very suddenly, to tell Henry everything, a rabbit running towards the mouth of a bear. William refrains because he’s not stupid. Not entirely.

“ But you understand why ? ” He checks wildly, and then his hands are grasping, tugging Henry closer. A week of restless sleep and spiralling thoughts leading him to seeking physical contact again when he shouldn’t be given any. Certainly not from Henry, Henry who knows what he’s done to those kids, Henry who doesn’t know yet that he’s the one who killed Charlotte, too, “ You understand what I’ve done. My — My discovery. What I can do now. I mean — ” William’s laugh is arrogant and agitated, sensing he’s pushed Henry perhaps past the point of recovering their relationship, “ I can fix your family, Henry. My own too. This is for both of us. I killed for the two of us, Henry, don’t you understand that ? ” There’s one thing he won’t admit to of his own accord: that no matter how much he claims his actions are for others, over the past few years, they have become increasingly for his own gain over anything else.

[runelocked]

He does not expect sympathy from Michael - his boy is better than that, William had made sure of it. I deserve better: words that had powered him through his twisted, terrible not-life alongside the running mantra of I can must put you back together. William Afton wants nothing from his eldest son: not while he stands in a perfect new body with a perfect old family with everything he could ever want within reach. Time travel is not what he had expected from his incessant experiments: but who is he to look a gift - horse in the mouth ?

And yet Michael's contempt rattles him. His very presence rattles him. He is everything William wants to forget: a reminder of the life he had escaped from.

This family is not broken. This family has no need for remnant, or agony, or animatronics except from those at the first restaurant. Harmless. Toothless. And yet Michael stands beside him - broken, monstrous - and reminds William of his own rotting soul, reminds him that neither of them belong here.

" You cannot fault me for this, Michael. " A constant reprimand lingers on his tongue: William Afton will never allow his son to forget that he blames him, for everything, for all of it. " I deserve- " A laugh from upstairs. His wife, maybe, or Elizabeth. Simultaneously his and not his. William startles. " A second chance. A chance to prevent everything from happening again. I thought you would be thanking me for this. A chance to undo your mistakes. "

@slaughterlocked sent: “ I deserve better than this. ” to one of the other aftons or Henry?? whoever you’d like 👀.

soft angst sentence starters.

— the words bring pause to the eldest of three, the only of william's kids to survive childhood -- though what he's experienced can hardly be described as survival, he thinks. he should be fifty-five this year. he should have a family of his own. a lifetime of stories to tell. yet here he is, grotesque shell of one michael afton hidden away beneath an illusion made by sound, steel cables and animatronic devices holding his fragile body together still. a walking, talking corpse. collateral damage. and his father had the nerve to say HE didn't deserve this?

— ❝ we all deserve better. ❞ michael's voice remains level, but he does nothing to hide the look on his face. furrowed brows and narrowed eyes -- his father gets nothing short of disgust out of him. mechanical parts click as he flexes his knuckles, boney looking hands balling up into fists. ❝ but i hardly think YOU, of all people, have the right to complain. ❞

[faztastiic]

@aftonrobotiics - here.

. . . He might have been scared by the other because of the lights turning on suddenly. Freddy knew that he'd look a little suspicious but the Glamrock was setting down the two mics he had onto the table in front of him. Sun was gonna question him he knew it.

" I know what it looks like but-- ... I do not know how to explain this. "

[shadcwbitten]

who's fault is it, that things ended up like this?

CARRD. SIDEBLOG TO AFTONROBOTIICS.

[mute-call]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐒 & 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒

BOLD what applies. ITALICIZE what sometimes applies. STRIKE what doesn’t. REPOST & DON’T REBLOG.

likes artificial watermelon, sleeps in what they are already wearing, eats their cereal with milk, listens to music with earbuds, hates the summer, can recite passed the first four digits of pi, eats frosting out of the jar, doodles on their notebooks, can bake cookies, has a garden farm, has had a snowball fight, eats pancakes without syrup, prefers shorts over pants, can name more than ten superheroes, has a plan for the zombie apocalypse, uses the same password for everything, can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds, watches anime, hasn’t read harry potter, can say ‘ i love you ‘ in more than one language, prefers mechanical pencils, thinks space is cool, takes personality tests more than once to make sure, can’t tie their shoelaces, has a purse, likes salads, likes cool colors better than warm colors, knows how to braid hair, reads biographies, can ice skate, knows their mbti, reads astrology charts, prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy, plays video games, reads the newspaper, likes chocolate ice cream best, doesn’t cuss, memorizes song lyrics, collects coupons, has a preferred order at starbucks, likes movie theater popcorn, has seen a play, listens to music with headphones, owns a hoodie, would rather own cds than online copies, has written a poem, can shuffle cards, subscribes to a magazine, double dips when eating, drinks directly out of the milk container, keeps a journal

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[fazeruined]

@astraljams @aftonrobotiics

a silly thought but, imagine Sun actually just took the “i wanna eat your art” compliment literally so he thinks he’s giving you the highest compliment when he shreds (since he can’t eat) your art

Him, every time you dare to carefully (and lovingly) tuck a piece of his art that he's given to you away in a folder for safe-keeping: What am I doing wrong. Why Won't You Eat It.

[hannah20005]

[deanwithhisimpala]

Some Michael fanart!!

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reuploaded 💜afton family💜

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[hellokittyyloverrrr]

i am so down bad for William Afton it’s not funny anymore

[funbonded]

Funfred/Blob: Look Dad I'm sitting on a tank of trauma that you imposed on me/us all these years and I'm about to dish it back

William/Salvage/Burntrap: You're still a disappointment.

Funfred/Blob:

[prizecxrner]

“ ..........Why don’ y’jus’ say fuck. ”

[runelocked]

IF EVAN HAD NEVER BEEN THIS SCARED, WILLIAM HAS NEVER BEEN THIS ANGRY. At least hasn’t felt fury this way in a long time: rocking his entire body, unable to think clear. The look on Michael’s face as William had entered the room is one he’ll never forget.

…And neither is Evan’s. It’s only his youngest son’s terror that cuts a sharp line through the bloodied veil of anger that has descended — William had followed, of course he had, and could only watch helplessly as Evan had stumbled, staggered, and started sobbing. That all-encompassing anger won’t leave, but with the absence of Michael and the clear fear from his younger boy, all he can think to do is place a hand on Evan’s back, at a loss for any words that would help.

He’s never been a fantastic parent. His biggest failure is attempting to parent what his wife often said were his four children: Evan, Liz, Michael, and the diner. Spending more time away from home or locked up in his studies immersed in his work has brought his real children more troubles than he’ll ever admit: while he’s too stubborn and proud to say it, even he can’t quite ignore the shame gnawing like a dog with a bone at his heart.

“You’re safe with me,” are the only quiet, intense words he can muster at first, “you’ll always be safe with me. I wouldn’t ever let anything bad happen to you.”

What about the relentless teasing? The bullying? The tears he knows his son has been shedding for days if not weeks leading up to the party? Discarding his own guilt, William crouches down awkwardly, right next to Evan, very gently drawing him a little closer. His own heart is racing, like it might burst from his chest in rage and upset: if this is how he’s feeling, he can’t imagine Evan’s emotional state. The thought makes his voice soften again, lowering, and casting aside his pride and disappointment to speak:

“You’re more important to me than this place, little bear. And more than the animatronics. No matter how much love I have for them, you’ll always come first.” William presses his lips together, uncomfortable with his own gentleness. He pushes on stubbornly. “You’ll grow to like them in time—” (He’s sure of it!) “—but from now on, I’ll keep you away from them. You don’t ever have to come back here until you’re older.”

The hand on Evan’s back shifts to his shoulder, squeezing. Offering a little solidarity.

“I promise.”

@slaughterlocked sent: ❛  hey … it’s okay now. you’re safe here.  ❜ [ for the birthday boy :(<3 ]

soft angst sentence starters

michael was being mean to him. michael was always mean to him. and evan would always just take it, would never tattle on him to their father (he's busy enough as it is) -- but today. evan got lucky today. lucky that someone had gotten his father; lucky that he intervened when he did. evan's never been that scared before.

he'd ran off crying after michael and his friends had put him down. he didn't get very far, barely managing to stumble out of the front entrance before collapsing. and here he stays, curled up in a ball and sobbing, leaned up against the wall near the door. he barely registers his father coming out until he speaks.

❝ i'm not, ❞ evan insists through tears, ❝ i HATE IT here! he knows i hate it here, he knows i hate those stupid robots! ❞ he isn't looking at his father as he almost shouts the words out, only managing to curl up further into himself. whatever look is on william's face, evan doesn't want to see it. this place is his father's crowning achievement, and evan hates it. probably the only child in hurricane that does. that's how it feels, anyway.

❝ they were gonna put me in fredbear's mouth. ❞ the words come out in a whimper. it's only now that he lifts his head slightly, face wet with tears, eyes puffy and bloodshot. it almost looks like he's been crying all day. he has. ❝ i thought i was gonna die. ❞

happy birthday, evan.

[roxanncc-a]

╳┊ @aftonrobotiics LIKED FOR A STARTER! ೃ༄ // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Stay the course. That's what Vanny was told to do. That's why she came here, underground. Because he told her to.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be here, she wouldn't have the purpose she was so promised. And now, she did.

It was STRANGE, actually, that this mall was so expertly built over and around the location he lead her to – it weaved around, coiled like a snake. It seemed so natural, yet looking at it now was clear that it WASN'T.

Tip - toeing over charred remains, cords that were placed more recently that linked to generators propped around the location, she felt the enclosure with intent to find. Padded paws of her suit pat the lengths, dusting off aged debris that hung for life on these walls.

𝘉𝘝𝘕𝘕𝘠 ༻🔪༺. ' : ❝ Where are youu? ❞ She cooed, ❝ What did you want to show me? ❞

[aftontxt]

“ MAN did I really sleep through that fuckin’ FIASCO? damn tragedy, damn right. “