Artzie55

William Afton stood up, his chest heaving and pupils constricted into pinpricks as he lifted the sledgehammer from the bashed-up form of an animatronic, now mangled and in a bent, twisted heap of metal on the damp, tiled floor. His nostrils flared as he began to laugh, a burst of low, maniacal laughter as he stepped back, dropping the hammer and wiping the oil blood of Freddy's lifeless form off his hands with his jeans. His ragged, labored breaths echoed off of the pizzeria walls as he stumbled briefly, leaning against the wall. "Finally..." he grunted with a deep, shaky exhale, looking around him. They were all here, Freddy, Foxy, Chica, and Bonnie, on the floor and dismantled by his hand. Their voices would torment him no longer... Afton paused at hearing a ghostly, child's laugh, his eyes widening as he turned slowly. He could see it now, a pale, dull glow rising from the battered animatronics, followed by four spirits, their hollow black eye sockets all streaming stained tear