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πππππ ππ€ π¨ππͺ ππ π¨ππ€ πππ ππ ππ π€π₯ π π π₯ππ π₯πππ.
πΈππ ππ πππ π¨ππ€ πππ€ πππ₯πππ£ π¨ππ ππ€ ππ π₯ π€π πππ ππ π¨ππ π€ππ π¦ππ πππ§π π₯ππ π₯ππ₯ππ π π π πππ₯πππ£ ππ π£ π πππ₯πππ£ π¨π π¦ππ ππ π₯ π£πππ€π π ππππ ππ π₯ππ πππ₯πππ₯ππ π π₯π πππ£π π π£ π‘πππ ππππ ππ π π π§ππ£ π₯ππππ£ πππππ.
πππ πππ ππ π₯ πππ₯ππ£πππ£π π₯ππ π¦ππ, π¨ππͺ π¨π π¦ππ π€ππ?
πππ π¨π π£ππ ππ€ ππ£π¦ππ ππ¦π₯ π€ππβπ€ πππ π₯πππ£ π€π πππ ππ π¨ππ π€ππ π¨π πβπ₯ πππ₯ππ£πππ£π π¨ππ₯π..ππ₯ ππππ€π₯ ππ π₯ πͺππ₯.
William was nine years old when he saw the dead body of his mother. Killed by her βloveable husband β
really, it was no surprise, they had fought ever day it was a common occurrence. The women would end in bruises most of the time.
However, no matter how beaten she got she still loved her child.
She protected him as much as she could. He loved her. He hated her. He had hated her for getting him attached because now as he looks at her dead body that was beaten to death and open wounds from glass shards of the bottle of alcohol his father was drinking, he cries.
His mother would wipe away his tears, yet she cannot for her soul left this world leaving behind the vessel her soul used.
πππ π¦πππ§ππ£π€π ππππ₯ ππ π£ πππ. πππ πππ ππ π₯ πππ₯ππ£πππ£π.
After the argument his father had left and not returned for two days by then the body had grown maggots, flies and other insects.
William would never forget the image of his motherβs body being eaten by maggots.
That was the day he William developed a fear of death. He did not want to end up like that.
His father returned with the smell of alcohol, he gagged seeing what he did to his wife.
He had sighed and said βWell this dead body canβt bear me any heirs its all on you now Wills. When you grow older find a woman and breed some good heirs. β chuckling at the end of the sentence.
Williamβs father John had continued talking but his child wasnβt listening. β how could he say that!? β he was infuriated.
A slap echoed through the silent home. β Listen Boy, clean this mess I will take care of this trash. β he pointed at the body as he said trash β You tell anyone, Iβll beat you with that walking cane I used to use. β
And that was that.
John would later return smelling like smoke.
William was a smart kid and he would know what happened.
πππ ππππ₯ πππ€ππ¦π€π₯ππ, π£ππ§π ππ₯ππ ππ¦π₯ ππ₯ π¨ππ€ ππ π€π¦π£π‘π£ππ€π π¨π πππ ππ£π π€πππ π πππͺ ππ π π ππ π£ πππ§πππ ππππππ£ππ πππ π€ππ©. πππ π¨ππ€πππ€ π₯πππ€ π₯π ππππππ.
Without his mother to protect him William faced a lot of trauma and things he shouldnβt have. That no one ever should.
He was bullied by his peers. Teachers did nothing.
William was angry, oh so very angry it hurt.
At 19 years old he would move into the college dorms, he would meet his best friend ( he would kill his child nono not in this timeline Michael will not allow that. Her child would not. Her sweet child, determined to save everyone but himself. ) and wife
Not before he kills his father John Afton.
He would push him down the stairs making it look like an accident.
He was unsatisfied, the man should suffer but he did not want to risk getting caught. He was young, he was desperate to be free.
He would inherit the house, but he wouldnβt live in it.
The house hadnβt felt the same after his mother, Anabelle Jones Aftonβs died.
πππ π¦πππ§ππ£π€π ππ¦ππ€ πππ€π€ππ₯ππ€ππππ.
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William grunts as he gets out the car frustrated that he left some important paperwork at home.
Walking to the door he turns the key and walks in.
He takes off his shoes near the door and goes upstairs.
The scent of smoke hits him and he grimaced.
Right, he's been smoking and the smell didn't go away.
He hated the smell of smoke even though he smoked, when he's smoking he gets lost in his own mind so the smell doesn't bother him as much.
' Mother would be so disappointed and THAT MAN THAT DEVIL who gave him his last name his father would laugh and say ' I told you, didn't I? Our son is as useful as a wet paper ' '
Grabbing the papers that were on the wooden desk he closed the door,locks it and goes downstairs.
As he was about to leave he heard noises in the kitchen.
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' Clara? No, she's walking the twins to school by this time. Michael? Can't be as he usually leaves to go to his friend's. '
' an intruder? '
He silently and carefully walks to the kitchen.
As he turns the corner quickly he gives a right hook to the stomach to-
To Michael ?!
' I'm not going to be able to go to work in a few minutes, am I? ' he thinks pissed.
As pissed as he may be , he won't leave his son here injured. He'll stay till he comes back conscious or he'll hear an earful from Clara, how annoying.
He should bribe his son to not tell anyone too.
' damn. '
