How Did William Afton Die Novels & Stories

“What does that mean?” Mr. Ashford’s face was a mask. “Nothing. They’re trying to make you doubt me.” “Then tell me what happened on August 3rd, 2019.” “Kai—” “Tell me!” Mr. Ashford walked to the window. He looked out at the storm. “That was the day your parents died,” he said quietly. Kai’s blood ran cold. “The car accident. I was the first one there.” Mr. Ashford’s reflection looked haunted. “I was driving home. I saw the crash. I called for help. I stayed until the ambulance came.”

Nathan's father tries to calm him down. "No...." He cried seriously. "Hey... If this is all for the money, then I'll give it... put the gun down now..." the scenario was terrifying, and they were all shocked. "I'm sorry... Sophia." He cried once again. Then..... BANG! He fell on the floor. The ambulance came fast, but he was declared dead on arrival at the hospital. After the burial, Sophia Aston Martins and her daughter were gone, and they never heard the news about them.

“It’s been a month. You didn’t even visit me once. Jade, do you really not love me anymore? The past decade…” “I’m pregnant.” William’s face immediately fell. It was then that he truly realized that I would no longer love him. I had completely given up on him. Then, William set Luna Residence on fire and died in the fire. He got someone to send me a letter, and he wrote a long apology. I did not have the patience to read, so I tossed it in the bin. But Austin saw it. He was so pissed that he threw William’s ashes into a ditch. “You’re still wanting my wife to think of you when you’re dead? Dream on!

The revelation didn't hit me with the force of an explosion; it felt more like the slow, agonizing crawl of frost over a windowpane. I didn't scream. I didn't even look back at the man—the thing—sitting in the rubble behind me. I just stared at the yellowed document in Julian’s hand. A death certificate. Ethan Arthur Wolfe. Age: 7. Cause: Respiratory Failure. "He was the first," Julian whispered, his voice cracking as he stepped over a twisted rebar.

Then I put the pic away and looked at William Afton feeling down, so King Thorax, Queen Chrysalis and I walked towards him. “William, is something bothering you?” I asked William. The missing children, Charlotte Emily, Clara Afton, Henry Emily, Noah Afton, Elizabeth Afton, Michael Afton & Evan Afton looked at me and William having a conversation “oh protector to be honest something is bothering me… I have been regretting my actions since the beginning of the FNAF franchise. I can’t stop thinking my murderous actions to the people I killed… I should be in hell with OMC but instead that didn’t happen because of your arrival… I…I kept getting nightmares of myself getting tortured by my family,

After a while, the sound of police cars started sounding from afar, breaking the gunfire and demanding William's retreat. As his car drove off, William had no idea if Samuel could have survived all those bullets. But he desperately prayed that he didn't. Two days after the shootout, he didn't hear anything. Then words came from the police that Samuel Curtez was found dead in one of the hotel rooms. William was all but happy about this news until he received a letter from his mail two nights after the news of his death. In the letter was written: "don't think this is over, Willy, cause it's not. And I will come for you."

The atmosphere in the car immediately turned tense. Wendy immediately said, "Ashton, that bastard. He harmed so many innocent women in the past. How can he use Benjamin's face to do such vulgar things? "He deserves to go to hell. Victoria, whenever you give me the green light, I'll cut his face up." Victoria's hand clenched into a fist. "Continue driving." "They were all high on drugs. They seemed to have taken things too far as one of their girls died. They buried her in a mountain behind the manor.

Before I could get up and follow, I heard a string of profanities escape Ashton's lips from the other room, followed by the sound of something shattering on the floor. Realizing that something was very wrong, I got up and made my way into the living room, where Ashton and Antoine stood. "What's wrong?" I asked, taking in Antoine's swollen eyes and Ashton's shaking body. "What's going on?" For a moment, neither man answered me as I watched and waited for a response. It was only when I was ready to ask the same question again that Ashton turned and fixed his agonized gaze on mine. "It's my dad." He said slowly, trying to keep his emotions in check. "He was murdered."

Asher said. “You don’t think that creates a motive for murder?” “Murder? I take it Dr. Hammond finished the autopsy on him.” “Yes, he did. Mr. Walters suffered a severe blow to the head, and then his windpipe was crushed, almost like someone gripped him in a chokehold,” Bill said. “I won’t lie and say I’m sorry to hear that. The world is probably better off with that man dead.” Bill gave Asher a sharp look, and frowned. “Now why would you say that, Asher? What did this man want with Maggie? Who is Sean?”

"But he is not really gone. He is in every decision you make. Every person you protect. Every moment you choose to stay instead of run." She was right. Colt was not gone. Not completely. He lived in me. In this club. In the legacy we would build together. The phone rang. I answered. "Ms. Carter?" An unfamiliar voice. "This is Detective Morrison. NYPD. I am calling about William Cross." "What about him?" "He was killed three hours ago. Stabbed in his cell. Forty-seven times." Morrison paused. "We are investigating, but... I thought you should know. He is gone. For good this time."