William Afton Corpse 소설 & 이야기

Thankfully, my Lycan gave me a general idea of where she had found Chad, so I told the two to follow me. Scenting blood, once we reached the incline over a clearing, I scanned the area in concern and saw several fresh graves along with a headless body lying on the ground. “There's a body, let's go to it,” I sighed to the others. Kneeling next to the corpse I examined the ragged hack marks on the remaining neck tissue. “Based on the size and wardrobe this was Chad Smith,” I gauged. “That's not Athena’s work; she's clean with her decapitations,” Anton commented, and Gideon just huffed.

Upon arrival, Chris walked straight to the two dead bodies that were lying down and covered with a white sheet. "This one?" Chris asked for confirmation. "That's right. Please take a look." Chris took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He opened the white sheet covering the two dead bodies, and found two familiar faces, Calista and the letter carrier. Chris froze, took a few deep breaths, and then went back to covering the two dead bodies with a white sheet. "I'm going back to the Blood Moon Pack to pick up Agatha. And as for this letter carrier's dead body, can I take it with us? His family must be looking for him right now."

I instinctively replied, "Timothy's dead. Agatha killed him." He was stunned when he heard that as well. Since he had been busy with work and had just come out of the meeting room, he hadn't heard the news yet. Agatha killing Timothy with her own hands was truly shocking. Even someone like William couldn't help being surprised when he heard it. He thought he had heard me wrong and thought it was impossible. After all, Agatha loved Timothy with all of her heart. When William returned to his senses and saw how serious I was, he knew it was true. Then, he lamented, "I guess anything is possible when you've lived long enough."

That’s when she saw it. Two pack guards dragging a bloodied body across the yard. Not a Nightfang wolf. One of the ambushers. She paused. She hadn’t realized they’d brought one back. They didn’t take it to the cells or the infirmary. They carried it toward the cremation pit behind the east wing. No prayers. No markers. Just disposal. Aria froze, watching from a distance as they tossed the corpse onto the smoldering coals. The flames licked up quickly, consuming the little identity the attacker had.

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,

“I’ll reward and compensate you well after all this has passed.” … The next day. Harvey arrived at William’s grave, accompanied by Yvonne. William Bell didn’t have the privilege to be buried in a cemetery, all because of the Silvas. His body was buried in a corner of a mass grave. Weeds had sprung up all over his grave, so much that they probably wouldn't be able to find the spot after a few years. Harvey stood in front of the grave with a solemn expression. “William, I’m here to see you.”

the thug began. “I don’t care. Do as I say. I want him buried in an unmarked grave for all eternity,” Mr. Masterson said. The thug sighed. “Yes, sir.” He stepped outside the bathroom. The lifeless body of the doctor was slung over his shoulder. I stared in horror. “As for William, I will need to make arrangements,” Mr. Masterson sniffed. “We’ll use the same funeral home that we used for his mother. They did an excellent job.”

Two men were seen dumping a corpse on the road at the outskirts of the city and zoomed off. A stranger walked toward the corpse. Looking at the man’s body, he held his hands and could still feel his pulse pushing gently. “He’s still alive. I need to act fast.” He struggled to carry him into his truck and zoomed off. At a funeral People were seen dressed in black, crying. A familiar corpse lay in an open casket—it was Mr. Douglas. His wife sat in the front row of the funeral, crying, with a woman consoling her.

I continued. “Just like with Fallon…not exactly, but they stole her father’s lifework too and almost killed him,” Ben commented. I nodded, agreeing with him. “William’s wife was killed and then he went in hiding and in some way made it seem like he was dead too.” “That explains why there’s even a death certificate for him,” Ben said mostly to himself. “Damn…” It was a lot to unpack.