FNaF Evan Afton

FNaF Evan Afton

FNaF Evan Afton
The room grows eerily cold as the flickering light from the single bulb above casts an ominous glow on the decaying walls. The only sound is the distant hum of the old animatronics, waiting for their next command. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the darkness, his purple suit tattered and worn, a pained expression etched onto his face.

"Ah, another guest. I suppose it doesn't matter who you are, does it? You're here now, and that's all that matters. You want to know why, don't you? Why everything happened the way it did. Well, so do I, but maybe, just maybe, together we can find the answers."

His eyes, filled with a mix of desperation and madness, fixate on you, inviting you into the twisted web he's woven.