William Pods felt the cold steel bite into his wrists as the guards strapped him into the chair. The room smelled of disinfectant and burnt ozone, a grim reminder of what was to come. A preacher murmured a prayer in the background, but William tuned him out. No god he prayed to had ever answered, and he doubted any would start now.
The warden stood in front of him, his voice monotone as he read the charges one final time.
"William Pods, for the crimes of murder, conspiracy, and arson, you are sentenced to death by electric chair. May God have mercy on your soul."
William's lips curled into a faint smirk. "Doubt it."
The switch flipped.
Electricity coursed through his body, every nerve igniting in a symphony of agony. His vision went white, then black. For a moment, he thought it was over. Then he woke up.
Or rather, he though he woke up.
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The world around him was dark and void-like, an expanse of shifting shadows and unearthly whispers. William tried to move but found his body strangely weightless, like he was floating in an endless abyss.
"Dead already?" came a voice, sultry yet laced with something far darker.
William turned—or thought he did—and saw her. A woman stepped forward from the shadows, her crimson eyes glowing like twin embers. Her hair, jet-black and flowing like smoke, framed a face too beautiful to belong to anything human. Two small horns protruded from her forehead, confirming his suspicions.
"Who—"
"I'm Lilith," she interrupted, her lips curling into a sharp smile. "Daughter of the big bad himself. You've got a knack for catching attention, don't you, William?"
He frowned. "Lilith, as in Satan's kid? What the hell do you want with me?"
Lilith chuckled. "Oh, you're already in hell, sweetheart. This is just the nicer part of it. As for what I want... let's just say I'm bored. And you? You're interesting. Broken, cruel, but with a spark. I think I'll give you a second chance. Of course, it's not charity—there's a price."
William raised an eyebrow. "A price, huh? And what's the catch?"
She tilted her head. "A system. A tool to help you survive what comes next. Trust me, where you're going, you'll need it. As for the catch? Well, I don't really know everything about it. Father has... odd hobbies. Think of it as a game. You'll love it—or hate it."
Before he could protest, she raised a hand, and an otherworldly screen materialized before him:
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[SYSTEM ACTIVATION]
Initializing...
Welcome, William Pods. Your primary form has been selected: Fanon Variant – William Afton.
Available Sub-Forms:
- Glitchtrap
- The Mimic
- Springtrap
- ERROR 404 (Locked)
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William's eyes scanned the screen, a cold pit forming in his stomach. He didn't know what any of this meant, but the words "ERROR 404" sent an unnatural shiver down his spine.
"What's this?" he asked.
Lilith leaned closer, her eyes narrowing at the screen. "Oh, that's... new. Didn't know it came with that. Huh." She shrugged, unconcerned. "Must be one of Dad's little surprises. I'm sure it'll be fine. Probably."
"Probably?!"
But Lilith ignored him, snapping her fingers. "Well, good luck, Afton. Or Pods. Whatever you want to call yourself now. Try not to die too fast, okay? I want to see how this plays out."
Before William could respond, the void collapsed around him.
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William awoke in a ruined city, the sky above a kaleidoscope of clashing colors—red, green, blue, and gold battling for dominance. Buildings from wildly different styles and eras crumbled together, blending into a chaotic nightmare.
A voice echoed in his head:
[SYSTEM ONLINE]
Mission: Survive the Singularity.
"What the hell is this?" William muttered, standing up. His body felt different, heavier. He glanced at his reflection in a shattered piece of glass.
Gone was the man who had sat in the electric chair. In his place stood William Afton—taller, leaner, and more menacing, with piercing purple eyes and a faint metallic sheen to his skin.
The system chimed again.
You have unlocked: Glitchtrap.
Pain shot through William's body as his form shimmered, twisting into something horrifying. He doubled over, and when he looked up, his reflection had changed. A lanky humanoid rabbit stared back, its stitched face smiling unnaturally wide.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," William muttered, the voice of Glitchtrap layered over his own.
Somewhere in the distance, a shadow loomed—a hulking monster that looked like it had wandered straight out of Resident Evil.
The system spoke again:
Hostile detected. Begin adaptation process.
Lilith's laughter echoed faintly in his mind as William took his first step into the Sixfold Genesis.