(Time skip to 1987 because I'm terrible with time skips)
William rubbed his head, running his pale fingers through his now eggplant-purple hair. He stumbled out of the room and collapsed onto his bloodstained bed, not bothering to wipe away the fresh blood dripping down the faucet nor dispose of the knives that littered the floor.
William Afton, like the rest of his family, had given up completely.
The man closed his eyes, bracing himself for the torture that he knew he would soon receive.
What he wasn't anticipating was an empty, white room. Or almost empty.
Akumu was slumped upon a throne of bloody red, his legs crossed in an awkward position. He currently wasn't paying any attention to his surroundings, occupying his darkened mind by tuning the strings of his banjo. He hummed a pleasant tune, giving the torture room a blissful atmosphere.
William sank down against the wall opposite from his torturer, weary of both mind and soul. He coughed up yet another spring lock and closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable.
After 3 hours of tuning his trusty banjo, Akumu finally looked up and saw William napping in his dream. "Willikins! When did you get here? I haven't furnished the torture room nor picked out a cute outfit!"
William rolled his eyes, wanting nothing more than to beat the shit out of his personified nightmare, but restrained himself. If I attack Akumu now, I'll have hell to pay later.
Akumu sighed, plucking the strings of his banjo in a melancholy manner. "Why do you choose to let go of your control? This is your mind, but you never fight me or lash out."
William paused, attempting to formulate a response. "I-I don't want to suffer anymore...yet if I fight back I'll suffer even more."
Akumu nodded. "So, you're afraid. Your son had more fighting spirit than you did. He took back his mind after a mere 3 days of torture. 3 days. Man, that kid was impressive, according to my boss."
"Y-your boss?"
"That isn't important right now. So, what should I do to you my sweet Willikins? Spring lock your heart? Rip your limbs off slowly? Force you to swallow a forever-burning match? Force you to bathe in acid? So many possibilities!"
"N-no please..." William was now panicking, clutching his throat desperately as it ached.
Akumu smiled before vanishing, saying a final line that would make any man tremble in his boots.
"Maybe I've been targeting the wrong person...just be sure to check on your child tomorrow...you never know when he'll disappear."