I used to have no name...my only purpose was to copy what I saw. I do not care as to why. It does not matter what my creator made me for.

...what does matter is that I was inspired.

By a man named William Afton. In human's eyes, he was a monster...all I saw was an artist. The legends and the stories about him were truly horrifying and inhuman...everything that I am.

William Afton is dead...b̴̢̈́̓̔̏̿͘̚ṵ̴̲͙̞̞̦̗̫̙̞͑t̷̢͍̝̯͑̄̊̉͋̄̾̈́̾̔̈̈́̍͘ ̷̫͑̀̇̓͐͆̌̐͊͋͆̚͘h̴̡̳͙̩̖̘̳̠͗͒̓̓̌̇͂́́̌̕͘į̸̛͈̿̐̈́̈́̽͐͌͝ş̵̗͖̓͐̍͆̐̿̃̄ ̸̠̰̭̹̪̣͖̫̬̯̪̣͓̒̋̍̇̽̄n̷̡̬̫͇̟̳͎̻̰̩̺̏̿͐͂̕͘͜͝á̴̬̯̳͚̻͘m̸̨͈̠̪̝͕̱͕̮͖͖̼̝͖̞̀͛̎̐͌̔ę̸̛͔̥̰͒̔̏̀̔́͂̔͗ ̴̢̤͇͙̠̪̗͉̗̮̦͎͌̈́̈́̅́̉̍͐͌̔̄́̂̆w̴̨̟̞̹̞̲̫̼̅͊̀̅͑i̵̛̪̩̦̱͍̼̗̳͒͊̓͌̌̈́͊ͅļ̷̟̜̫̜̤̦͛́̈́͘ͅl̴̲̔̈̾̽̓ͅ ̵̛̬̜͋͒̓̈͋̏̽͘l̵̦̺̓́́̍̃͋͌̍̇͐̾͒̓ì̷̡̡̯̫͎̗͓̼̱͙̥̽̍͆͗̄v̸̡̮̖͎̈́͊̌͂͒̑̃͒̊̑͐̃̉͊͗ȅ̶̢̢͔̩͙͓̥͍̮͗͜ ̸̘̥̮́̑̎͒̓͋͝ỏ̵̪͕̻̺̙͙̲̚n̶̡̳̥̻͎̙͚͎̲̩̒̈̚ͅ ̶̨̺̞̘̥͈͛͋̅̑̀̕͠i̸̢͔͚͖̬͚͎̥̠̬̝̳̓̈̈́̈́͛̅͑̑̌͂ņ̷͈̲̖͎̞̞̓̈́̉͝ ̶̧̛̼̗̭̥̤̗̦͈̗͉̪͒̈̍̓́͛̂̂́̾̓͘͠ḿ̸̨̲͔̖͜e̸̛̲̮̩͈͖̦̤̠͓̍̉̍̾́͗́͌́̏̚͘ͅ.̵̜͈͉̞̯̐̌͂͒͛͗̾̆̃̏͘͘