The Fazbear Villain in a Hero's World

The hiss of leaking gas, the crackle of old, decaying wires, and the faint hum of dying electronics had been William Afton's lullabies for thirty long years. The safe room was his tomb, the Springtrap suit his eternal prison. His mind wandered in fragments, flitting between memories of his crimes and the hatred that festered within. Time lost meaning.

Until it all changed.

A sudden, unnatural light engulfed the room, accompanied by a deafening roar. The walls of his prison disintegrated, replaced by an overwhelming rush of sound and motion. Then, silence. For the first time in decades, Afton felt fresh air—if the acrid stench of smog and industry could be called fresh.

He stumbled forward, his animatronic limbs creaking and groaning with every step. His decayed flesh, bonded to the metallic frame, ached as if in protest. The sky above was an unnatural shade of blue, and towering buildings of glass and steel stretched higher than any structure he remembered.

Afton stood in the middle of a bustling street, and the world around him was alive with noise and motion. Pedestrians stopped to stare, their expressions a mix of fear, confusion, and morbid curiosity.

"Is… is that a villain?" someone whispered.

"Some kind of… robot?" another voice chimed.

Afton's glowing, pinprick eyes scanned his surroundings. Cars hovered slightly above the ground. Holographic advertisements floated in midair, their messages flickering with bright colors. The buzzing of this world's technology filled his ears. It was overwhelming—and intoxicating.

A nearby vending machine sputtered and sparked as he passed, ejecting its contents onto the pavement. Afton paused, his head tilting as he realized he could feel the machine's circuits as if they were an extension of himself.

"What is this…?" he muttered, his voice distorted and metallic.

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Far above the chaos, a pair of sharp, intelligent eyes watched. Principal Nezu of U.A. High School had been monitoring the strange energy surge that disrupted half the city's electrical grid. From his vantage point atop a nearby rooftop, he observed the towering figure in the green, corroded suit. He had never seen anything quite like it.

"Interesting," Nezu murmured. With a single bound, the rodent-like principal leapt from the rooftop and landed gracefully on a lamppost near Afton, drawing the strange figure's attention.

"You're causing quite the scene," Nezu said calmly, his voice carrying a disarming warmth. "I'm assuming you're new here?"

Afton turned his gaze toward the small, fur-covered creature. At first, he said nothing, his expression unreadable beneath the mask. But the glint of intelligence in Nezu's eyes held his attention.

"You talk," Afton finally said, his tone more amused than surprised. "What are you, a rat with a god complex?"

Nezu chuckled, unbothered by the insult. "You wouldn't be the first to call me that. Though, I must admit, you're more fascinating than I anticipated. You don't seem to belong here."

Afton's grip tightened on his mechanical hand. He considered leaving, but something about Nezu's calm demeanor intrigued him. For the first time in years, someone wasn't running from him—or trying to destroy him.

"Where am I?" Afton growled. "And what is this place? This… world doesn't match mine."

Nezu's ears twitched at the words. "Not your world? That's quite a claim. But please, enlighten me. What is your world like?"

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For the next few minutes, Afton recounted his story, his voice cold and detached as if describing someone else's life. He spoke of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, the murders that stained his soul, and the creation of the Springtrap suit—a trap of his own design that became his eternal prison. He explained how the world he remembered was one of simplicity, lacking the advanced technology he now saw everywhere.

"This… Quirk society you speak of," Afton said, his glowing eyes narrowing. "It didn't exist in my time. In my world, people were powerless. Technology was a tool, not… an extension of your souls."

Nezu listened intently, his sharp mind piecing together the implications. He believed Afton's story, not because of its absurdity, but because it explained the energy surge and the figure's unsettling presence.

"I see," Nezu finally said. "If what you're saying is true, then your arrival here is no coincidence. It's possible this world's energy has… altered you."

Afton's gaze darkened. "Altered me?"

Nezu nodded. "Your connection to technology—the way it reacts to you—it's not unlike a Quirk. If I were to guess, I'd say this world has given you the ability to manipulate machinery."

Afton was silent for a moment, then chuckled—a low, menacing sound that sent chills through the onlookers still watching from a distance. "So, I'm a monster with new tricks. How quaint."

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Nezu took a step forward, undeterred. "You call yourself a monster, yet you speak with a mind sharp enough to know what you've done. Monsters don't reflect on their nature, Mr…?"

"Afton. William Afton."

"Well, Mr. Afton, I propose we make use of your… unique skills. Join me at U.A. High School. I believe you have much to offer."

Afton tilted his head, intrigued. "Offer? You think you can reform me?"

Nezu's smile was enigmatic. "Reformation is secondary. What I value most is knowledge. And you, Mr. Afton, are a treasure trove of it."

Afton considered the offer. He had no allegiance to this world, but the idea of wielding his newfound powers—and potentially bending this world's rules to his will—was too tempting to resist.

"Very well," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Lead the way, rodent. Let's see what this world has to offer."

As Nezu guided Afton through the city, the principal couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. He had recruited many unusual individuals to U.A. over the years, but none quite like William Afton.