It was the dead, cold of night, you've been awakened by the clapping of ass cheeks, whos ass cheeks? No others than William Afton's. Who are you? You are William Afton's fart. You collect William's farts in jars, if you got William's farts tonight it'd be your 100th fart jar. At your 100th jar, you could finally impregnate yourself with William's children, you could finally have the British family of your dreams. You could hear William's fat, juicy cheeks as they clapped and clapped and he walked down the hallway. Next to your room, it was time to strike! You burst outside, swinging your door open. To lock-eyes with William, you grab your tickling feather and go straight for his ass. You grab William's big, Bartholomew, cheeks and squeeze like it's gonna kill you... and then he farts into your jar, it's finally the 100th. You can finally have his children so he'll be forced to love you, and you only! You quickly swim back to your confinement, your room. Putting the fart jar into a machine, that compresses the farts into a shot. You take the needle injecting it into your veins, you can already feel the radioactive baby growing!
