FAZBEARQUEST: Where Fantasy and Fun come to Die: A World of Horrors CK2 Quest

William Afton was a genius, and he didn't speak out of arrogance. Anyone with a functional brain would confirm his claims, for who else would be able to do what he could.

Henry was smart, that he could admit, but William was better. Where Henry made robots, William made works of art. Where Henry couldn't be trusted with the money in his wallet, William could make a fortune out of pocket change. Where Henry saw problems, unpassable barriers, William saw opportunities and stepping stones.

Even so, despite all his flaws, Henry had been smart. The same could not be said for the stupid, unremarkable, completely inept man he had the displeasure of having to work with.

"I'm truly sorry mister Afton, but with that problem in the wiring, we will have to tear down a lot of the work we had made already to ensure the place won't catch fire." The man said in a low voice, his eyes everywhere except William's. The man was intimidated, worried. As he should!

But William wouldn't be the good bussinessman he was if he lost his temper at every annoyance that came his way. Pushing down his anger and giving the man his best smile, he assured him that it was okay, understandable, even, no one wants Circus Baby to get up in flames in its first week of service, staining the name of his company.

He made sure the man understood how it was of absolute priority that the building was pristine, that everyone could find beauty in this place.
He mentioned a few other company's that worked with building in the area, made sure the man knew that, at any moment, his services could become quite unnecessary. Not that he said it like this, of course he wouldn't, but the man knew what he needed.

Only after dealing with the stupid excuse of a competent worker, only after he left his office and allowed William to be surrounded only by his thoughts, did he let the anger and displeasure show in his face. What he wouldn't give just so that everyone could be as capable as he was, so that his careful made plans weren't scattered to the four winds just because some idiot crossed the wrong wires.

Alas, it was impossible, for he was the only one as capable as himself: a blessing and a curse.

Even with this unforeseen delay in the conclusion of the place, he wasn't Henry, the buffon who would go crying home if such thing were to occur in one of his locations. He saw this as the opportunity it was.

More time in construction meant more time to market, more time to spread the name and face of his soon-to-be business. More marketing meant more hype, more of a desire to see if this new place would be as good as it sounded. More hype meant more people, more money, and enough hype would be, on its own, more marketing.

It would also give him a bit more time to flesh out the last details of his blueprints, to make sure Foxy could better replicate voices, make sure Freddy could recognize parents more easily. To make sure Circus Baby was the magnum opus she could be.

And so, William started to work.

He double- and triple-cheked every calculation, he toyed with the idea of allowing Freddy to store gifts in his stomach hatch, so that no one would question why he had a hatch in the first place, before discarding it. Would be too much trouble to always be sure he didn't show a mangled corpse in a birthday or something similar.

From time to time, he gave and answered phone calls, ensuring that the other parts of his business where going well without his direct supervision. He sent emails to his investors, getting them up-to-date with the construction and showing parts of his blueprint to the ones who were really putting money in this place.

Not that they could understand the geniality of his designs, the only one who could come close to that was Henry, but showing the progress by his own volition made them trust him, and if they trusted him, they would give him more money to work with.

Yes, he did have a lot of money, but with what he had planned for the future, money would be needed at some point.

He took a break to rest his eyes and hands from the hard work of designing groundbreaking technology to ruminate a little about the last few days.

He was staying home less and less every day that passed, throwing himself at work with an intensity that would make others sick, but he could manage. He had done so at the start of his previous business too, before things had settled in a more stable work flow.

Speaking of Freddy's, they had refused his offer. That was a shame, he really wanted to get one more look in the previous animatronics, but it wouldn't matter in the long run.

The new CEO, Karl something, was probably going to see that place filing bankruptcy in a few months, maybe a year if he was lucky. WIlliam could try to buy whatever remained of them after that happened.

Perhaps they had found another investor too keep them afloat for the moment, hoping for a miracle that could turn the tables and put them back into stable ground.

In the end, it really didn't matter, Freddy's could never compete with Circus Baby, he would make sure of that.