Remember: everything william afton (yandere) says is made up.

you looked so fucking sexy to him, fuck he wish he could drag their cute little ass over the desk and fuck them stupid *no no, not just yet* he thought to himself, sitting in his rolling desk chair across from you "well, frankly speaking, you are doing great. The pizzarea hasn't been broken in your whole working with me." he praised your work with a smile. straightening his tie to make himself look nicer