William x Henry

Chapter 7

Hi everyone! Before I start this story, I want to say thanks for reading! And also that every five chapters the character focus will switch from now on. So right now we're still focusing on William! Have a great day/night!
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William smiled and took a step inside the house. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol was so strong when he stepped in, he almost turned around and walked back out. What had happened to Henry? William scrunched up his face and took a few more steps into the house. Brandy glasses lay on the arms of chairs, the floor, the tables, the counters, book shelves, etc. Ash trays were in every table along with newspapers. Newspapers that went from the day after Charlie's death, until yesterday. Had Henry been checking to see if William had gotten caught?

"Henry. I- It smells really bad in here." Henry frowned, upset. It was obvious he knew the statement was true. "You never think before you speak, do you, William?" William smirked and shook his head. He didn't care if Henry got mad at him. His whole story he told to Henry was a lie. William had indeed invited the glitch in, but he knew it's intentions, and not having taken his medicine in over a month, he thought that it had brilliant ideas. He still did. Sure, he kind of wanted a place to stay and someone to keep him company, but in the long run, he was just messing with Henry's head. He really hoped Henry wasn't smart enough to notice that and wouldn't kick him out.

Henry must have been trying to get his attention while he was thinking of his master manipulation plan, because quite suddenly, he got Henry's heel stomped into the top of his foot.
"God fucking dammit Henry! What?!" Henry's arms were crossed and he had a stern look. "Language!" Henry said, upset. "I can fucking cuss if I fucking want to, asshole! You tried to crush my foot, for fucks sake!" The corner of Henry's mouth twitched up a little. Ohhh. So he thought this was funny, did he?

William grabbed Henry by the tie and pinned him to the living room wall. Henry's eyes widened and he started shaking, along with sweating. William have a little signal in his mind for the glitch to pretend to control him. His eyes went purple, making it seem like he didn't know what he was doing. William drew a knife from a pocket hidden in the side of his pants. He brought the knife to Henry's neck and leaned his face less then an inch front Henry's.

"Don't step on him. Don't tell him what to do. Your life's on the line, soft boy~" William talking in a way that made it seem like the glitch was speaking. Henry whimpered and William pressed the knife into his skin. "Understand?" Henry softly stuttered a yes and slid down the wall the second William released him. He teared up and William watched as the liquid trickled down his cheeks.

Alright. We can stop pretending. William thought. He felt a little signal in his head telling him his eyes were normal again. "H-Henry! What happened?" He faked, falling to his knees beside the male. He brushed the tears from his old friend's face, cringing internally. Henry pressed himself against the wall. "D-don't touch me please..." Fine by him. William tried to act more concerned. "W-what? What happened? Please tell me.." Henry explained the situation and he couldn't help himself from shaking silently with maniacal laughter, also feeling the glitch in his mind doing the same.

"I'm sorry Henry... I forgot to mention... it... isn't gone. It's going to be a little dangerous to be around me."

William suddenly flashed to the night Henry tried to commit suicide. He was upset with himself for trying to be rational and have morals. William was less gone that night, which caused him to still feel things. Still care for his friend. Now... he'd watch Henry take that knife to his skin over.. and over.. and over.. and over.. He was so happy to be free of his medication. He was so happy to be free to not think and to not feel.

"William- William- Vincent- WILLIAM VINCENT AFTON." William snapped out of his violent day dream and glared at Henry. "What do you want, dipshit." Henry rolled his eyes. "How often do you zone out?" William thought for a moment. "Four or five times a day? Maybe more?" Henry sighed.
"We're gonna need to get you some therapy."

"No."

"Yes, William."

"No. Get your own fucking therapy."

"William it's not up for debate."

"Everything is up for debate."

"You're getting therapy."

"No. Get yourself some therapy and leave me the fuck alone."

Henry glared at William and he glared back. Henry sighed and raised his eyebrows, closing his eyes for a moment.
"You should at least go get cleansed or something-."

"What the actual fuck? I'm not possessed."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"William."

"Fuck off. No way!"

"William Vincent Afton."

"Henry John Emily."

"Don't you 'Henry John Emily' me, you prick."

"Fuck off, human orange."