Helliam/Willry Oneshots + Random Scenarios

"Perfection"

Request from: stopbeingaidiotCarl

Context: Dave (William) kills Henry + Dave's a yandere

(not sure how to explain it lol) Warning: Murder
(not explained that much tho)

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Henry's POV
"Lovely~. My Lovely~ Why don't you come to me? I got rid of them all for you babydoll~." He said while coming closer to the room that held my hiding spot. I was scared. What the hell happened to the person I used to know? Why is he like this? What did I do to deserve this? Was I his obsession or enemy? At this point, I think I'm both.... "Oh sweetheart~!"

BAM

BANG

*THUD*

Shit. That's the death of another door. Wonder if it would hurt as much as when my baby girl died? Would it hurt as much as finding out who did it? So many questions are going through my head with no answers. Peaking out from the metal box I stuffed myself into for protection, I could see the eyes of the insane. William was gone. The tall gentle giant I knew was gone. The life in his eyes were gone. He called himself "Dave" which made no sense to me. Why? Was it the lost of his youngest children? Was it his oldest running away to nowhere, only to be found dead. Murdered with no remorse. No one knows who did it.

Dave just stood there. A far away look in his eyes as he scanned the room for me. Was this the fear all of his victims felt? Was Charlotte this scared when someone she looked up to pulled out the knife to kill her? I shivered with discomfort as he went over to a table and crouched to look under. Thank god I'm not that much of an idiot. I'm silently praying that psychos can't tear through metal.

     He stopped all of a sudden. Then, proceeded to turn and walk right towards me. Oh shit. Don't tell me my inner-monologue fucked me over. He was mere inches from were I was. But then, he walked away. I almost let out a sigh of relief if he hadn't done anything else. This psychopath had the audacity to turn on the lights. When the did those light even work? This place has been deserted for 10 years.

Then it clicked. He worked here. Then cam back and worked here again. He knew this place like no other. He knew this place better than me. He hid from those animatronic nightmares almost everyday and survived. He creeped around here looking for any idiotic unfortunate souls who wandered in here. I could bet my last five dollars he hid right here.

"Oh No~. My Lovely Henry isn't here. Why would he run away." He said while pretending to weep. I can't even explain how much I hate him. When did he obsession with me even start? How did our relationship come to this? God I wish Eleanor was with me. If only I could wake up to see her. This is all a bad dream right? At some point, I'll wake and go downstairs to see my kids and wife. I want to wake up from this. I need to wake up from this. Please... I don't want to die. I'm too scared to die....

"Henry....". He started in a different tone. Not the lovey-dovey psycho tone he's had for the past 3 hours I've been hiding from him. I'm hundred percent sure I might shit my pants or piss them. Maybe even both. "Henry. It would be wise to come to me. We're meant to be together. I've lost to fucking much to not have you.". He stood in the middle of the room, staring into nothing. "Do you even understand how much I want you? How much I need you? I'm nothing else without you Henry."

     He began to walk towards my hiding spot. Oh fuck. "Did you really think I'd not know where you'd hide? You seriously thought I didn't know shit about this place?. He was right in front of me. I could see his Poor excuse for legs that look like sticks. Bastard never didn't ate for shit, but I don't care anymore. Dave crouched down and we made eye contact. His previous grayish blue eyes were gone and replaced with white blank eyes filled with something unreadable. We just were there. Nothing happening. No words. No breath. Until.....