Willry/Helliam stuff- help

The Bite of 87'

(||Waning:sensitive language, psychotic behavior, death||ty for the idea @ForeversGlitch also sorry if I turned it into a different interpretation 👁👄👁, also it might be a little lazy, I apologize)

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William's POV:

All I wanted to fucking do is finish my paperwork, stay away from the customers, and head to the bar and drink myself to death in the after hours. But nOoOooOo, Henry always tells me "Will, can you please keep an eye on the customers" and "Hey Will? Could you do me a favor and help with the machines's movements in the control panel whatever the fuck-" blah blah blah, Jesus Christ. Today was not my day at all- wanna know why?.....Hang overs and divorce, there's your fucking answer. Also what the hell is with the inner monologue, no one or myself gives a shit-

"Hey William?" I heard a voice from the door way. There he was....Good ol' Henry. Short and sturdy: brown hair to go with his dark pools of sorrows, that man always looks terrified of everything. Bless him.
"How may I help you?" I say, using my charismatic voice to...casually manipulate and seem calm when in reality I'm a fucking mess.

"I know I ask you this a lot, but could you help with the machines again? There's a birthday today and the kid wants to see Foxy's performance...And I can't convince Vincent to do anything, he doesn't listen to me. Could you maybe, help supervise?" Oh lawd Jesus.
"I....I could try? Maybe ask Vinny?"
"He said no."
"Fritz?"
"He called in sick."

Fuck me sideways, god damn it. Okay, I guess more inner monologue, and me supervising a lil bastard again. Here we go.

"It's alright if you can't will- I just don't want anything happening."
"No no," I pause, trying to keep that grin on my face like everything is fine. "I can do it, I just need to finish these files and I'll keep an eye on them" I say smoothly as I possibly can before I feel like I'll throw up on my desk.

"Thank you, I would do it myself but I have to fix those endo skeletons." Ah yes, the "I need to fix this thing because I don't wanna talk to people because I'm not a social butterfly" excuse, damn I am just a bitch when I have a hang over......oh well, boohoo I guess.

Henry's POV:

Part of William feels off to me. I feel like I annoy him when I ask for help, I can tell by his eyebrow twitching. He puts on a smile but, I can just read his eyes and they tell me a different story. God I probably am annoying. No, not now Henry....have those self doubt thoughts later. Anyhow, I'm just glad someone will help supervise since I need to finish the new models. That way we can have better wiring systems and not so much hazardous material, after today I might need to scratch the ones on stage....plus people complain a lot of how they smell something....rotting? I'll have to bring that up to Will afterwards.

I can't right now, just standing there awkwardly is making him look at me annoyed a bit, god I completely forgot I was standing in William's office- Jesus Christ.

Just- walk out the office, pretend you didn't have that awkward eye contact, move along- and head straight to the back room and finish the dang models.

William's POV:

Ooohhhhhh kaayyyy, which table was it? Oh of course....Henry didn't tell me and now I feel like a lost chicken with it's head completely missing. Wait never mind, there's the lil birthday boy with his party hat, all cheery and ready to see the curtains open to show my personal favorite star, Foxy the Pirate.

I give a heavy sigh. Henry building that robot was like watching a childhood memory I could never have. His ears pointed, his button polished nose making him probably the cutest one. His hook for his pirate look and his lil eye patch. Though, I feel like Henry should let me redesign a few things.