Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Angst

College William and Henry:

Warning: this has descriptions of vomiting (back to William's Bulimia as mentioned before)

It wasn't long before the noises of the cafeteria grew to much. He felt like every little shout was a drill in his brain, reving louder and louder each time. His vision began to swim and he felt a light sweat prickle at his back. He gripped the table, he hated it, he hated it, he hated it. He looked up, praying his composure was perfectly kept on the outside, and was mildly reassured by the lack of attention he was receiving, at least, none out of the ordinary. He heard someone say his name, but he didn't respond. He looked at his food. It was no better than a pile of maggots in front of him now. He had already eaten so much of it, and some more before that. He bit his lip, so many things were rushing at him at once. The voices, the attention, the world spinning underneath him. His father's voice.

"You're a disappointment of a son. It was your whore mother who wanted you in the first place. Do you think I could ever love a parasite like you?"

"The least you can do for our family, is look good. You're gaining weight, watch it."

  The stinging slap of a hand, it was all the same. If only his father could see him now, his lanky body, his skinny arms, his rib cage visible without trying. He realized how heavy his breathing had gotten and he stood up abruptly.

"Will, where you going?" A voice asked, he couldn't bother to decipher who had asked the question. He began walking out of the dining hall, his feet stumbling over each other and he occasionally bumped into other people walking around. He mumbled apologies, feeling the tears run down his face, he looked down, nobody could know he was like this, nobody could see him like this, like a weak mess. He'd be ruined forever.

Alec.

He tripped, catching himself on the door leading from the hall and stumbled outside. He turned a corner and rushed to the bathroom's feet slipping every few steps. It was pitiful. He threw himself in a stall and collapsed to his knees, feeling the dull throb as he hit the ground. He heaved, unable to help himself and the first half of everything he ate rushed forward and he gagged. Moaning softly as he spit into the toilet. He choked and hunched over again, the other half rushing out followed by little coughs and more spit. He moaned again, tears running down his face, mingled with the bile on his chin. He wadded up toilet paper and sat back on his haunches, wiping his face quickly and throwing it in the toilet before flushing. He sobbed, it was loud and open and he didn't even check to see if there was anybody else in there with.

In the moment, he couldn't care. His throat burned and he could barely see through the blur of unshed tears. What would Alec think? What would Alec think? He let another pained sob out, finding satisfaction in the way it made his throat burn as it escaped. He would kill for a cigarette now or maybe even something more. He was knew the floors were nasty, but there was something comforting about sitting on the ground, the earth had stopped spinning and the dull pulse in his head and his ears feeling stoppered with cotton was a welcomed sensation from the screaming.

The world was so much quieter when there was nothing worth hearing. Until there was. It was a small voice, one that William could tell was unsure if it wanted to be heard or not. But in his cleared state of mind, the familiarity hit him harder than any dry heave ever has. It nearly made him gag again. It was his damned roommate. Henry Emily. Two years they've been roommates now due to building regulations. The second year was just ending and William was unsure of how to feel about his roommate. His blonde hair and big green eyes and gentle face. He froze, still sitting on the floor, if he didn't say anything, Henry wouldn't recognize it as him. That blithering bitch would no doubt tell people about this.

William was well aware of the hell he put the poor man through, there would be no reason for Henry not to tell people. But after their first kiss-

"William?" The small voice asked again and William's eyes widened.

"Fuck off, Henry." He mumbled, his accent was heavy, he didn't know that he had been that affected by the relapse.

"William, open the door." Henry said and William startled slightly, shocked at the proximity. Henry was right on the other side of the stall door.

He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but, without standing, he turned and undid the latch, the door swung outwards on broken hinges. Henry was standing there and William balked. His roommate looked good. A blue Hawaiian shirt, top two button's undone, and khaki shorts. Nothing special, but it made Henry look absolutely gorgeous. William braced himself as he slowly looked up, fearing to meet Henry's gaze, expecting mock disappointment or some form of amusement, but instead there was concern in his eyes and his face was flushed darkly.

Suddenly, Henry crouched and wrapped his arms around William's rib cage, pulling him up. William tried to pull away in resentment, but collapsed directly against Henry's body. Henry didn't seem to question it, though, as he enveloped William against him. he smelled so good, had he ever noticed his cologne before? After two years of living with him, William didn't think he had.

"It's okay, Will. It's okay..." Henry whispered and William didn't know what it was, maybe it was his soft tone, or the comforting words he was saying that Will ad rarely heard in his life, but tears burned in his eyes as they gushed down his face. He whimpered and sobbed, knowing Henry's shirt would be covered in tears and snot and every other disgusting thing, but Henry never flinched, nor pushed him off. In fact, William felt them both sinking slowly to the floor and then he was pulled into Henry's lap, curled sideways in between his legs, head against his chest. He was reduced to whimpers and Henry still rocked him on the nasty floor of the bathroom. He felt disgusting, but not from the floor, but of himself.

But maybe, Henry was what he needed to feel okay. At least for a little bit.