Hellium/Willry Smutshots and Oneshots

Connection Terminated

"Connection terminated."

Two simple words, two words that would be the start of the end for not only him, but for the man that was like his son, and the man with whom he had been in love with for so long. 

Henry sat in his office, trying to go through with his speech. He knew that he couldn't turn back now, he had already started his speech, damned them all to this fate as soon as he had said those two words. 

Instead of starting off his speech as he had meant to, he instead said another set of words that had not been pre-planned:

"I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name."

He took a deep, shaky breath, moving away from the microphone so that the souls inside the building wouldn't hear him. 

"But I'm afraid you've been misinformed."

A few hours ago he had been perfectly sure this was the right thing to do, and deep down, he knew it was- this was the only way to free the souls trapped in these corridors, the vengeful spirits that are attempting to harm the wrong man, one of which knowing they're attacking the wrong man- as he is the one the souls are truly looking for, although he didn't commit the crimes they think he did. 

"You are not here to recieve a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called."

His emotions were getting in the way again, his feelings for one of the souls trapped in the hallways that never became corrupted after death. One of the souls that had stayed the same as they always had been. 

"You have all been called here."

Henry attempted to keep the tears from dripping down his face as he got ready to execute the next part of his plan. He wasn't afraid of his new impending death, he had accepted he would likely die to something of this nature a long time ago. No, he wasn't even crying for the man in the office that he had practically raised as his own son. He was crying for a soul he was about to set free in the worker's eyes, but a man he was about to kill in his own eyes. 

"Into a labyrinth of sound and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize."

His voice sounded monotone, but that was because that was the only way he would keep his tears from showing in his voice. Two people in the building would recognize this, a soul and the worker, Michael. The other soul that could possibly recognize this mechanism of coping didn't seem to remember him, or if she did, it wasn't in a fond light. 

"You don't even realize that you are trapped."

His voice caught as he said this, thinking about one of the souls he was 'freeing'. He figured that the soul knew he was trapped, that he likely wouldn't escape this. Henry flipped through the cameras, hoping to find the animatronic that the soul possessed- the one that still had the rotting remains of the once human body that the soul belonged to inside of it. 

"Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near. Yet somehow out of reach."

Henry remembered how one of these souls once worked with him in a children's restaurant together, their dream of working with kids mixing with their love of robotics in their location. He remembered how the soul helped him invent springlock suits, the cause of his friend's demise. Henry never forgave himself for not making the springlocks lock tighter, and for not checking the backroom sooner. 

"But, you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends."

Henry took a deep breath, trying not to sob as he said that. He pushed a button, putting the incinerators on overdrive. With each word of his speech, he was further accepting the fact he was about to kill the living soul of his best friend, the person with whom he was madly in love with. The person who he raised as a son's father.