Men Dont Cry (William Afton Oneshot)

           William stepped through the door and loosened his tie, letting out a shaky sigh as he did so. The house was always so quiet when the kids were with henry.. It was almost frightfully quiet. William dreaded it. He didn't enjoy the quietness.. Or being alone for that matter.

        He walked to the island that was in the middle of the kitchen and leaned against it, running one of his hands through his hair nervously. This week was well- a week to say the least. The stress of the diner and not being able to relieve any of it was driving William to his last straw. He wanted to kill someone. Something. DO something just to make this nerve racking feeling go away. 

         He leaned against the kitchen counter and fished around in his pants pocket, pulling out his lighter and pack of cigarettes. He quickly lit one up and took a drag, it helped a bit but.. Of course it didn't do much. "Dammit.. " he cursed under his breath and stared at his feet. He felt his throat tighten, causing him to swallow to try and get rid of the feeling. "Dammit.. Dammit!" He slammed his free hand down and brought the cigarette to his lips again, inhaling deeply and letting the smoke go through his nose. It just wasn't helping. William felt his chest get tight and ache, and his stomach started to form a knot. He felt sick. That's when he suddenly felt them. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He brought a shaky hand to his cheek and wiped it quickly "for god sakes.. " he mumbled and facepalmed, standing like that for a good while.

           After what seemed like forever, and his cigarette being done by now, William walked to his couch and sat down. His head tilted up towards the ceiling as he began to bounce his leg, running a hand through his hair again. He found himself beginning to cry. Cry a lot. He hated himself for it. He doesn't need to cry. Men don't cry. This was pathetic. "UGH! STOP IT!" he yelled at himself and covered his eyes. Soon enough he couldn't seem to stop the soft sobs that escaped his lips every so often. It was funny, you know. Seeing William Afton cry. You'd never think, out of anyone in hurricane, that William Afton would be sensitive. Wait- No. No that's not true. "I'm.. I'm not sensitive!" He shouted at himself. At this point it seemed like he was telling himself this rather than it being true. 

       He got up and began to pace back and forth, mumbling incoherent words to himself. If anyone were to walk in on him, they'd think he's a mess. That he's weak. He's pathetic. He's not any of those, right? Of course not! He's William Afton. William Afton doesn't get those titles. He doesn't need anyone's pity or sympathy. The tears wouldn't stop though.. Why? Why can't this stupid breakdown be over with? "MAKE IT STOP!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and gave himself a firm slap on the head.

       A half hour had gone by now. William couldn't cry anymore. he finally cried himself out, but the feeling was still there. He felt like he wanted to cry but couldn't. He felt like he wanted to scream but couldn't anymore. And now he's on his couch again, a bottle of whiskey in his hand as he stares at his plain carpeted floor with a blank expression. He needed to feel numb right now. He had to. He couldn't take this feeling anymore...

 
        He didn't even hear the door swing open. Or hear the laughter of his children. Or the greeting that came from them. He was stuck in his own painful, sorrowful world right now.
         Henry looked at the male that sat on the couch with great worry. All the kids stared at him expectantly and he ushered them to go upstairs. 

      Once they all were gone he sat down next to William. Still, he hadn't broken out of his trance. Not until he felt Henry's hand against his own, and pulling the whiskey bottle from it. "Will.. God you.. You look like.. Shit."
      William raised his head to look Henry dead on. Henry had to stop himself for reacting physically. Williams hair was a mess, all disheveled. His eyes were bloodshot and red from crying earlier, and his face was stained with dry tears. Henry put a warm hand on the others back, making William relax into his touch almost instantly 

        "will.. I know you're not an open man but please.. I'm not going to leave until you tell me what's wrong.. "

        William silently looked down, not uttering a word. 

        This.. This was going to be a long night for him.