Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

College cunt

Henry backed up until he was flush against one of the black top tables in the robotics shop. William Afton was leering over him, sneering in his face.

"The next time you try some shit like that, I'll cut your fucking prick off." He growled, Henry felt his breathing quicken, he was sure he looked like a scared mouse caught by a cat.

"I already apologized, William." He begged, gripping onto the rim of the table behind him. William had no intimidation in stature, in fact, he could be described as quite feminine, but it was in the deliverance of how he spoke that made Henry shiver in fear. He and William had been in a fist fight before, but it ended in Henry surrendering to avoid more blows. If William was pissed, he was pissed.

"And if I didn't accept your apology, then what, hm?" William asked, his face was mere centimeters from Henry's, his breath on his lips. Henry closed his eyes, waiting for pain or something. In fact, something in the back of his mind itched at telling him that William might even kiss him. Their lips were so close at this point that if Henry twitched wrong, they would be pressed together. "Fucking cunt." William whispered, leaning closer to Henry's ear. His lips tickled the shell as he spoke to him. "Watch what you fucking do around me, Henry."

William was so close to him that he could smell his shampoo, his cologne, and a deeper part of him. Something sharp and herbal. He almost had a mouthful of William's shiny, perfect hair. Henry sucked in a deep breath, full of William, and held it nearly shaking. Henry was completely frozen, it felt like sleep paralysis whenever William was in the same room as him.

He couldn't explain the feeling. He both wanted William to be wherever he went, and he also never wanted to see him anywhere. It was hard ignore the twinge of disappointment when William wasn't in class or wasn't in the dorm at the same time as him. Seeing his face sent flurries of butterflies into his stomach. He didn't know if it was entirely for fear, because he was certain there was fascination somewhere down there as well.

"I'm sorry." Henry whispered, and William pulled away. Henry still didn't open his eyes, but when he did, William had already crossed the shop and was standing by the door, looking back over his shoulder at him, his cold silver eyes glaring with fire.

"You're a fucking wanker." He rolled his eyes before spinning on the heel of his expensive loafers and slamming the door behind him. Henry sighed out the breath he was holding and turned around to prop his elbows on the high top. He groaned and let his head slide down them to the table, his heart finally slowing it's racing.

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earlier:

"Alright, everybody come up here and I want you to grab one unfinished project that has been salvaged. Your task is to fix it and make it functional. Key on functional." The professor (I'm not coming up with a name) said. Henry got up to head to the front of the shop, his eyes darted to where William stood. It's like he couldn't help it. His eyes just seemed to migrate to where ever he was. Henry made it to the table first and picked up a cube about the size of his hand, it was small, but it was light so he assumed it was missing some things. Some salvageable things. Right as he was about to head back with it, it was plucked from his hands.

"Hello? I had that?" Henry said, admonished.

"I saw that, and I don't care, cunt." It was William. Of course it was William.

"No, listen, give it back and picked something else. It's not that hard."

"Then why don't you do it?"

"Because I liked that one. And I wanted that one?"

"And so did I." William rolled his eyes.

"Well get something else. We all know you picked this one because I had it first."

"Shut up, wanker." William sneered, already walking away.

Henry grabbed his shoulder. "Give it back. Why do you think you can keep getting away with shit like this."

William rounded on him, grabbing the collar of his shirt, twisting it until there was a pop of elastic. Fuck, another shirt down. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching them and thrust the cube hard into Henry's chest. "I am taking this, and you can get some other piece of junk."

"I'm sorry, Christ." Henry said, shocked. He swatted at William's hand and watched his eyes light with malice. "Sorry." He mumbled again and went back to the table which had nearly been picked clean except for some ugly piece of shit that would require parts he didn't have the money for. Tears burned in his eyes as he grabbed it. Would it be so hard to suffocate William with his pillow tonight?

So this is how their relationship used to be back in freshman and sophomore years of college up until the end of sophomore! Sorry there was no spicy, life has been busy for a while. I'm working on it! Love ya'll and stay snazzy.