Hii hope you like this :) It's my second story!
*.~ Henry's POV: I walk through the grimy alleyway, wondering what went wrong. My daughter had been killed by my best friend. MY BEST FRIEND. HOW COULD HE? I stop behind #### shop, and see a man, who doesn't look over 26, sitting down, covered in filthy blankets. "Hello..?" I ask. The man looked up. Those eyes may have not been baby blue, Sure they were a pale white. But that unmistakable, long fluffy brown hair.. William? No it couldn't be.. The man cocked his head to the side. "H-Henry..?" That British accent. It had to be him. He had way more scars then before.. I had to take him..i couldn't leave him here.. NO. HE KILLED YOUR DAUGHTER.. HE DESERVES TO ROT. ROT IN HELL. But.. He could have a reason.. I sigh. "Yes. It's me. I'm taking you with me. Not because I want to, or because i feel bad, but because i need answers Afton. Answers to why you took my daughter from me. Understand?" I pointed a finger at him. He nodded his head solemnly. I let out a stifled gasp as William stood, his clothes were ripped and even.. Burnt? He had untreated cuts on his legs, which caused him a slight limp when he walked. I led him into my car and we drove home in silence. he stared out the window, only answering a stuttered 'yes' or 'no' or either nodding or shaking his head. He looked guilty. Good. He should be. Fucking murderer. We pull up to the drive of my house, and we get out. William trails behind me as we walk up to my door. I grab the key out of my pocket and shove it in the lock. William doesn't hesitate to let out a loud gasp as he sees my poorly kept house. That's what happens when your stuck in grief for 2 years William. You wouldn't understand. I sit on the sofa. William remains standing. "Henry, first I'd like to start off by saying i am so so so sorry.. I know it wont fix the damage that has been caused.." I nodded my head and let out a 'humph!' sound. I beckoned him to carry on. "B-But it was not me who k-killed Charlie.. I know it sounds shitty, but it's true. Ever since Chris and Elizabeth died, this Virus- This- This glitch, has been living inside of me. Controlling my every move. Led me to killing Clara and all the other children. I-" He broke down into tears. I hated seeing him like this. But how could I believe his story? What sort of bullshit could he be feeding me? William looked at the floor, wiping his tears. "I- I know you don't believe me, and I would not believe me either.. B-But if I do get controlled, to kill.. My eyes turn purple. Yes I do kill, to keep my sanity low, but I promise you I never ever wanted to even lay a finger on Charlie.." That crack in his voice before he started to cry. That. Was the last straw. I walked over to him, and bent down so i was height level with him, as he was kneeling on the floor. "Listen William. I believe you." He looked up at me, hope spreading across his pale, white eyes. "Partly." He looked down again, the hope draining away. "I'm going to need proof, and if it's hard to show, I respect that. I'll let you stay here though. I'm not letting you sleep in an alleyway, only with shitty ripped blankets for sources of warmth. William smiled at me. "T-Thanks.. For everything.. I don- don't deserve this.. I'll sleep on the floo-" I shook my head. "No. Your sleeping in the bed with me." William was bright pink. "DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE MAKE IT DIRTY AFTON" I remarked. "Sorry.." He rubbed his eyes with his scarred knuckles.
*.~ William's POV: What on earth.. Henry Emily, my childhood best friend, and the father of the girl I had killed, is letting me stay, in his house! I need to not be a bother.. I had already caused him enough harm.. I take off my t-shirt, as Henry is in the kitchen. I run my pale fingers along the many scars across my hips, stomach and chest. I wince. Fucking springlocks. Well, i did deserve it after all, for killing Charlie and all the other innocent children. And Clara. My own wife.. I decided to use the clothes Henry had so generously let me borrow. The Baggy Black T-shirt hung onto my limp body. I decided not to use the pants, and to keep my own ones on. I sit on the edge of the bed. Henry walks out of the bathroom, only in boxers and a plain white T-shirt. damn. NO. You aren't crushing on Henry.. Are you..? He gives me a small smile and lies down on the bed. "Goodnight" He whispers. "Good- Goodnight." I whisper in return. I face Henry, laying down. He is facing away from me.. I don't blame him.. Who would want to go to sleep staring at my ugly face? Silent tears Pour down my cheeks. I sob quietly into my trembling hands. I hear Henry turn around. "William, why are you crying?" I pause. He wraps a warm, gentle arm around me. "W-What are you doing.. I- I Supposedly killed-" He put a finger to my lips. I could feel myself turning red. "Go to sleep William. It's late." He continues to hug me. For once I feel safe. I nuzzle into his warm chest. But not too much. I did not want him thinking that I thought he properly forgave me ages ago. Shit. he starts stroking my hair. "sleep" He says. "don't think this will be an everyday thing Afton, I still don't fully believe or forgive you. So don't try anything" i let out something that sounded like a: 'mhm' but felt myself drift of into a calm slumber, only him floating through my mind. Endlessly. Endlessly. Henry. Henry. Henry. For once, in my undead life, I felt loved, like my whole family didn't die one after the other, like no one was leaving me.. Like I was cared about. No. Like he said. this is not an everyday thing. I shouldn't get attached. But.. Henry. My childhood best friend. The person who was always there for me, was here for me now. Best not to waste an opportunity like this. Before my slumber took the last part of me, I flung my right arm around Henry's waist. A tight squeeze of a hug was gave to me in return. Things wont be so bad anymore. Will they?
*.~ AAA IM SO PROUD OF THISSS. i am definetly going to release the next chapter as soon as i can so make sure to stay tuned. any ideas will be greatly appreciated <3 (word count 1159) ~.*
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*.~ One hell of an afterlife ~.* (Helliam FNAF)
Romancethis takes place after the fire, so ye