Willry/Helliam stuff- help

{Spring Lock Failure}

Warning!: Gore! Blood! Not too much gay but there's a lil bit of gay. But a lot of blood, a lot...and a lot...of blood...because I like blood in stories like a little psycho I am. ❤️
Ps: I've been really trying to write more of these William x Henry shots just because....yea...motivation...and also like of some reason it's the only time I can ever like write anything. We love FNaF kids 💀.

Anyways, hope y'all enjoy!
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"You sure you wanna wear the suit today, Will?" The littler man asked, worried about the instability of the spring lock suit.
"Oh I'll be fine, there's no need to worry." The Brit replied reassuringly.

"Well I worry because the suit has been finicky all day, I'm not sure what's wrong with it. I don't even think I should be letting you wear it at all, Will-" came another reply back from the smaller man. He felt compelled to undo every lock carefully along the rabbit's back, getting his business partner out.

"Henry, If something goes wrong I'll tell you." The Brit turned a bit, patting the shoulder of Henry, the shorter one.
"Are you 100% sure? You'll tell me if something feels caught or tight? I noticed that it's been having a weird mechanism where it latches out of no where and I worry if you trip or move in any wrong way it'll snap-"

"I promise...I will be okay. You don't have to be scared, Henry." William, the Brunet, stated. Henry looked nervous, and awkward when his business partner gave a calm smile to him. He still felt like something was going to happen, something really bad might happen to will. But Henry could only give a heavy sigh and shake his head. "If you say so, Will..."

"Now, which table is the birthday?" The Brit put the head of the rabbit mascot careful upon his own.

"It's the one closest to the stage." The smaller male replied to the question, filled with exhaustion and worry.
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After the Brit had left, Henry went ahead and went back to working on maintenance and on the other spring lock suits. Something was extremely wrong, as if some kind of liquid or water had damaged within, possibly sweat, or any other substance that could've made the inside uncomfortably moist. Maybe I when cleaned the suits, maybe they weren't dried properly was one of Henry's thoughts.

Henry carefully pulled the torso back, pulling it's sides apart in order to take a closer look inside. He was going to test the mechanism with a metal rod but without barely touching the sides, the locks snapped along his hand. He yelped a bit, as if it were something biting him instead of metal pieces, nonetheless it was sharp and prickly feeling along his flesh. He then carefully tugged his hand away from the locks where there had been newly formed cut his fingers and on the top of his right hand.

"Jesus Christ-" he blurted, partially shell-shocked at his own hand reddening with blood and tenderness. Luckily it was the torso of the suit, not the hand.....in that case....OH NO WILLIAM-
Henry pushed away the torso onto the works bench, rushing to get bandages and rubbing alcohol to hide away his injury. He felt dread looking at his own blood running down his palm, imagining the worst to happen. I knew I should not have let him worn that damn suit-

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In another room, music played, children laughed, adults smiled and watched as their children enjoy themselves. Teenagers laughed too, talking proudly of high scores or school, some were jocks, some were spending their parent's money but weren't at all rich kids like they said they were. Then came in the yellow rabbit! Tall and proud, banjo in hand and it's feminine voice. It sang, danced, held the hands of smaller children, and the hands of the birthday kids. William payed no attention to it, till he heard a small click noise from behind his ear. He stopped for a moment, still trying to be in character as Spring Bonnie.