William x Henry

Chapter two

Henry pov:

"How do you know me?" This psychopath who has murdered children knows me?  I work night shift. Sure I run a small business on the side but not a big one. He kicked his feet up on the table "You stole my company from me. The idea that is. Even Fred Bear the star! You turned him into that disgusting, little, abomination." His words stung a little bit. "Y-You're the man who runs Fredbear's Family Diner." I guess he noticed the confusion mixed with frustration in my eyes. "Now now my dearest Henry there's no reason to get so upset." He made a pouty look which only pissed me off more. Before I could speak he interrupted me. "Why would I have any desire to murder my dear customers? One of your security guard friends let me in here to talk to you since you're such a busy man. I did go to your rip off restaurant but I couldn't seem to slide my way past the staff door without causing too much attention." His words were reassuring I'll give him that and did I mention how beautiful his voice sounds  That British accent is absolutely amazing, but was it just me or was there a spark of enjoyment mixed with cunningness in his eyes. Sighing I decided to sit down across from him. "Yes, I did make a restaurant designed off of your own. It was a big inspiration, you're a big inspiration." I corrected myself, feeding his ego like it needed to be fed more. He shifted proudly in his chair. Smiling for I had known I got him out of the blaming mindset he was in. "So how about a partnership Mr. Afton?" He paused and glared at me. He looked to be thinking this over carefully. "That sounds...alright" his voice had changed to a slightly annoyed tone. Frankly I was surprised he agree to such a thing. It beats me but he's an amazing engineer. Together with his engineer skills and my designs we can make the best family restaurant the world has to offer! "But" he cut off my train of thought, "you'll work under me." I prefer to be my own boss but if that's what it takes to work with him... "deal!" I held out my hand for him to shake which he glared at but eventually shook. "Oh do you need assistance getting out of here. I could escort to you out." He chuckled "no need Henry my children are coming to bail me out tomorrow alone with a few other friends, for now you can escort me to my room." I roll my eyes at the dramatic statement, but nod reluctantly leading him down the hallway to his cell. It was pretty basic with all your average needs. A toilet barely held on the wall by a single screw, and a bed which was surprisingly in nice condition considering it was in a jail cell. Once he was inside I locked him in. I started to walk away until "Henry. Come here." I heard him order me, his voice having a more relaxed tone compared to before. I decided to turn around and go back to his cell. Might as well humor him. He is my "boss" now. Even thinking of someone being above me using my ideas made my stomach do a flip. I always liked doing my thing. My train of thought was disrupted by a violent tug at my shirt. He'd grabbed me through the bars and pulled me so close I thought I might get stuck between the cell bars. "Don't ever cross me, or you'll regret it Henry Emily." This was clearly a threat. His harsh tone mixed in with the cold glare. I nodded keeping a straight face. "Understood, boss" he seemed to be satisfied with that statement for he let go of my shirt and went to his bed and flopped down. I started walking away back down the hallway, but I was out of it. My flashlight shining on the floor as I mindlessly walked thinking about that interaction with William. I rubbed the back of my neck which had a small bruise from the shirt violently pulling against it. I felt nervous, but not the regular kind of anxiety you get from death threats. Something...different.

                                                               "What is this feeling?"