Henry X William, Animatronic Making. 💜🔪🧡✨

💜Animatronic making.🧡

Williams POV:

I silently walk towards Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria, my workplace of course. The rain soaked my dark purple uniform lightly, making me groan in frustration. I roll my eyes as I take my keys out of my pocket, unlocking the door with a single turn and yank.

"fucking shit door.." I mumble to myself, walking in and taking a deep breath, feeling the smell of pizza and soda invade my nostrils. Also the smell of someone's cologne that I can't seem to recognise..

I walk through the building, glancing at the clock as it read '5:41AM', in about 20 minutes it would be opening time. The time I hate the worst, I glance back down to the floor, that's covered with purple carpet and little confetti patterns that didn't go well with each other. And the stained floor where someone either puked or spilled their drinks.

I was slightly pissed off, as today I had to wake up early and I didn't have enough time to have my natural cup of lukewarm tea that calmed me down. That's when I smelled it, the same fucking cologne that haunted me when I got here..

I heard some random rustling come from the extra room in the back that was made for animatronics that needed to be prepared, fixed, or made. The one person came to mind, Henry. He was always a work-alcoholic, never stopped fucking working until I forced him, which always made him flustered for some reason that I never knew of.

I walk into the extra room, glancing around for Henry, then I saw him. he whined in pain as he cut his palm on the stupid screwdriver, I retreated from the room and went to the night guards office. I picked up a med-kit and walked back to Henry, where I sneaked up behind him and snatched his wrist, I wrapped the bandage around his palm, taping it neatly.

"Happy?" I mumble, my tone had a slight grumpiness to it. looking Henry up and down with my eyes that he always admired for no reason, or what I thought.

"I don't suppose that you had a cup of tea, did you?" Henry said with a sly grin, making me feel slightly embarrassed and humiliated by Henry.

"I didn't." I responded, my voice gruff and a bit grumpy, as I was tired and exhausted more than I should be.

"I made you a cup of tea in the staff room, lukewarm, two sugars, and a splash of milk." Henry said, making me slightly interested in what else he remembered.

I never really felt love a child, so him remember something about me made me warm, for some reason that I have zero clue of. why does he make me feel this way?

"Thanks." I respond, a hint of admiration and respect in my tone, opposite of what my tone was about a couple minutes ago.

I guess I'm really a two sugars and milk kind of guy...

Probably gonna make a next chapter tomorrow!! (This was my idea but feel free to ask for requests!!)

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