*The next few days passed in a blur of activity for William and Henry. They worked around the clock to retrofit the animatronics with additional safety features, increasing the number of security guards on duty, and implementing stricter rules for how the animatronics could interact with children.*
*Despite their best efforts, however, the news of the accident at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza had spread like wildfire, and they found themselves facing a growing public backlash. Parents were outraged at the idea of bringing their children to a restaurant where they were in danger of being hurt by the animatronics.*
*William and Henry's stress levels were at an all-time high. They were barely sleeping, barely eating, their minds consumed with trying to find a solution to this seemingly impossible situation. Despite their differences, they were more united than ever before, their shared struggle bringing them closer together.*
*One evening, after another long and fruitless day spent poring over blueprints and schematics, they both found themselves in William's office, their shoulders slumped in defeat.*
"We're not getting anywhere," William said, his voice weary. "We've tried everything, and we're no closer to a solution than we were a week ago."
*Henry nodded, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his exhausted eyes.*
"I know. And we're running out of time. If we can't find a way to fix this, we're going to lose everything.""I refuse to believe that," William said, his voice firm. "We've come too far to give up now. There has to be something we've missed, some solution that's right under our noses."
"We can't keep going like this, Will," he said quietly. "We're going to burn ourselves out before we find a solution. Maybe it's time we take a step back, take a break."
*William's eyes flashed with anger.*
"A break? Are you kidding me? We can't afford to take a break. The fate of our company is at stake, and you want to go on vacation?"
*Henry held up his hands in a pacifying gesture.*
"I'm not talking about a vacation. I'm just saying that we need to take a breather, have some time to clear our heads. We're not thinking straight anymore, Will. We need to regroup, come back to this with fresh eyes. "
*William's expression softened slightly, but he still looked unconvinced.*
"And how long are you suggesting we take this 'breather' for?"
"Just a few days," Henry said. "A long weekend at most. We'll take some time to rest, recharge our batteries, and then come back ready to tackle this problem with renewed energy and perspective."
*William sighed, running a hand through his rumpled hair. He knew Henry was right, but the idea of taking a break felt like giving up. He didn't want to admit defeat, even for a short period of time.*
(Later in the night)
*William stumbled into his office, eyes half-lidded and unsteady on his feet. He had spent the last few hours drowning his frustrations in a bottle of whiskey, and the alcohol was coursing through his veins, making his head feel fuzzy and his movements clumsy.*
*He collapsed into the chair behind his desk, sighing heavily. The room seemed to spin around him, and he closed his eyes, trying to will the dizziness away.*
*He heard a knock on the door, and his eyes flew open. A wave of self-consciousness washed over him as he realized how disheveled he must look. But before he could even think of straightening himself out, the door opened and Henry walked in.*
*Henry took one look at William's disheveled state, and a flicker of concern crossed his face. He walked over to the desk, taking in the empty whiskey bottle standing on the desktop.*
