FNaF William Afton x Henry (Discontinued Draft)

William Afton x Henry White (1)

Before I start I would like to thank you for tuning in. I haven't written a story in quite some time. A year or so to be exact, so I may be a bit rusty.

Though I do tend to RolePlay in a Semi-Literate way so that might come in handy. You never know.

But hey, I hope you enjoy this first story.

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~•~Thirdperson~•~

It was dark, gloomy and miserable out and William was sitting at his desk filling out some paperwork that was incomplete from the previous night. It was evening time, around eight fourty five to be exact. The pizzeria had closed almost two hours ago, and he was staying overtime just to finish the reports, bills and such.

He lifted a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose, dropping the pen. He leaned back in the squeaky chair and ran a hand through his jet black hair. Previously it was styled in a nice slightly gelled fashion, but now it was just sticking up in the random places, strands littered his shoulders from constantly pulling at it. The stress was over whelming, but he couldn't leave this any longer than he already had.

The clock had hit ten twenty-five when he finally looked up, completely finished with his duty. Slight dark bags had formed under his eyes, standing out against his pale almost snow-white skin. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, he ran his hand through his half matted hair. He stood up, stretching, causing multiple pops to erupt from his joints. He took the papers gently, placing them into a few folders neatly. William organized them accordingly, separating them. Bills in one, lawsuits into another, etcetera, etcetera. He made sure the paperclip on each were secure so none of the documents would shift and/or fall out.

Stepping aside, he tucked the old, uncomfortable, wooden chair under the desk and walked over to his trusty filling cabinet. He pulled his keys from the top of it and used them to unlock the bottom draw. He crouched down, struggling slightly as he opened the draw with a resisting screech. William placed them in their designated slots and closed them in, the screech still ever present but not as loud. He locked them in and placed his right hand on the top of the cabinet, using it to assist him in getting up. Taking one last look at the office, William flicked off the light and turned around, walking down the hall. He loosened his black tie, his purple shirt crinkled along with the black waistcoat that accompanied it. He did the best to straighten his clothes out but to no avail. William didn't continue to bother with his clothing state, not like it mattered at that point and time. He checked his watch as he approached the wooden and glass doors that lead out of the dreaded mess he had to call a children's pizzeria.

'Yeah...I'm definitely going to the bar. I have time to spare.'

He pushed open the door, the wind hitting him in the face with a wild force. He gasped, delighted at the sudden change in temperature. It was way too hot in that place for him to function, but now that he was outside, he could've just stood there and removed his shirt. Unlike most others that worked there, he had decency and just turned around, inserting the correct key into the door. He twisted it and repeated the process to the second connecting door, locking them. He shoved the metal keys into the pockets of his almost baggy black slacks and immediately headed in the direction of the bar.

As he got closer to the smaller establishment, he could hear the yelling of drunken individuals, whether it would be male or female. As always, he had the slightest regret on ever going back to that place. He tended to always hook up after drowning himself in the toxins of alcohol. He was usually a classy man though, drinking wine slowly and responsibly when there was an occasion but after a stressful and boring night, he would take it upon himself to find excitement. Getting drunk off the strangest and strongest drinks the menu offered and taking home a single man or woman for some one night fun. However, he would always be able to recall these events, and usually hated himself for it. Today especially was like any old Thursday. It may not have been the end of the week as per usual, but he didn't usually care and proceeded to do his sexual and drunken endeavours.