Boss! William Afton and Henry Emily x Reader (Completed)

Chapter Six: Divergent Fates

(Content Warning Ahead: Brief mention of self harm, canon to the official novels.)

You feel empathetic pity for Henry, watching him mourn, so full of fear and depression. You slowly and gently wrap a comforting arm around the poor man.

"You're right. It's going to be okay Henry. Here, I'll give Charlie her bath. Why don't you go take one as well? Then you'll both be nice and clean and feel much better, yeah?" You smile sympathetically. "Don't cry, Henry. You'll make Charlie cry, too. We don't all need to be sad on such a beautiful day, right?"

Henry stares on ahead at thin air. "Okay...A bath...right. As long as we don't make you late for work. I wouldn't want to be a burden." He says quietly.

He stands and cradles the doll in his arms, heading inside with shuffled steps.

"Come on friend. You're no burden. Never think that." You gently rub his back and help him inside.

You head off to the washroom and inspect the filth on the doll. Your suspicions are confirmed. The Reddish brown substance and source of the smell is in fact human blood. It's applied to deliberately in patterns to be an accident. The whirling sounds of the machines that cause the illusion are starting to give you a headache by the time you're done cleaning it. It's difficult washing a doll when it looks alive, but you manage and head out to find Henry.

You find him in the living room, tinkering with a small animatronic toy. Henry has changed to a clean shirt and pants, but his hair and beard are still unkempt. He hears your steps and turns to look up, his expression brightening and softening when he sees the clean doll.

"Charlie, you look so beautiful." He said with fatherly affection, happy tears sparkling in his eyes. "I can see your mother in your smile. Just wait until she sees how much you've grown." He comes over and hugs the illusion of his dead daughter.

Though concerning, it's a little heart warming. You make a mental note to find a way to break it to him that his son is still alive and his ex-wife doesn't want to see him. As you deliberate possibilities in your mind, your wrist watch beeps and alerts you of the time.

"Henry, I have to get going. I'll be back after work. I promise." You assure him, looking around at the still uncleaned house.

"You've already done so much for us, y/n." Henry looks up with a sweet smile. "Only if you have the time and it will be for supper. You already work so hard." He looked at you with deep appreciation.

"It's a deal." You chuckled and headed to your car while silencing your watch alarm.

You arrived at the pizzeria nearly late. You rushed in and punched the time clock barely on time, with only seconds to spare. It changed to the next minute the moment you pulled out your card, causing a smile of victory to play upon your lips.

You quickly grabbed your tool box and began doing routine checks on the arcade games and rides while the first few customers came inside.

Not long after you began, you felt a heavy sensation of being watched closely. You looked around for the source, but all of the children were playing and the parents were busy talking with one another. Puzzled, but not willing to give up, you searched deeper until you saw a tall shadow standing in the unlit hall to the offices.

Was that William?

He seemed to notice you've spotted him and he turns and heads down the hallway.

If he wanted something, why didn't he say so? Or was he just watching to make sure you were working? What a hypocrite. He's not even doing his own work. You grumpily set down your tools and marched after him down the dim corridor.

You don't even knock, walking right into his office. He doesn't even acknowledge you, holding up a series of papers in front of his face.

"I saw you looking at me." You said boldly. "You do realize that's creepy, right?" You accused and squinted at him, crossing your arms. He's still ignoring you. "So, what did you want?" You demanded, exasperated.

William stared at the paper work in his hand silently a moment.

"Why did you go to Henry's house this morning?" He asked abruptly, scowling at the paperwork like it slighted him.

"What?" You were taken a bit off guard by the question, needing a moment to recover and process that. A thought occurred to you, giving you a wave of relief: They had each other's contact info. "Oh...Henry told you, huh?" You said under your breath, looking at your shoes.

"No, he didn't." William said with distaste, setting down his stack of papers and typing on a box computer. "There are tracking devices in your work badges...in case they get lost."

Your head snapped up to look at him in shock and you began shaking with what he was implying, emotions welling up inside you.

"Well, mine wasn't lost." You squinted at him. "So, why were you checking it?" You glared.

"You didn't answer my question." William disregarded your line of demands, as if they were trivial. There was hatred for Henry in his eyes and jealousy. "Are you simply drawn to those less fortunate than you? Do their pathetic lives make u feel good about yourself?"

"I'm not like that." You reply crossly. "...But it sounds like you all about that. Some people don't help others for rewards. They do so because it's the right thing to do. You wouldn't understand that, would you, William?"

"What if it's not the right thing to do? You say I'm making Henry worse by playing along with his delusions...yet," He smirked and chuckled. "You're doing the same thing." He grinned. "Do you even know what you're trying to accomplish?" He raised his brows.

A flash of fire surged through you. "There's a difference between playing along to make someone worse and trying to get through to them in order to help them get better!" You countered.

"You can't save him." William said with a chilling undertone. "I too had a daughter die young and lost a wife to divorce and my son never wants to see me again, just like him, and you don't see me bleeding into a rag doll. So, will you proceed to devote the rest of your life to playing make-believe with a deranged lunatic?"

"Isn't that what you're doing with this restaurant? With those animatronics you're building?" You said pointedly.

William slowly smiled and spoke slowly. "Don't pretend like you understand me."

"I don't claim to. That's why I asked. So care to explain? You seem awfully concerned about me getting close to Henry. I know you're not some sort of altruistic humanitarian. If you wanted me to believe that, then you should have been a lot kinder. So what's the truth?"

William frowns, his smug look vanished and replaced with a softer expression.

"I've been stern with you to deter you away from me. I am fond of you but I needed to keep the relationship between us professional...To avoid being distracted from my goals." William admitted softly and honestly. "Perhaps, I was a bit too harsh. I determined it was best for both of us. I truly apologize."

(From here on fate becomes divergent. There are two possible endings. Green ending and Purple ending.)