Maybe You Can Be My Medicine [William Afton x Henry Emily]

Decisions

[Henry]
I don't think I can do this. It'll break his heart. I pondered, pacing the carpeted bedroom floor. He's gone through so much, but I just can't stand this place. Perhaps it'll be okay.
I sighed and looked at a small picture of William and myself, looking as happy as we could be. I remember this time. This was when we first opened the restaurant.
"Well, Henry! We did it. We opened a restaurant together." William stated proudly, looking at the friendly bear sign.
"That we did, Willy." I grinned, slinging an arm over his shoulder. William smiles at me and rubbed the back of his head.
"Umm. Henry?"
"Yes, William?" William hesitated before speaking.
"Can you promise me something?" He asked. I thought for a minute.
"Anything, William."
"Please don't leave me behind to run this." I stared for a second.
"That's it?" William nodded. I chuckled.
"Why would I leave our project behind? That's just absurd."
"Well... I just... I'm just paranoid. Ignore me." He rested his head on my shoulder.
As the flashback ended, I felt awful. I was about to break a promise. The alarm clock went off, signaling that it's time to leave for work. I sighed and looked back at the picture after turning the alarm off.
I'm sorry, William. But I just can't do this anymore.

Going into work that morning was like heading to a funeral. Everything was dull and gloom, even the sky was unhappy. I entered the pizzeria and made my way to the office, stopping before the door. I tried to think this through again, that perhaps it's not best to leave, but my mind was dead set on leaving. And so I entered the office.
"Henry! It's so good to see-!"
"William, I'm leaving." I stated, my voice heavy with grief. His smile was stuck to his face.
"What?" His voice was confused, hurt.
"I said I'm leaving. I can't stand this place, William. Too many bad things. Don't call me, don't even try to get ahold of me, because I don't want to be reminded of this place."
"But... the promise..." William whimpered, his teary eyes begging. Seeing him in this state made me want to hold him, to keep him close and assure that I will certainly not leave. But that wasn't going to be the case now.
"I know, Will. I know I promised you this, but I just can't. I have a flight to catch in an hour. I'll probably never see you again." I said, emotionless.
"No, no... this can't be happening!" William melted from his chair, letting out hard sobs from behind the desk.
"I didn't want it t-to end like this!" His weak voice cried out. "I wanted... I just..." his voice drifted off into more sobbing. I felt too uneasy to help him, even though I wanted to horribly. Instead, I just left.
After all, I had a flight to catch.