A nervous smile and a smug grin. (helliam/willry)

A flashback to when we first met

I will not write more warnings, it's not family friendly. That's for all of the pages.

1968 New Harmony, Utah.
William Afton's POV:
I just couldn't believe it, we actually moved from London. And out of all places, why this hellhole of a town? Why this hellhole of a COUNTRY? Like they don't hurt me enough normally. The bruises on my body hurt, mostly because someone I care about made them on me. "William, we're here." My mother called out to me. I shook my head getting out of my own personal bobble, "I'm coming Mother." I said grabbing my bag and getting out of the car. Right in front of me it's a large white house two floors high. I wasn't really surprised, our family has always been quite wealthy. I walked past my father, the same man who would make fun of me for all the medication I'm on. Sometimes even hurt me. I gave him a weird look as I walked inside our new house. It was quite nice actually, it's not like I would call it home but still, it was not as bad as I expected. I froze. This happened before, I've frozen like this before. Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I knew exactly who it was. "Your Mother is going to a job interview." My father said in a cold tone. Great, just great. The only one that cares for me is leaving already. And I'm alone with this monster I call Father. Whatever I do, I will never end up like him. I don't want to be like this cold hearted human being. I promise myself that. If I ever get children or if I'm allowed to at all, I won't even yell at them. I hear a faint "Goodbye William." Coming from my mother before father closed the door behind her, walking closer to me. I can't think straight anymore, I know what he's going to do. "Father, please don't..." That's the last thing I can say before I fall to the ground. My head is hurting, it's hurting a lot. I think I'm...I'm....

Third person:
In another house a boy named Henry Emily is in his room reading some books.

Henry Emily's POV:

"How can people do that much paperwork? How can I DO THAT MUCH paperwork?" I muttered as I read over some criteria's to start your own business. Why can't I just be good at stuff like that too? I mean, I can do it. But it's so hard... I wish I had someone by my side. A friend, that's exactly what I need.
Tomorrow is a big day, the start of college, a dorm mate, maybe they're interested in the same things as me. I take a look at the bags I've packed. Tomorrow will be great, I know it.

The day after.

I walk through a hallway looking for dorm 57. There it is! I walked fast over there taking a deep breath before opening the door wondering if my new roommate is there. Nobody's here? Alright I'll wait. I catch my breath after putting down my bags. I turn around to see what it looks like around here. That's when I spotted it, when I spotted him. I froze staring at this guy, my new roommate. He had short dark brown hair,
sky blue eyes and pale skin. "Um... Hello?" I said awkwardly. "Oh, you must be my dorm mate right?" Great. A Brit. I thought to myself. "Yeah, I'm Henry. Henry Emily." I answered. The Brit stood up, and boy was he much taller than me. Maybe about 6"4. "Nice to meet you Henry," he put his hand out for a handshake "I'm William, William Afton." I shook his hand. He looked younger than me, and I got in a year earlier.
"How old are you?" I asked sounding way more rude than I hoped for.
"I'm 16. Do I really look so bad?" William answered. I saw how bruised his neck was. Someone had strangled him, hurt him bad. I can see it. He doesn't look like someone who would fight back. I'm gonna keep quiet about it for now. "No, of course not. Your actually a good looking guy." The Brit stared at me for a long time, and every second I grew more and more embarrassed.

William's POV:

Let me get this straight, he called me good looking. Let me play along. I smirked at him. If he had known me well, he would've known I like to play with others feelings. I can see his face turn more and more red. "I'm just playing with you. Don't get too excited." I said as I winked at him.
"Stop it! I'm not gay. And especially would never fall for a Brit like you." He said, actually sounding like he blamed me for being British.
"Ouch, that hurt. Have I ever blamed you for being American? No, shush. So how old are you?"
"I'm 17. You look younger than me, and I got in a year early. So that's why I asked you." He actually sounded nice.
"Well if that's all." I looked around for a moment. "We'll stay together for a long time, so it's best if we get along. Let's get to know each other a bit better." I told him. He just nodded and then his face turned to pure excitement.
"What are you studying here?" He asked me.
"Oh I'm studying business, engineering and robotics. I know it's much but-" He cut me off.
"Me too!" He said in excitement. Oh how great. No place without him.
"How 'great'." I said rolling my eyes at him.
"Am I that bad? Or is it just you were around 'better' people where you came from?" He asked me in a bad manner.
"It's not that you prat. I just like being alone from time to time."
"Fine...Fine..." he said as he rolled his eyes at me.
Let's just hope he won't ask about my bruises and scars.

Writers note:
I know, pretty basic. But do you guys want more of their backstory? I have a few things in mind for that actually. So I guess I'll post more of their collage lives later on.