Dayshift at Freddys Oneshots

Polarized - Jackson Diehl

Title is from a song.
Warning for emotional(?) Abuse.
Characters: William Afton and Henry Miller.

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"Willy, bring the scissors down, would you?" Henry turned his chair away from his desk and adjusted his glasses. "Alright, give me a second!" William yelled from upstairs, rushing to the bathroom cabinet to find some scissors.

"Hurry up, would you? We're losing sunlight." Henry hollered out again.

"Sorry, I've got them now!" William quickly walked down the stairs, nearly tripping on his own feet, "W-why do you need them?" He breathed heavily from the run.

"Your hair is getting awfully long, I need to trim-"
"But-! I like it long.. I've been wanting to grow it out."

Henry raised his brow, surprised at William's protest, "And why's that?"

"One of my friends he.. He said I would look good with long hair."

Henry sat there silently with no expression. William couldn't read any of his body language no matter how much he observed him. Very frustrating.

Henry stood up from his chair, "Come here, Willy."

William looked up at him with hopeful eyes, and took a few steps closer to Henry.

"Ow- Henry!" Henry gripped onto William's hair tightly, "Look how easy it is the grab you!"

"It hurts-!"

"If it hurts so much, imagine a child tugging at it with it's life! You'd attract attention not only from a child's screams but also your own! Have some common sense, would you?"

"Okay okay, I'll chop it off!" William put his hands on Henry's, trying to push it away.

"I'd drag you around this house if I weren't so kind." Henry let go of William and sat back in his chair, "Now without any pouting, the scissors?"

William hesitated, handing Henry the scissors in defeat.

"Sit."

William sat on the floor with heaviness, and with his back to Henry, dreading the trim he'd soon get.

Henry gently scooped up a section of Williams hair, "Willy, I dont want you being friends with anyone who would lie to you."

Snip.

"What? I'm not friends with liars.. I'm sure..."

"You're kidding, right? That friend who said your hair would look good longer? An obvious lie."

Snip.

"You cant even take a bath twice a week, you think you can take care of long, curly hair?"

Snip.

"Besides, it would look ghastly on you. You should thank me for sparing yourself the embarrassment of a horrible style."

Snip.

"Like I said, I don't want you being friends with a liar. Cut your relationship off if you want to avoid any more of his deception."

Snap.

"Ah- I've snipped a bit at my finger. Your damned thick hair!" Henry got up from his chair, stepping aside "Finish the cut yourself, Willy. Nothing under the ears, understand?"

William nodded as he watched Henry make his way to the bathroom. "Might as well shave my head, stupid." He mumbled to himself, almost immediately regretting it.

He picked up the scissors from the desk and moped to the upstairs bathroom. He took a good look at the unfinished work on his head, "He wasn't kidding about short.."

William wondered how he'd fix this nearly botched cut, the last time he cut his hair was in the orphanage, and that wasn't even with scissors, he was nearly charged with arson for using a lighter.

"It's just hair, Will. Stop stalling." He tried to pep himself, having no success. He repeated Henry's words in his head, as if they hadn't already stuck like glue.

With a heavy sigh, he started snipping at his hair, hardly looking at the mirror. It took about twenty minutes to cut and perfect it to the length he thought Henry wanted.

He looked up at the mirror, observing the haircut. It was clearly choppy and different lengths in many areas, but it was short nonetheless.

"That will be alright."

William looked over at Henry, who had leaned on the bathroom doorway. "The curls will fix some of that mess."

"Gee, thanks." William rubbed the back of his head.

"That's enough attitude from you, William! You better learn some respect or I will shave your damned head!"

William looked at him wide eyed. "You-"

"I'm not stupid, William, but you are if you think I can't hear you mumble from a few feet away. I walk on eggshells for you and all you do is talk back and question me!"

"I... I'm sorry.."

"It doesn't matter now, I can't believe I still deal with this childishness from a man your age. Don't expect me to take care of you all day when all you do is disrespect me."

And with that, Henry stomped off, leaving William in the bathroom with his thoughts.

"God..."

He hurried to his room and curled up onto his bed. He couldn't keep it in anymore, he had to cry, he had to sob. Henry's room was on the other side of the house, meaning he hopefully couldn't hear the quiet weeping.

William started to cry harder with every repeat of Henry's words,

"I hate.. I hate..."