William's body twitched furiously as he searched the room for parts. He could feel his fractured mind working as his fingers fumbled with the old costumes. His thoughts came in a jumbled mess, but it somehow made just enough sense for him to work with. He wasn't worried. Sure, he couldn't think straight now, but his mind would mend once the morning came.
Such was the life of a man trapped in limbo.
William reached into a large, messy pile of scraps, feeling around for anything recognizable. His hand closed around a small piece of metal, one that felt all too familiar. Pulling it out from within the pile, William brought the tiny piece of machinery up to his eyes.
A springlock. Yes, he'd need a lot of those, he knew that from experience.
William walked over to the young man, who lay slumped against the wall. He bent down, scooping up the piece of a suit that he'd been working on. It was old and definitely somewhat rotted, now more grey than whatever color it had been, but William believed that it might have once been Bonnie's thigh. He reached inside, feeling around for some place to insert the piece. Finding a location that suited him, he jammed it in, making sure that it was ready to snap shut. Having completed that part of the suit, he carefully slid it onto the youth's leg and attached it to the torso section that he'd finished earlier.
The young man now wore a strange amalgamation of parts and pieces from the various animatronics. His torso had come from Freddy, his right arm made from pieces of Bonnie and Chica, his left arm was from the old Fredbear costume, which had been a very lucky find. Taken all together, it was hideous. It was also an incredible source of joy. William had always wanted to create. He'd seen what Henry had done when he made the animatronics. He'd seen Henry experience the joy of creation. He'd always wanted that joy.
Now he could have it.
A few hours later, William had put together everything that he could manage. He couldn't figure out how to make gloves for the suit, and the head always fell right off. It was a shame that the youth wouldn't have a full suit, but what he had would have to do.
He could always just have more springlocks around the neck area. William nodded to himself and set off in search of more. Finding three, he affixed them to the young man's new collar and set them into perfect snapping position.
William stepped back, taking a second to admire his work. Would Henry have been proud of him? He thought back on the first restaurant, Fredbear's Family Diner. He and Henry had worked so hard to build the business from the ground up, so Henry would have been elated to see William learning to make suits. He would have strolled up, slapped William on the back and praised his newfound skill.
He would have.
William's revelry ended as his train of thought soured. Henry had been his best friend. No, his only friend. He wasn't just a man, Henry had been an idol that demanded worship simply by being there.
Perfect. That's what Henry had been. He'd been an astonishing model of what all people secretly aspired to be. He'd been an enigma, and a creator. Henry could take useless pieces of metal and make anything out of them. He could practically make life itself!
Life.
Yes, life.
That's what William wanted to make. He didn't want some dusty old robotic suit to keep him company, he wanted life! That's what he did with the children. He gave them life eternal! Trapped in a place that kept them from moving on, eternally within a limbo of unfettered joy with him. His family.
Family. William wanted a family.
He could have one.
With that thought. William leaned down and tripped the boy's springlocks.