William shot up, his heart beating widely in his chest and his pupils shrunk to pinpricks. Visions of pools of blood flashed before his eyes, the liquid seeping across the surface it had covered in his mind.
He could hear a smashing noise in the distance, as something fell off his lap, but he paid it no mind. His hands were shaking while pressed against his head, he could feel it and it was all he could do to not concentrate on what he had just seen. Or what his brain had made up.
He had remembered it…somehow. He had remembered IT. The one thing he didn't want to remember. One of the things he still couldn't get out of his mind.
William could almost remember everything that happened before and after the event; the details stark and pristine in his memory. He remembered the feelings and the smells. How much he, himself, had clung to the body once he saw what had happened.
Shivers wracked his body and sweat trickled down his face. As he sat there, his lips lifted at the corners.
A quiet, almost subtle laugh bounced its way out of him, being silenced by The Young and The Restless still playing in the background. William's hand lifted to his mouth, covering it as more giggles came out.
With each second, the giggles seemed to be getting louder and louder, until they weren't giggles anymore.
Full blown laughter echoed through the room, drowning out the television, it still being able to be faintly heard. His body shook with laughter and tears streamed down his face; fading into a light red colour as they interceded with the blood which had marred his face from earlier.
His lungs were aching, and his vision blurred. What was happening? What WAS HAPPENING? He couldn't see anything, his sight limited and almost cloaked in a never-ending darkness.
He collapsed, his knees striking the floorboards harshly. He was dizzy, and his stomach was clenching tightly.
"Oh god…" His voice was strained and whispered, as he tried to fight the nausea which was threatening to over take him. It burned, the acid cutting into his throat. He couldn't hold it any longer.
William watched as the liquid spread across his floor, eerily like the red liquid that he had almost just seen doing that. His stomach contains twirled together almost as if it was a dance.
He blinked.
The darkness was gone when he opened his eyes; everything that didn't belong there was. His knelt there shaking slightly as he blinked away the tears which threatened to build up. Sniffling, he wiped his fist across his face, smearing any substance which may have marred it.
He didn't particularly care, he had work in a few hours and as much as he dreaded going back there, he needed the income.
He wasn't going to last much longer though, no matter what he did. It's just what happened to the Aftons it seemed. They all seemed to meet the same fate.
A dark figure stood out of the corner of William's eye, shaped like a certain clown he knew. Jumping, he slammed his back against his chair which he had only been sitting in hours earlier.
"Come on out you motherfucker." His voice was steady.
Nothing moved, and nothing appeared to be the dark form he had only seen just moments ago.
There was nothing to be seen as he scanned the room, nothing to hide behind and no dark shaped. Just nothing.
He could almost see the robots glowing eyes looking at him, as he curled up into a small ball, his knees high against his chest.
"What is wrong with me?"