Henry held the mug tightly while his hand shook and jittered. His chocolate brown eyes looked dead and blank. There was no light that reflected off of them anymore, it looked as though the soul behind them had died and yet the body kept living on despite that. There bags under those dead eyes, such dark and unhealthy bags that it honestly looked like he had never slept a day in his life. His hair was frizzy obviously not combed and his hair was starting become untrimmed, long, and shaggy. And near the roots you could see the stress start to get to him, the roots sprouting up were getting lighter and lighter, his hair was turning gray from the stress he dealt with on a day to day basis.

The man stood there in his plaid bathrobe, wearing a white shirt underneath it, he wore fuzzy black pants underneath, and had wore fluffy shoes to keep his feet warm and comfortable. William gave his appearance a good look, a part of his just wanted to state how terrible he looked, but he kept his mouth shut. William had been under a large amount of stress too. After all, every time an incident happened at the pizzeria, he had to deal with a whole bunch of bad press and legal trouble. It had taken quite a toll on him too, but at least he tried to be presentable.

Henry, who almost seemed to have completely forget why he called William here for, for a moment, invited him in. William put his bag down and shut the door behind him, before following Henry into the living room. There in front of him, was the said creation that Henry called him over. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"This is it?" He asked in disbelief. The robot standing in front of him was nothing but a skeleton. Barebones, lack of smaller parts, only barely hanging together by the base screwed together. He looked over to Henry who stood there, both hands clutching the mug and holding it close to his face.

"Henry this nothing but the bare minimum," he continued "You seriously called me all the way over town just to see this?"

"It's not finished yet," he said weakly.

"Obviously," William snapped back.

"But I wanted to show you the blueprints and how the base is completely different from the things we've made before." He muttered reaching over to the sketches on the table. He brought them over to William. William looked at it. It did seem like a completely new concept to him. Unlike the usual animals Henry made, it seemed to be a person.

"I see, you're crafting a human like animatronic. Are you sure you wanna go through with this? You've always had trouble making human eyes small enough to be believable?" William asked. Henry put the mug down on the coffee table.

"I'm sure, I've been sitting on this idea for a while. I've decided to start working on it," He took a sip, his hands shook all the while. He then put the cup down on the counter.

"I know you're not a huge fan of the idea and I know that it might not even be very successful. But I need this right now William, I need something that I can vent all of my emotions into. Everyone around me has either left or died, there is barely anyone else that'll listen to me. Not only that but with all those dead kids, everyone thinks I did it. They all think my mourning and loss was something I did to myself. No one believes I'm innocent and I'm just seen as a monster." Tears stung his eyes and threatened to fall and William could only stare in awe. William remembered the Henry that he talked with every day from the years prior. The Henry who put hard work and passion into everything he did. The Henry that always seemed to be smiling. That wonderful man that he fell for years ago, an inspiration, a ray of light in the darkness of William's world. Henry offered hope, he would go to the ends of the earth for him. So far, he had spent his entire life with him, for him, by him. Outside of Henry, William was nothing. Yet here he was, broken, shaking, and a shell of his former self.

He realized at this point, whenever he thought of Henry, he thought of the Henry from years ago. Not the one that stood before him now. Ever since that Henry began to crumble, William found that he had also began too. His mood became sour, spiteful, and cruel. He no longer looked at things the same as he did before. The sun didn't always shine and William had just assumed it was because of everything around him. Economy was getting rough, business continually thinned, and all the legal issues they kept dealing with weighed on him.

He had assumed it was just that, now Henry's words were starting to make him question why all of these problems even plagued them in the first place. Henry had his own problems obviously. They weren't his responsibility though, he couldn't have helped if Caroline left. Yes you could've… Of course, it was more quite and empty in the restaurant without Caroline around to lighten the mood whenever things were down. But her leaving wasn't his problem or his responsibility, she was Henry's wife, not his.

Henry's productivity started to wane, but that wasn't his fault. Yes it was… Henry was upset about losing his wife. Of course he'd feel depressed. But it was because of his lack of productivity that caused the thinning of business, not to mention the economy and worse of all the lawsuits from people whenever something went wrong. Court hearings practically drained their pockets. But those factors were what led to things getting so bad. It wasn't his fault that Henry was crumbling and hollowing into a shell. Yes it is… That Henry no longer shined like a light in his life to lift the mood, to run to him with new ideas, and making terrible jokes that William laughed at. The both of them were the victims of circumstance. They had to adapt. He obviously did more than Henry. But it made sense, William had always been more flexible. Henry had always been too passionate to give up his hopes and dreams and now he was suffering for it.

He's suffering because of you…

What?

You did this to him…

No.

You ruined him, your sunshine... because you called forth the rain and blought out his light!

Stop it!

You ruined the one good thing you had, because you were SELFISH!

"SHUT UP!" His hands clutched the sides of his head and his face was twisted in a swirl of emotions. He immediately opened his eyes to look of a shocked Henry.

"William?" He began.

"No, not you Henry it's just, I got lost in thought. Please continue." He coughed and took a deep breathe. Henry stared at him for a moment before deciding to drop it.

"Anyway, I've got big plans. I-I just needs some time to execute them. Besides, maybe doing this can help me cope and move on from everything that's happened, maybe things can even go back to the way they were before. Maybe we'll be able to attract a huge audience and we'll have our second chance at fame." Henry smiled, his eyes faintly glistened. William smiled too. He felt his heart skip a beat. A feeling that he hadn't felt in a while. The shrewd of hope he saw rising up in him, seeing him stare up towards the ceiling, like some sort of movie hero... that was the man he fell in love with. Suddenly reality hit him like a brick wall when he remembered what he mainly planned on talking to him about. He looked to the ground and then back at Henry who obviously drifted off to his dream world again. He felt another feeling build up inside of him, dread.

"Henry, I'm glad to see you hopeful and passionate about something again, but maybe you could worry about this project on the side. We need ideas for the here and the now." William put his arm around his business partner holding close. "I'll support you in this, but you need to understand the reality of the situation. We're losing customers by the day. People are starting to lose interest in what we've got right now. We need small things, small changes or additions that can keep a steady flow of customers coming through, until you can get this project done, and even then, I'm putting a lot faith in your 'new' ideas here. Humans aren't as universally marketable as something like animals. Humans hit too close to home, aren't as colorful as animals. And even if your new animatronics do get some traction, whose to say it'll be a smash hit. It could bring in money but not the type of money we need to cover our losses. So please Henry, let's try to think up some new ideas."

"I knew it," What? Henry scrunched his nose and shoved William away. "I knew that you wouldn't let me have this. That wouldn't let me do what I need to so I can move on. What's wrong with you?! You don't care about how I feel anymore! What happened to the William I knew from years ago! The one that supported me through thick and thin! What happened to that William?!" He had never seen Henry this angry before. His tone and anger struck him hard.

"What are you talking about?" William managed to get out. He was almost scared of the smaller man in front of him.

"Ever since everything has gone downhill, since Sammy disappeared, since Caroline left, since the kids were presumably killed! You've acted indifferent to everything. Like it doesn't faze you! At first I thought you were on a front but now I realize that it's not! You really don't care about any of this. You don't care about my suffering!" Henry's words were like venom.

"Why should I?! You never cared about my suffering!" William spat back. Henry looked confused.

"When? I never remembered you suffering due to anything." It felt like he was stabbed in the heart.

"How do you think I felt when you and Caroline pushed me away! I loved you and you pushed me away! Do you have any idea how I felt after that?!" William shouted, his voice shaky and full of emotion.

"Pushed you away? Wait, are you talking about that time we told you we needed some space during Caroline's pregnancy? William you told us not to worry about it and that we were right." Henry's voice was more quiet than before. Not whispering but not yelling either.

"I said that in the heat of the moment. I was hurting and even crying after that. You pushed me to do horrible things and try to find love from others! Everything that's happened is your fault!"

"William that's not our fault. You didn't tell us, how were we supposed to know- Wait what did you say?" Henry asked. His heart sank...

"What?" he responded back quietly.

"You said you did horrible things? What kind of horrible things?" Henry responded. William didn't respond, his blood was running cold. He shouldn't have said anything.

"William, what did you do?" Henry pressed. William snapped.

"What do you think I did?! I mean what didn't I do?! First I tried moving on but I couldn't! So I tried to find something to fill that void."

Stop!

"So I took him ok! I took Sammy!"

Don't!

"I was going to raise him as my own son! But he wouldn't stop crying. So I... I accidentally... k-killed him. And buried him in my backyard." Henry was shutting down. He began staring, unfocused. He was reclining. He sat down on top of the coffee table.

"I regretted it, I hated myself so much after that. But I couldn't undo what I did. The kids weren't any different... I loved them. I didn't want them to leave. And now they can't." Henry finally looked up at him.

"You killed them.. you killed all of them..." He whispered.

"I didn't want to, but I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't let people keep saying no and pushing me away. I have feelings too y'know. You pushed me away, Sammy pushed me away, the kids didn't want to stay. But I've learned better, I'm not letting people reject me anymore!" William spat, looking directly into Henry's eyes. He saw the fear in Henry's eyes. His body began to shift.

"I should've seen it sooner."

"Don't do it Henry." William warned as Henry began to stand.

"It followed us, it followed me. And yet I had somehow never brought myself to think that the man that went everywhere with me was behind it."

"Don't make me hurt you." He again warned but came out as more of a plead. Henry turned quickly and practically leapt forward, much like a professional athlete, running towards the kitchen to the phone hanging on the wall. William was right behind him. He grabbed his wrist and pulled the weaker man back towards him, he had turned around towards William enough to where he could thrust his other arm forward.

He heard the chunk. Everything stopped in the moment, a moment which felt like forever. Suddenly he was falling. William tried to hold him close while Henry struggled to breathe. He looked down to where his hand was. The shine of the metal blade glistened as it began to be covered in the crimson. Henry coughed as blood streaked down his chin. His eyes looked up towards his business partner.

"William..." He whispered.

"I'm here, I'm here." He responded trying to soothe him.

"William please, listen to me..." He looked into those chocolate brown eyes, those eyes that were losing their light.

"Please promise me, promise me that'll you leave her alone. That you'll leave Charlie alone. My Charlotte."

"Of, of course. Anything for you." His face flushed, while tears gathered in his eyes.

"Please don't follow her, don't talk to her, don't touch her. Spare her please. Spare her from this. Let her live her life in peace."

"Yes- I'll leave her alone, I promise." Tears fell down his face fast and constant.

"And one last thing. Don't let her find me like this. Please, call the police. Let them take care of this. Just don't let her see what's happened to me."

"Alright I'll do it." He sniffed as his nose began to run. He squeezed Henry's head tightly against to his chest.

"I'm sorry Henry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to do it. I swear I didn't want to do it. I loved you." There was no response. He started to sob. He sobbed for a while there after, before finally deciding to set it up to look like the animatronic was responsible. He called 911 but didn't respond and simply left it hanging. He knew they would come, it's a small town not that many prank callers. But now, he felt it was time to ditch town. He couldn't stay here anymore, not after this.

As he left, he couldn't stop thinking of Henry. Everything they had been through together, every memory haunted him the entire time, from the drive home, to the packing, to the final moments before leaving Hurricane. He thought of his face. A look of fear and concerned look on his face, his chocolate eyes wide, his brown hair hanging... wait, his face began to swirl. It wasn't Henry anymore, it was another face, a similar face. A face that had those chocolate brown eyes, but a wider and more heart shaped look. Messy, long brown hair. It was the same look, but it wasn't him. It wasn't even Caroline either. It... it was a scared, traumatized, young girl. A girl who hadn't even graduated yet. A girl he promised to stay away from, a girl he promised not to look for, a girl he promised not to touch.

That girl wasn't him... He heard her call out to him. And suddenly it was like he had just been brought back to life. He blinked and looked at her.

"Dave, what's wrong?"

… "You're... You're not them.. you're not him."