*Art not mine. Credit to the artist*
*WARNING DEPRESSING and brutal actions are taken place*
The blue skies cast the white snowy clouds to frothy lines and bubbles. The brightly lit faces of a family is visibly shown. A blonde little girl is standing happily with arms holding loosly around a small dull red clown doll,her red bow tied around sandy curly locks, letting her back hair fall downwords.
A taller slim boy is half smiling;his dark oak eyes look poorly at the so called camera up front,a golden little bear is hanged by both of the boy's fingertips. Another young teen is shallowy staring at the bottle green grass,his head pulled down low to a point the viewer almost couldn't see his ice blunt eyes.
Ash brown hair covers the lid of his eyes.A cold pale hand curls around his brother's slump shoulder. In the middle of the packed "loving family" stands a middle aged man smiling falsely to the picture.
Dark leather hair swurls up and about.Eyes shut to make his face look more pleasant and openly inviting,but more realistically he looks like a car driven other his rippled pastel purple dress shirt. And the bulging drupe bags under his eyes colossed. Neutral coloured arms rap around the set of siblings huddled. "Say cheese!" The cameraman says faintly.Eyes strain upwards, light flashes.
Time seems to pass after a while over the last photoshoot. Everyone of the pictures got more duller and smaller. Afton after Afton the illness of those deceased took over the left behind.
One man faulty leans morse to the side of the checked wall, he giggles pitifully at the few photos on the framed wooden desk table. Fingers brush against the gray marbled floor. ocean eyes leer up to the black ceiling. Exhausted laughter is strangled under bitter tears. William Afton is in pain, in so much agony that he chould believe his heart would litreally swell and break to piecees in any moment.
The once jolly man is broken,his long glossy hair is knotted behind him. Arms outstretched to invisble peers glimpsing in the room. "I'm loosing my mind,I've finally lost it haven't I. Just- just I wish that misteak wouldn't of been born!!!" more tears streak down his wet hot cheeks as he yells at the forbidden photo before him. One hand pointed directly at his worst enemy. And that was himself.
*Change of pov*
Pov 1 Henry Emily
The pizzeria has finally closed and I was ready to leave when sudden verbal commotion had rang out across the many rooms. The clicking of my leather shoes gravitate my every foot steps as I wonder through doors. I stop near my fellow co-worker and best friends office. His name out-wordly shines on the inlabled tag hanged on his door.I press my face to the cold suface and listen closly. To my surprise the voice matches to my suspicion of the commotion. With a pit in my stomach I knock softly. No reponse so with a shallow sigh I slowly push the door open.My eyes scan the room,my gaze meets a lined out figure; in the corner of the room sits Willam tangled in sorrow. My heart swelled at the sight. With Meer sound I grandly walk up towards him. As I came closer the horrific scares littered on Williams arms. Stained thin cheeks droughted and sloppy. Honestly I would of misteaken him as dead, if it weren't for his heaving chest and dry hiccups. His long cristled lashes flutteredly blinked shut. Small tears ran down my eyes. I didn't want to imagine what lead him to do this to himself. But yet I was curious.
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UwU part twwwwwwwwoooo anyone?
