Endless loop of madness - William afton X reader

11 - Everything is different

(Original published - 27 November 2021 - changed and edited)

I woke up screaming and crying for help, feeling something deep within throbbing with agonising pain, thrashing me around. Cold sweat layered my skin, as nothing relaxed in me, as felt my heart burned with pain, as the morning sun filled the room. Not my apartment, but the guest bedroom in Henry's house.

What happened?

"Henry!" My tormented screamed screamed through my throat without care, trying to get out this pain. It hurts so much, a torn apart pain. Ripped feeling. Air never felt so sweeter, as I gasped like I never felt the sensation air before. What happened? How did I get to Henry's when I was at William? Did William take me over? Did he lie about what happened? What happened? My memories of last night are hazy as if it was a distant dream. Not truly real but felt real. What happened?

Henry rushed in, looking over at me, seeing me in tears, screaming my head out.

"Hey hey. What's wrong." He hugged me. "Shush, no need to cry."

"I had a bad dream." I sniffled, crying into his chest, holding onto him for dear life. It must of been a dream. It didn't make any sense otherwise.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Henry asked, gently stroking my back.

I nodded, crying more. "I was at your friend's, william, house. We got into a disagreement and he choked me, trying to kill me." I stopped, remembering how it felt to be choked. The fear of death looming over me. William. Wait. This was about the dream. I killed william in my dream. Oh god. I killed someone. Why did I still feel this pain in my chest. This missing feeling within me.

"Aw, (nickname), you don't need to fear. You know William, he would never hurt you. He has been my friend since uni. If I felt like he would harm someone or even you, I wouldn't be as close as I am with him. Plus, He has babysat you a few times and nothing bad happened." Henry stroked the back of my hair, like how a parent would comfort their child. What was he on about! My memories of what I knew were hazy but I was sure I found William on the streets. I made them meet. How could William babysit me when I met a month or so ago and that we were around similar ages? I was 20 and he was 23. Henry was 24. How could this be possible? Did Henry hit his head or something?

My childhood wasn't as blurry as my adulthood. Like things I have done can be doubted as if they were faded memories of a dream. Even last night there was foggy haze, faded like old pictures forgotten within time, and yet, I wasn't sure if it happened or not.

"Maybe, but it was really scary because I... I..." I cried more.

"How about pancakes for breakfast. I know how much you love pancakes." He smiled fatherly.

"I love your cooking, it doesn't matter what you make for breakfast, but make pancakes. Right now."

"Okay." Henry stood up, letting me compose myself, without needing his chest to cover my red, tearful face. I was a mess.

"Go now!" I rushed him, pushing him out of my room like a child. He laughed at me, enjoying me being like this. I felt younger, more wanting to be playful than I was before. My body didn't ache as if I never worked a day in my life. My feet never felt better, not aching with hours of standing in uncomfortable heels, walking back and forward with plates. What was wrong with me? My body moved along as if I wasn't a 20 year old with back pains and blisters on my feet. I had energy, a Will to have fun and try new stuff.

I really didn't want him in my room while I figure out what the fuck was going on. I can only be nice to him because it would be his fault for this mess. Henry had nothing to do with this, so yelling at him and scolding him for acting weird would only confuse me, and him.