Helliam/Willry Oneshots + Random Scenarios

Missing

Haven't posted since last year so here's a random thing while I finish writing the thing for Christmas (makes no sense to post it this late but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Context: (I have no idea myself)
(also, vivian has a knife)

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Vivian's POV
I found the letter William had sent me. Makes me cry every time I read it. That was the last I've heard from him and I know this wasn't from him. Someone told him to write this. I just know it. I know there's more to this. I know him going missing has more details behind it. I told his family that but they don't listen. Well, the oldest believes me. He actually came to ask me about his father. The kid actually has intelligence. Unlike the others.

"Oh. Um...well, do you still have the letter? I was just wondering since Uncle Henry won't talk about my dad anymore. I think it's affecting him a lot." He said while shuffling in his seat. Can't really blame him for being uncomfortable, he's practically starring at his missing father. Just a higher quality version.

"Well knowing you would want it, I have it." Opening the folder, I took out the piece and of paper. And passed it to him. The look on his face as he went down the lines was interesting. The look of shock and concern was tempting me to laugh. The distant look in his face that had tears built up in them was making the sadistic side of me smile. Once the kid has done, he slid the letter back and I placed it back into the folder.

I was obviously hiding more than he could comprehend at the moment but seems as if stupidity doesn't fall far from the tree.

Micheal's POV
'I need to leave and go. I can't stay here. This place isn't good for me. I need to take a break for myself. I need to hold onto that. I can't lose it again. I cry too much for my own liking. I'm sorry to those I hurt with this but I can't do this to myself anymore.'

"That was the last thing heard. Nothing else. Nothing less. Nothing more. " I heard Vivian say. Or should I say "Vincent". He tried to lie and say that was his name but my father had talked about enough so I knew he was lying. Dad always warned to not to ever follow him or be alone with him. Let alone talk without an exit within 5 feet. I didn't call him out on it due to knowing he wouldn't hesitate to kill me. Yep, I'm having a casual conversation with a murder. Cool. Definitely not close to booking it out the door.

"Oh. I thought it would be more different than what he left us." I mumbled not looking up at the eyes of a psycho. He hummed in response and got up. He walked dangerously close to a drawer that could have knifes. My body shuffle in the direction of the front door. "Well, if that's all..." he started before pulling out some missing person flyers of my dad. "Take these." He gestured for me to come and take them.

I decided that it would look bad if I just left he would be suspicious. Waking over, I took them from him. I started to turn away when I heard a dark laugh that made me remember one of the key things my dad told me about this sadist.

"And for the love of god Micheal, do not go close to him. You never know what he has on him."

And I forgot that. Damn.

Snapping me out of my thoughts was a pain in my side. I spun around due to adrenaline and slapped him with the papers. He cussed and I managed to move away from him while using my free hand to hold my side. "You little shit. I fucking kill you." Vivian said angered with his eyes a reddish purple. He had a few small cuts on his face from the smacking hitting him so aggressively.

That was all I needed to haul ass out of there with my life and stab wound.
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Warning: henry is a dick during this section + abusive to william
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William's POV
I was shaking again. Henry never liked that. I was trying to stop but I just couldn't. He'll be
mad at me. I can't have him mad at me. I can't do anything he doesn't like. It was freezing cold in the basement. I deserved to be in here after trying to leave with him knowing. I was dumb enough to think he would let me go in the garden by myself. He didn't give me as many lashing as usual but I should have gotten more.

There were footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. My breathing went to shit. My shaking was getting worse. I could hear the door open and Henry was standing there. His face looked annoyed. "Hm. And I thought you would listen to me Afton. Guess not." I looked down at his use of names. I always hated when he called me by my last name. His footsteps came closer until I could tell he was right in front of me. He grabbed my face and made me look him in the eyes. The usual happy light brown ones where replaced with a darker brown version. His face was scrunched with anger. I hated it.

"You want to make me happy. Right baby?" He said while lightly rubbing my chin. I nodded in response. "Oh course you do. Now, what did I say about this shaking deal? I didn't want to see nor want to see it. How dare you no listen to me? You want me to be mad?" He told me with anger presented. That made me shake more. God, why can't I just do what he wanted me to?

"STOP SHAKING YOU IDIOT!" He shouted at me then proceeded to slap me. "You know what I'm not doing this today. You clearly don't care about me." He dropped me down and walked away. "Wait! No! Hen, that's not true." I got up and chased after him. He was faster than me, probably because I never ate enough and have always been under weight.

By time I could find him, he was sitting on the couch looking for something to watch. I jumped on into him and hugged him. "Please don't be mad at me. I stopped shaking." He grabbed and moved me so I was sitting on his lap. As I was about to tell him I was sorry, he kissed me which I melted into.

"It's fine. You clearly learned your lesson. All you have to do is be good and I'll be happy. That what you want right? You want me to be happy?" I nodded my head and moved so I could cuddle up to him. Knowing he was happy made me content inside. Everything was fine.

Henry's POV
I smiled as my bunny cuddled up to me. He knew this made me happy which is why he couldn't resist it. I could always tell he was vulnerable which made it easy for me to get him to myself. Don't get me wrong, I loved him but the possessive side of me couldn't let him go while the sadistic side of me liked to see him crying while in fear.

There was nothing in his broken mind that would allow him to leave me. Everything was perfect and as I wanted.

I always get what I want and I wanted him.
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