The Reluctant Apprentice: Friends Forever

Crumling Reality

POV: 1st - Alex
                                    In between getting ready, he would ask me more and more questions trying to debunk what I had said. At first he claimed that the games must simply be based off of his life, a pretty reasonable thing when trying to rationalize this, but after showing him that not only did he not exist on the public record, but the restaurant, the murders, and all the children he killed didn't and have never existed... He went completely still and quiet like he had been for the past few weeks, a lifeless plushy. I tried to get him to talk again but he simply did not so I left to my classes. Well I mean I didn't immediately leave for classes, I stopped to woke up Roomie. I thought it for was for the best to let her believe that she was dreaming when he spoke.
                                   William hasn't been taking the whole his reality has been a fabrication for the sake of entertainment well. Or maybe the magic that allowed him to talk just stopped working because he has not responded to me after I came back. Like a fictional character just came to life and of all the fictional characters it had to be him. Maybe when I was very young, I was a William Afton Simp without knowing it. Since I will admit, I kind of liked Vincent, but that was a very small phase in my life and I grew out of it after age 14. And even my 14-year-old self would've never wanted to meet Vincent irl. I was a lot of things as a kid, but I wasn't that fucking that stupid.
                                   Why couldn't he have been any other fictional male character... Especially leaning towards my husbando list... Regardless I put him back at his usual spot and got ready for bed, "Good night, Will." There was no response.
                                  I woke up in the maze again, but despite walking around for quite a while there was nothing there not even him. Eventually I refound the door that led out of the maze, but this time there was something outside. Before me displayed, a scene of a small outdoor wedding after party. As I began to walk out the door, I felt my body flicker and then suddenly I was in a vintage dress. Seems like I had taken the place of a random person in the party which there were so many people with no faces, just flat skin tone frames, like something out of a nightmare.
                                 Everything about this place felt like when your limbs fall asleep and it's all staticky. Eventually I saw a man and a woman together in the middle of the party. It was the bride and groom and with them were probably the closer friends. I was a bit curious so I snuck closer and closer to try to overhear the conversation and not the weird jumbled noise coming from these creatures. The groom had no face and was huge, but he wasn't like the others, his face existed but it was incomplete shadow and all that showed were his silver eyes. With that white suit with a lavender undershirt and the previous features, I already knew who this person was. And as I finally approach, I caught them mid conversation.
                                 Another white caucasian man in a classic 70s style suit (which might I add the male fashion doesn't look too strange to what we were today. I just think it was kind of funky to see people dressed like this), was laughing at something that was previously said or maybe his own joke, it was very unclear. He laughed so hard he had to move his light brown hair out of the way of his face, "Well Bill, looks like we're both settled for life, huh? The greatest roboticist in the world have our plus twos." He seems kind of drunk. Bill (or more well known to me as William) spoke up in his deep British voice, which really did seem kind of off considering that everyone else seems to speak in a pretty mid-west style, made me question where William came from actually. "Yeah, but unlike most weak minded men, we're going to get this job done, no distractions. Soon enough we will have enough money to start up our dream won't we."
                                       "Of course of course," a small hiccup escaped from the man who I now can guess is Henry, "Sadly this will be the last of my drinking days, but hey what away to go out, huh?"
                                        I couldn't help roll my eyes, I forgot how much men from his generation really did think getting married was the end of the freedom and fun of their lives, it's kind of insulting. But am I surprised, no I mean the Boomer comics came from them too... I didn't notice it, but I ended up walking a lot closer than I intended to. Luckly it seems that they haven't noticed me at or maybe can't see me at all.
                                       The two of them were laughing and holding each other there was a weird tension between them that they were clearly trying to not address just by the body language as the hug was separating. I looked around for William's wife and she was just chatting up in the corner with some of the women who attended the party, probably her family. I couldn't help myself when I saw this interaction, "Wait was Henry X William cannon?!"
                                        Nobody at the party seemed to react to what I said, except for William who turned his attention directly at me staring at me for a few moments and then suddenly everything around us faded and distorted into nothing and suddenly I was not seeing this man in a suit anymore, I was seeing springtrap. There was just a few moments where we were staring at each other awkwardly, "Your wedding was super cute... But something tells me I wasn't supposed to see that..." He looked like he was about to strangle me, but for a moment he actually paused and held his face, "So yesterday was not a dream after all or are you taunting me even more, illusion."
                                       "Sadly for you I am real and I am sorry about how much shit I just threw onto you earlier... I just thought there should be a little bit of an element of honesty. I mean rip off the Band-Aid. I mean... you didn't seem to take it well..."
                                       He collapsed to the floor a little bit holding himself, "I'm not a man of many emotional connections nor do I care about my past, but to find out none of it was real... That I really don't exist... That I'm just a toy for some entertainment device..." I felt really bad and the next thing I knew I was sort of putting my hand on his shoulder, "Would letting you kill me make you feel better?" I just sort of stared at him awkwardly I'm really bad at dealing with the sort of situation where people are crying and shit. He looked up from his self cradle and just stared at me with what I think as discussed it's really hard with his face being an unmoving bunny mask. "You have no self preservation don't you?"
                                        "I'm sorry, I just don't know what to say man... You know there's a good chance that maybe you really are real that everything that happened to you happened in an alternate universe and that this is just one where you didn't exist outside of a video game. What's the last thing you remember before... you know... becoming a plushy and shit?"
                                         "Crawling myself out of hell."