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Scott groaned with indignation as his alarm clock went off, slowly sitting up and glancing at the damned machine with quiet resentment. 

Six o’clock in the morning. 

He outstretched a hand, gently tapping the silencer before throwing the sheets off and getting out of the warm comfort of his bed. He started getting dressed, putting on his business casual; which consisted of black slacks, a grey button up, and a tie. He decided to pick a more vibrant color, grabbing an orange and white striped tie. Just as Scott finished dressing, William sat up from the other side of the bed. His hair was down and resting on his shoulders. Scott looked over at him and revelled at the sweet sight. William looked docile in this state, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. But all good things come to an end as the other man opened his mouth. 

“Ugh, that tie is hideous.”

Scott’s small smile fell, hand going to the article of clothing self consciously. 

He blushed lightly, “O-Oh…” slipped out, followed by removing the tie.

“Much better.” William commented as Scott replaced it with a crimson red one.

He then walked past Scott dismissively, going off to make a much needed mug of coffee. Scott sighed and followed along, approaching the kitchen to see William tampering with that damn coffee machine again. The man was convinced that William had some sort of tick, unable to just leave a slightly faulty piece of equipment alone. The machine was slow and didn’t always work, even more so after William had broke it down and put it back together again. 

Sometimes Scott felt just like the coffee machine...

Scott went to the door, getting the newspaper for his fiance. William read it every morning, opposed to actually talking to his significant other. They had been engaged for over half a year now, them both just too busy with the new pizzeria. He handed the paper to William, receiving silence instead of a ‘thank you’. Scott shook it off, caressing his cup of coffee as William sipped his. He opened the paper, shutting Scott out. 

It always seemed like he was looking for a certain article, eyes skimming each bolded title until they settled on one he must have deemed interesting. But the only consistent articles were on the increasing number of missing children. And William wouldn’t be interested in that… Will read intently, eyes narrowing a bit as his hands twitched slightly against the layers of paper. Scott looked away as a conflicted and helpless feeling washed over him. Was he destined to this hopeless and loveless relationship until the end of time? William sighed, setting the paper down and getting up. It was almost time to head to work.

Scott took the dishes to the sink, asking, “Read anything interesting?”

William chuckled it off as if Scott was a child asking a silly question. He stood up, going off to get dressed for the day. Scott sighed, noting that the only words William had spoke this morning were demeaning. 

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The drive to work was silent, William maneuvering the purple vehicle down the highway with ease. Scott looked out the window, yearning for the days that William would ease his hand across the cup holders and rest it on Scott’s thigh. Either with comforting concern or with a devious smirk. But now the man’s hands stuck to the wheel, eyes on the road and later scanning the parking lot for his parking space. 

Work was just like home, maybe even a little worse. 

Scott got to witness William stress out and snap at employees here and there. He just wanted to be left alone in his workshop, tinkering around with those damn contraptions. Scott didn’t understand…

Where had his Will gone?

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They came home late as usual, Scott sighing and setting his satchel of paperwork down on the kitchen table. He felt a migraine pressing at the back of his eyes, tears sloshing around somewhere in there too. William followed him inside, going directly down to the basement for his “evening work”. The main room down there was like a workshop, filled with blueprints and prototypes for new animatronic ideas. There was also a storage room off to the side. In the back was another small room that Will claimed was filled with wiring and malfunctioning equipment. 

“Don’t go in there, Scott.” William had said long ago, “I don’t want you cooked to a crisp or cut to ribbons.”

Scott shivered lightly, that warning enough to kill off any nagging curiosity. 

So Scott retired to the living room while William worked late into the night. Just like any other mundane day. 

After a few hours, William came back upstairs, only the sound of creaking wood to be heard as he walked up them. He sat down in the living room, seeing that Scott was still awake and watching tv. 

“... What were you working on down there?” Scott asked, trying to act casual.

William shrugged, “Prototypes. Funtime Freddy mostly. He’s a big one.”

Scott mumbled, “You’re always down there, don’t you get tired of constantly fiddling with those machines? It’s not like we’re dying for new animatronics.”

William frowned, “What did you say?” with a warning voice. 

Scott stilled a bit, feeling the tension in his jaw. He could only relieve it by continuing, “Will, you never spend any time with me besides at work, and it’s strictly professional. The only time you even acknowledge that another person lives with you is to critique me or fuck me.”

William gave an annoyed sneer, gripping Scott by his tie. He struck him hard, but kept a grip so the other man couldn’t leave or stumble. 

Scott’s eyes filled with tears as he kept his gaze cast to the floor. He didn’t protest; he needed to be reminded of his place. That he was nothing without William. 

“Look at me.” William demanded swiftly.

Scott slowly looked up at William, stifling a whimper. 

“You better keep control of your ungrateful tongue. Or I might just cut it off.” William said darkly before roughly letting go of Scott.

Scott’s cheeks stung from both the slap and shame. He nodded before quickly getting up, retiring to the bedroom to silently cry himself to sleep.

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Scott groaned with indignation as his alarm clock went off, slowly sitting up and glancing at the damned machine with quiet resentment. 

Six o’clock in the morning. 

He outstretched a hand, gently tapping the silencer before throwing the sheets off and getting out of the warm comfort of his bed. He started getting dressed, putting on his business casual; which consisted of black slacks, a royal blue button up, and a tie. He decided to pick a more vibrant color, grabbing a blue and black striped tie. Just as Scott finished dressing, William sat up from the other side of the bed. His hair was down and resting on his shoulders. Scott looked over at him and revelled at the sweet sight. William looked docile in this state, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. But all good things come to an end as the other man opened his mouth. 

“Ugh, that shirt is hideous.”

Scott’s small smile fell, hand going to the article of clothing self consciously. 

He blushed lightly, “O-Oh…” slipped out, followed by removing the shirt.

“Much better.” William commented as Scott replaced it with a plain white one.

He then walked past Scott dismissively, going off to make a much needed mug of coffee.

Scott stood at the dresser, having a horrible sense of deja vu. But he shook his head to get rid of the thought, reminding himself that everyday was the same in such a depressing life. 

Scott didn’t have to go in until later that day, having work he could easily do at home. He jumped right on the opportunity, wanting a break from the pizzeria while still being productive and helpful. Of course William mumbled something about being slothful, making Scott feel deep guilt. But he needed this.

So William went to work with the wave of a hand, not even uttering a farewell before closing the door behind him a bit harder than necessary. Scott gave a soft sigh, knowing William was still angry with him for last night. He glanced around their broken household with a sinking feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. He wondered why he felt so upset around William, though he seemed almost miserable without him. Scott didn’t want to dive too deep into the issue, mind wandering instead to the basement door he noticed to be slightly ajar. He walked over towards the door, peeking down into the basement hesitantly, as if he knew there was some sort of maleficent force down there. He eased his way down the steps, looking around at the first room. There was a workbench with wires, metal, and tools. Plenty of blueprints were strewn across it, with parts of animatronics bare and cold. Scot felt unsettled as he investigated, wandering deeper into the room until he found himself in the back. As soon as he opened the door, he was hit with a foul smell, scrunching up his face as he felt for a light. He soon flicked it on, choking on a gasp as he saw an old animatronic slouched in the corner. Dried blood stained its body, most of it around the neck, where the head came off. Scott felt tears in his eyes as he shakingly stumbled towards the broken machine. Slowly lifting the head, he peeked inside, his worst nightmare soon filling his vision. The head of the animatronic clattered to the floor.

Mangled hair, matted with blood and brains.

It was such a small face, skin pale and mouth purple while her eyes were so grey.

Scott stumbled back, hands shooting to his mouth to keep back the bile he felt burning the back of his throat. It all came together now: the missing children, the long nights in the basement, the distant look in Will’s eyes… The abuse… 

He had to get out of here.

Scott ran out of the room, almost tripping on his way up the steps. He wiped at his cheek, realizing they were wet with tears as he dragged out his suitcase. He stuffed his essentials inside, grabbing his passport and heading outside. Hailing a cab, Scott made his way to the airport. He was shaking the entire time, panic taking over his every action. He had to get away from William, that’s all that mattered. Scott saw the cab driver glancing back at him with worry and pity from the rearview mirror every so often. He couldn’t force a reassuring smile, knowing it would just cause him to break down in the back seat. As soon as the driver hit the breaks, Scott was handing him money and opening the door. He didn’t care where he went, any flight that had tickets he could buy right now and still get out of here before William got home. He looked overhead at the flights still available.

New York? Too dangerous and crowded with the homeless. 

California? Expensive and bare.

Florida? It had wonderful weather this time of year.

What about Texas? It had plenty of attractions and beauty. 

Scott saw that the flight to Texas would be in just 30 minutes. That would put five hours between him leaving and William coming home. He’d be free and safe. Scott fast-walked to the first desk in sight, trying to stop the shaking of his hands as he handed her his credit card and passport. He took his boarding pass and sat down, leg jumping with anxiety as he waited. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t rest. He just waited for the grueling 30 minutes to dwindle away. And as it began to rain, Scott looked out the window and prayed the flight would not cancel. 

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William looked out the pizzeria’s window, watching as the tempo of raindrops slowly increased. He had forgotten to bring any money with him or a packed lunch, and he wasn’t about to eat that shitty pizza for the fourth lunch in a row. William sighed, knowing he’d have to walk out in the rain to get in his car and head home. Usually he’d have Scott here,  selflessly offering to go to the car and pull up to the door (of course William would then have Scott go to the passenger side, no way he was going to drive his precious purple beauty), but that wasn’t the case today. William finally made his way out to the car, frowning as he felt the cold drops seep through his shirt. He made his way home, eyes sweeping the road as the windshield wipers swayed left to right. Soon he was walking inside the house, setting his keys down on the table as he looked around.

“Scott?” William called, a bit surprised Scott hadn’t bounded to the door like an excited puppy as soon as the door closed. 

Maybe he was in the shower or listening to his silly music. 

William started to head towards the stairs to check, but he stopped in his tracks as he noticed the basement door open. He never left it open, which meant Scott must’ve wandered down there. Might’ve needed a screwdriver for his cassette player or a new lightbulb. William headed down, a nagging concern blooming in his chest with every step. He took a soft inhale, seeing that the back room was open. And there lay the animatronic’s head, discarded on the ground after a twisted discovery. William knew now that Scott wasn’t home. He was gone. Pulling out his phone, William thought of what to do; what to say. Beg? Threaten?

William settled his panic, sighing lightly as he texted Scott, hoping it worked.

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Scott was standing in line, anxious to board the plane. He was almost to freedom as he gripped his ticket lightly. But suddenly his phone buzzed. He instantly felt a bit sick, fishing it out of his pocket and looking at the message. Sure enough it was William. Scott hesitantly opened it.

‘Love you, sweetie. How’s your day going? I miss having you here with me.’

Scott’s heart sank to his stomach, and his stomach sank to his feet. He tucked his phone away, realizing what he was doing. He couldn’t leave William. He had to go back home.