The One Who Shouldn't Have Been

The Creations

"I'm telling you Henry! This could be the jackpot! We are always catering to those little brats, so why not have something a little more 'grown up'?"

A loud, male, British voice shattered the silence within the small workshop. Papers were scattered all about the place and the lights were dim, but it was enough for two men to work without many disruptions. The lanky man from before slammed his hand down on the roughly sketched blueprints before grinning like a mad man as his work associate approached the wooden desk that the plans resided on. The man that approached was much more calm and quiet in comparison to his partner. Henry Emily had a warm presence and was kind to all of those he met, with his appearance matching that of a dad who gave the best of hugs. He let out a sigh and ruffled his dirty blonde hair before pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"I don't know, Will... Seems a bit too much for the budget. It's nice and all, but I just don't think we could get it done."

His soft voice spoke up finally as he placed a hand on the shoulder of the taller male. He could instantaneously see the grin fall off of his partners face and it was slightly intimidating to say the least. William Afton had the stature that screamed he was a psycho, and yet his dear friend was oblivious. The man was tall and thin due to a recent accident regarding a springlock failure. Scars littered his body, but he did good to hide them with his purple uniform attire. With a few mumbled curses, the man grabbed the blueprints tightly and was doing everything in his power to not rip the paper to shreds. He was a failure and stupid to think otherwise! Henry never approved of plans like this as it was NEVER in the budget. It wasn't until the hand on his shoulder squeezed him slightly did the Brit glance over at the shorter male.

"Relax... Maybe one day that little guy will get his chance. Just now isn't that time. Don't get frustrated... Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back home... Mary and the twins were expecting me home like an hour ago."

Henry spoke softly once again, trying to ease his friend's anger. The two could easily tell when the other was at their breaking point and William was just at that moment. He gave a gentle pat on the other's shoulder before he turned and made his way towards the exit. Tomorrow was another day and the two needed their time to rest and try again with new designs.

"Oh blah blah blah... Go running back to that family of yours... You won't have them for long, Mr. Emily."

The Brit muttered under his breath as he collapsed back into his seat, listening to the sounds of the door and the eventual crank of the car. The man scoffed as he thought about all that he could do and plan without Henry dragging him down. The only thibg that made him keep the annoying dead weight around was that pretty face of his that he couldn't ignore. The annoyance formed into a groan that left William's lips. He got himself to sit up and pull out some fresh paper.

It was time to form a new plan. A BETTER plan. One that not even his buisness partner could refuse. It would be something so mind boggling that the other would have no choice but to accept his proposal! However, he would also need a plan. He would need to rid himself of that pesky Emily family so that Henry could stay focused. He would also need to push aside his studies and focus on the sake of the business.

With the chime of a clock, the Brit was startled awake. He hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep at his desk. How long had it been? Long enough. With a final goance at the work scattered before him, that wicked grin returned. 'This would be perfect,' he thought to himself. Perhaps he had done enough for now. He could finally set his pencil down and return home to his worried family.

Tomorrow was another day and he would be back...