YOU'RE HENRY EMILY BECAUSE IT'S PRIDE MONTH WHEN I MADE THIS AND I DESPERATELY LOVE WILLRY.

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June / 13 / 1978

It's been a few months since you and William opened 'Fredbear's Family Diner' and business was great. You two were almost rich too. One day, William decided to take you to a bar with him. You got slightly drunk but compared to William, you were sober.

Right now, it's probably... What, 2AM? William could hardly walk straight, he could hardly even stand. So you were walking him home. Neither of you could drive in this state- Well, William could but it was illegal and you didn't want either of you to get arrested.

His arm around you, your arm around him. He's practically limping while you were holding him up. William's grip on you was pretty hard but not that hard, just enough to avoid falling. His house was pretty far so. William spoke, his British accent obvious as he was too drunk to care about masking it.

"Man, how much longer until we make it to my house...?"