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This is a story set three days before Charlie Emily's death. 122Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdJhPeN3vP2
(Henry Emily's point of view)
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I was heading toward the couch a cup of fresh coffee in my hands while early morning light shined in. My wife and Charlie were still asleep, so I was careful not to be too loud. Blueprints were sprawled on the coffee table, and I looked at them, thoughts running.
I had been tinkering over the last few weeks on how to get the animatronics to sing and dance without a person having to manually control them. If I can get this to work…it would be almost as magical as when I first created them, I thought, and sipped my cup of coffee.
I winced when it burnt my tongue, but I did like my coffee scorching.
If I had to be honest, for Freddy’s my goal wasn’t money.
It never had been.
The best I could strive for, was for even just one child to be inspired the way I was.
To see the beauty of making things come to life, with your own hands.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and my stomach dropped.
It couldn’t be…. But who else would be at my door at this hour? Oh relax, Henry, so what if William came over?
I told myself, forcing myself to get up to answer We are partners after all! And best friends…right? Except, he just...there was something…something wrong with him.
I knew when his son died…and in such a way...he wouldn’t be the same.
I couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to lose Charlie.
I knew he would certainly be grieving, and probably angry.
But it wasn’t just that.
It was…his mind…wasn’t right anymore.
He thought I didn’t notice whenever he just stared at me from across the office. An insane, unblinking stare.
He thought I didn’t notice how he stopped taking care of himself, even stopped eating and sleeping.
He thought I didn’t notice when he made soft promises and reassurances as if his son was there to hear him.
And he thought I didn’t notice when he whispered to himself, manic, excited words about a new family. It was so clear, right now, William was living in make believe not real life.
I wanted to help him, he was my friend after all! But didn’t know how I could. He needed professional help, psychiatric treatment.
Though…I knew he wouldn’t get it for himself.
And every single time I tried to get him to call someone he furiously refused.
So I could just hope…maybe it would get better on its own…?
I took in a breath and opened the door.
And of course it was William outside.
But he looked so utterly different from usual it almost made me jump. For the first time since his son had died, William looked like…well William.
The friendly, charming, business man I had known him as.
His hair was gelled back, he was in a sharp purple suit, he looked entirely put together. And…he was also wearing golden Bonnie’s vest and bow tie…?
Why would he—?
“Hello, Henry!” William said, interrupting my thoughts as he beamed the brightest smile I had seen from him in a while.
In fact it had been a while since I’d seen him smile at all.
It was certainly nice to see again.
And his words, instead of being short and jumbled, were calm and spoken with ease.
But there was something in his eyes...something that sent a chill down my spine.
The happiness was genuine I was certain of it…so what was wrong with it?
Maybe I was just being paranoid, I thought.
It was quite early after all, and I hadn’t slept well.
Maybe…just maybe, he really was able to heal.
“How are you doing? And how’s Charlotte?”
Why does it bother me so much how he spoke her name?
I wondered biting my lip for a moment.
William…normally asked about the whole family didn’t he?
Why did he circle in on Charlotte?
“We’re good, thank you.” I said in as calm as I could be, trying to shake off the anxiety. “And yourself? I’m sure there’s a reason you decided to come here so early?”
William chuckled in a sheer delight that I hadn’t seen from him in a long time.
His pupils were so big they had almost swallowed up his Iris.
I clasped my hands together, uncomfortably, not wanting to meet those heavily dilated eyes.
Something was wrong.
Terribly, terribly, wrong.
But what?
“Of course, of course! May I come in?” He asked politely, though, I noticed, he was trembling in excitement.
“Sure….” I said, without really wanting to.
“Thank you! It certainly is cold outside, isn’t it?”
He remarked, practically skipping inside.
And the first place his gaze went to, was Charlie’s bedroom door.
“Can I get you some coffee, or tea?” I asked him suddenly, even though I knew he wouldn’t accept.
I wanted his gaze to get off of my daughter’s room.
Now.
“Oh tea please, if it’s not too much trouble!” William said, looking at me with the same gently excited face.
I stared at him, in shock. For the last two months every time I offered any kind of food or drink he declined.
He seemed to have absolutely no appetite…until now apparently.
“…Of course, I’ll go get that for you right now, Will. You just… sit down.”
I told him clearing my throat slightly, and he beamed even brighter at me.
“Thank you!”
“Yeah..’course….” I murmured going into the kitchen.
Well someone was in a good mood today.
I thought, rubbing the goosebumps that had suddenly appeared on my arms.
Because I just kept wondering…why?
Why was he suddenly so happy, so excited, when just a few days ago he had been as unstable and dark as ever?
And what did it have to do with my daughter?
I kept checking back at him over my shoulder, as I made tea.
Making sure he didn’t going into Charlie’s room.
But he didn’t, he just kept smiling dreamily up at the ceiling, happy at something happy only he knew about.
And even from here, I could see the glaze on his eyes, always there.
Drunk or sober, awake or tired, that look hadn’t left since his son died.
He was singing a soft tune to himself, and I noticed he wasn’t singing in his actual, British voice.
He was using the character Golden Bonnie’s voice as though it was his own.
But there was no audience…so why would he?
Curious…morbidly so…I tried to listen on the tune as the tea boiled.
But his voice was to quiet for me to hear more then just a few words.
But even with that I could tell this was no Freddy’s song, and in fact, no song at all I could recognize.
After a few minutes I could figure out the words that came up most often in his little made up lullaby.
Three simple words that send chills down my spine; even though I didn’t know why.
My new family.
The tea was done so I brought it out, along with sugar and a tea cup.
“Here’s your tea,” I said shorter than I meant to, setting it down in front of him.
“Oh Henry, you’re such a great friend!”
William sighed, looked at me fondly.
No.
Not fondly.
Worshiping.
I took a step backward automatically unable to look away from that unhinged gaze. I tried to keep my smile on, but my heart rate was speeding up.
“Oh, gosh William you’re to kind…” I managed to get out.
But if he noticed my discomfort, he didn’t care.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous, my dear friend!” He glanced at Charlie’s bedroom once again, a slow smile spreading across his face. I wiped the sweat off my hands on my shirt, stifling the sudden desire to run.
“And your daughter got all your good traits too! “Intelligent, sweet, funny, just the perfect daughter, really!”
My blood went ice cold.
Why was he looking at me like that?
Like—like an insane person!
What did he want with my daughter?
But suddenly my memory came back, and I froze in place.
This…this was what he did when he talked to me about his son.
Almost to the exact words.
Did he…did he really think my daughter could be…?
What a replacement for him?
Now as he looked at me, eyes clouded, pupils dilated, body trembling in excitement, I finally realized.
William Afton, the gentle and fatherly man, my business partner, my best friend, was gone.
And I had absolutely no idea who this new man standing in his place was.
Only that he was dangerous.
And that he wanted my daughter.
William laughed, the sound tinged with mania, like nails on a chalkboard.
“You know, if I have a fourth child, I’d want it to be her!”
He isn’t happy because he got better, I realized.
He’s happy because he’s blasted retreated completely into his fantasy!
“Yeah…my daughter is wonderful.” My throat was dry, but I knew I had to keep pretending like everything was normal.
“So may I ask why you came here, again?” I asked him quickly.
I wanted him out of my house now.
“Oh silly me! I got so off topic,” He remarked waving his hand self deprecatingly.
I forced my lips up into a patient smile.
William needed help, badly.
And it was absolutely not help I could give him.
“Well,” his face lit up with a brighter insanity.
“I was coming to tell you I’m taking the next week off! Is that ok?”
I stared at him in shock and relief.
A…week off?
He had barely even took a single day off in the last four months no matter how much I tried to get him to.
But, I thought letting out a breath.
That will be perfect for him.
Maybe he could get the help he so desperately needed.
Maybe he really could get better.
“Yes! Absolutely! That’s fine!” I said rushing the words out as fast as I could.
I didn’t even care what the company’s schedule was or how it would affect it.
Anything where he was away from my family.
Anything where he couldn’t hurt them.
I knew William Afton would never hurt anyone.
But this man, this man standing before me, broken and fractured….he would.
I knew that with a heartbreaking certainty.
“Wonderful!” William clapped in delight. “I’ve got some super exciting plans I have been dying to get to! Now I finally can!”
His voice was high and excited and not at all his own.
I realized with a shudder, he was now speaking in Golden Bonnie’s voice. “Bye, Henry!” “Bye,” I managed to say.
Right before he walked out the door, he turned back and gave me a friendly wink.
“Oh, and tell Charlie I’ll see her soon!”
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