Manipulation || TOXIC WILLRY

I - Realization

"Henry...! Henry! Henry!! HENRY!!! WAKE THE HELL UP."

Henry jumped up from his slumber to his wife screaming at him. He rubbed his eyes and looked over, mouth slightly agape as he tried to process the situation. "What... What is it...?" He groaned.

"What the fuck are you talking about?! Our daughter is gone! You thought it was a great fucking idea to go drinking with William instead of watching our daughter. ON HER BIRTHDAY, FOR GOD SAKE." Sara screamed angrily.

Henry's heart dropped, and his eyes widened. He tried to speak up, but Sara continued to shout, "If this is the shit that's going to happen, I'm leaving, and Sammy's coming with me. You clearly can't take care of him, asshole." She walked out, telling Sammy to pack his bag and get ready to leave.

Henry panicked. How could I be so stupid? He thought. He couldn't believe how horrible of a father he was. He immediately pushed himself out of bed and rushed to his car. He needed answers, and quickly.

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The worn-down car pulled into a Fazbear's parking spot messily, one of the wheels completely over the line. Henry couldn't focus on his parking right now. He needed to find Charlotte.

He ran around the building, searching for a clue, all while trying to remember what had happened after the bar last night. He went to the back door, and spotted a pool of blood, along with his daughters body. Silence consumed Henry. He felt like the worst person on Earth in that moment. He dropped to his knees next to Charlie's body.

"I'm sorry, Charlie. I'm such an idiot for leaving you here. I don't know what I was thinking." He began to sob for the next 30 minutes as he talked to Charlotte as if she were replying. The only reason he left is because he came up with an idea.

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Henry made sure Sara and Sammy were gone before he dragged Charlotte's body out the car. Thankfully, his house was secluded, though not much, so, no one would call the cops. He brought her to the garage where he worked on animatronics, such as Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. Charlotte and her friends loved them with their whole heart.

He ran upstairs to grab Ella, the doll inside of one of Charlotte's closets, before going back to the garage. He knew it would take ages, but he began the project anyway. He took out a blueprint for something he'd already been thinking up - a human-like animatronic. He sized it down to make the perfect recreation of Charlie.

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It took him weeks, but it was done. Charlotte was back. He'd powered her on to talk to her, already, and everything seemed so real. Henry's sister, Charlotte's aunt Jen, thought Henry was senile, but he didn't care. All that mattered was his daughter was back. And he didn't care about anything else.