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The rain pattered against his car as he pulled into the parking lot of Fredbear’s. Tired eyes looked at the neon sign in a daze. It had been weeks since the loss of his wife, months since the loss of his daughter, and yet, everyday, William still felt the same exhaustion.
His fingers tightened around the wheel.
It was Henry’s fault his wife and daughter were gone. It was his fault. Programming the Funtimes, that was his responsibility! So why did William and his family have to pay the goddamn price?!
The doors of the dinner opened, children shoving a young girl out. Charlotte. The children slammed the door shut, leaving her alone in the rain. She tried the doors, yanking at them in futility. She banged on the window, yelling.
William moved his car closer, parking it but keeping it on. He stepped out, approaching her. His movements felt… alien. Drifting along with no real say, no real input.
“Let me in, please , let me in!” Charlotte begged, banging on the window again.
His hand reached into his pocket, brushing against his keys. Then, his knife.
Henry’s daughter, all alone. Where was that puppet of his? The one that was supposed to ‘protect their kids.’ His fingers curled around his knife.
Charlotte had noticed him by now, looking at him with relief and tears. “Uncle William!” She beamed. “Will you let me in? It’s so cold out here.”
He stared down at her, then inside, to the music box the ‘security puppet’ rested inside. Presents were stacked up, preventing it from moving. Protection indeed. “Uncle William?” He looked back down at Charlotte, face completely blank.
How ironic would it be, for Henry’s animatronic to fail it’s one purpose? How karmic would it be, for Henry to know what it was like to lose a child?
He offered a free hand to her, a smile twisting on his face. “Of course I’ll let you in. I don’t want my favorite niece catching a cold.” Her doubt washed from her face, gladly taking his hand. “Let’s take the back entrance, hm?”
“Okay! Thank you Uncle William!”
They faded into the alleyway, one hand holding Charlotte’s, the other holding his knife. “Let me get my keys,” he said, acting as though he was fumbling for them.
He swung the blade, stabbing into Charlotte’s abdomen. She stared at him, wide eyed, for only a moment before she tried to scream. His hands went for her neck, choking it before it could escape. She struggled, clawing at him, but the knife in her belly and the hands on her windpipe kept her down until, slowly, her movements faded and faded, until her body went limp and her eyes went lifeless, until she was completely and utterly still.
William, breathing heavily now, released his hold of her neck. Her body fell to the ground, blood mixing with the rain. He stared down at her, a ringing in his ears.
What had he done?
What had he done?!
He fell to his knees, reaching towards her. Oh god, what had he done? Her eyes were forever open, forever staring at him in horror and shock and betrayal . His stomach rolled. Oh god, oh god. He killed her. He fucking killed her.
He.. he..
Henry couldn’t know.
He couldn’t let Henry know.
His breathing became hoarse. His eyes darted to his knife still stuck in her gut. He yanked it out. Oh god, oh god, oh god. He had to go. He had to go. He couldn’t stay he had to go.
He rushed back to his car, slamming the door and speeding off. Fuck fuck fuck this wasn’t supposed to happen. Fuck, what had he done ?! He couldn’t have killed her . He… he… he…
He is so, so sorry Henry .