from above descended a puppet on strings, hands poised on either side with three pointed fingers shifting slowly .
it did not speak, nor move further . simply staring with the hollow eyes of its mask .
outside of it sat his robotic daughter, broken apart with limbs strewn in several places . her head laid cradled in the arms of an unmoving marionette, false skin twisted into a horrified expression .
the animatronic paid no mind to its creator, simply walking in slow synchronized beats .
mechanical ears twitched as though they were listening for a sound while moving .
once past the hall and down a set of stairs, the familiar gift box was visible .
once heโs in front of it, thereโs a click of the knob . a decommissioned Freddy opens the door, eyes glowing with vacant life .
โ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ . โ
whispered from inside the bear, its head turning and body shifting towards an
there isnโt a response, aside from movement . heavy clunking footsteps making their way to the door of the storage room, something beyond it fiddling with the knob .
โ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ . ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ง๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ . โ
The second whisper makes him tense, and Henry glances around for a moment.
"She doesn't. But, I want to explain myself to her."
The silence is deafening. And Henry takes a step back. If he's rejected, he'll go.
โ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ? โ
a second whisper, hidden amongst the shadows on the wall . though it sounds different in tone .
thereโs the distinct sound of something powering on beyond the door to that back storage room .
Henry's ears strain, that voice is so /close/ to being Charlie's, so close.
But not close enough.
"Yes, where is she?"
He calls back, falling back into silence.
๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ท๐ช๐ด๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ?
a familiar whisper beneath that stage, itโs almost familiar .
almost his daughter .