Chapter 43: Saturday, Part 1: Today is the Day

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Pov: Third Person.
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Several years ago
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Henry was sitting on the floor of his living room, watching as the little girl played with her new toy.

"Do you like your new toy, Charlie?" He asked.

"Yes." The 'toddler' replied, looking at her toy, it was a purple elephant with a black top hat.

"That's good. I'm glad." He said with a smile that didn't come close to reaching his eyes.

"Is there anything you want to do, Cha-" Henry got cut off as someone knocked on the door.

". . One moment!" He called as he quickly got up and grabbed the 'child' by the arm, pressing a button on the side of her cheek, which deactivated the illusion, which turned her back into Ella, a doll he made for his daughter several years ago, before he found her lying in the alleyway outside of JR's.

He put the doll back onto the ground before he grabbed the elephant and threw it into Charlie's old room.

He went back to the living room, glancing at the three empty bottles on the coffee stand before he looked out the window before he opened the door.

"William. . . what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I came to check on you, Jen told me you haven't . . been yourself lately." William Afton replied as he not-so-discretely leaned to the side, looking past Henry and into the living room, his eyes went straight to the Ella doll.

"I'm fine." Henry leaned in the same direction William did, blocking his view.

"You're terrible at lying. I saw the bottles."

Henry sighed as he stepped out of the way, letting William come inside.

William entered, shutting the door behind him, deciding not to mention that Henry's gotten better since his sister moved closer to Hurricane.

"Hm, to be honest, I was expecting a bit more of a mess- never mind, I just killed a dust bunny," William said as he accidentally kicked up a bit of dust.

". . . It's only dust." Henry stated as he grabbed the three bottles before heading to the kitchen with them.

As Henry went to throw out the bottles, William crouched down and picked up Ella, looking at it, noticing a small chip on her cheek.

"Hmm. . fascinating." He muttered quietly.

"What was that?" Henry asked, coming back from the kitchen.

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you are still seeing things."

"What do you mean?"

"Jen said you were talking to yourself- no, not yourself, but to this doll, speaking to it as if it was Charlotte. . ." He trailed off, waiting to see if Henry was going to defend himself, or yell at him about Charlotte. When Henry said nothing, he frowned before he turned to him.

"How far you've fallen. . ." He sighed, dropping the toy, not before grabbing the chip off of it.

"Look, Henry, people are beginning to think it was you who. . . killed our daughters, along with those five other children. You need to stop muttering to yourself when someone questions you, or you will get arrested. And you playing pretend with Charlotte's toys won't help."

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