Willry/Helliam stuff- help

"I have to find her"

Warning!: sad stuff. Also some spoilers to the books as well, this isn't that much of a fan fic or Will and Henry- not by a long shot but it's an interpretation of what Henry dealt with. So yea- Tw: mentions of kidnapping, death, harsh language, self harm, you have been warned.

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The downfall of FredBear's was devastating, yet not a surprise to most people in New Harmony all the way to Hurricane. The death of the business's owner's daughter. That really what started all of the downfall of the business. Then an attempt to rebrand by making a new location under the name Freddy's yet that then became controversial. Dangerous. A disappointment to the public.

Henry Emily truly was a disturbing man after what happened. Not only was it his establishments that had fallen of the higher arcs, but he lost himself too. But more long ago before the business. Or at least that's what Clay Burke; the next chief of police, described it to be.

"Do you remember anything that night she went missing." He had asked Henry.

But yet no response, only blankness, only dread, and no life within those black doe eyes.

"Mister Emily-"
"I DON'T KNOW....I DON'T....know......I don't remember I...." The shorter male broke his own silence. A felt of eeriness began filling the room like a toxin. Clay sighed heavily, unsure what words were right to use for despite being a cop for about two decades.

"Mister Emily....I need you to be cooperative with me. Is there anything at all that you remember before your little girl went missing."

Henry sat there, teary eyed, and majorly lost. The man looked down at his hands, pain and guilt flourishing within him, within his very soul. A bit of mumbling there, mumbling here. The shorter male then wiped his face with his hand, still not willing to speak.

"If you want us to help find your child, I need you to talk to me." Clay leaned closer, trying to read Henry. Something about Henry was uncomfortable. Equivalent discomfort from a suspect. The officer grimaced a bit, having that image of that man's face in his mind. That grin, that mocking smirk. That composure of a psychopath and brilliant business man. No wonder Henry had partnered with him. The two were both odd. And the way that man talked about the male in front of him.

"...I was with my wife, we....had set everything up for opening. It was evening time, and like what me and...William do..." Henry said quietly, recollecting memory, image, and coherency. Still, his eyes wandered as if still processing or maybe fabrication. But there was pain in his face. Pain everywhere. There wasn't anything to fabricate. The loss of a child, kidnapped or killed..why would a father or mother lie about anything like that.

"I was in character for a bit..but then I had to check maintenance and so William said he'd...cover for me." Henry continued, much slower now, gaining the awareness. As for Clay, he listened carefully. And closely.

"During that time period I was away, eventually an hour goes by and..." Henry paused again, feeling pain in his chest. His heart breaking hearing his son scream and wail for his sister. "I......" Henry tried to continue, but only waterfalls could pour over again, he refused to shut the dam. How could he not cry? He can't for the life of himself forgive or forget the panic. The thought that he was a negligent father. How could he not cry for his daughter, how could he not?

"Take your time." Clay tried to sound reassuringly.

"...then I hear screaming. At first I thought it was the only small children at our diner but then I...recognized the crying, my son Samuel." Henry froze up a bit, feeling a sudden coldness and numbness when recounting piece by piece. "I rushed out of the back room, followed the crying where I found Him by himself. And I knew something was wrong because he was never on his own....my wife would usually be by them. Samuel was by himself in that closet where suits were stored. And that's where I found my daughter's bracelet....."

Awkward silence filled the room for a moment. The air felt thin and the room felt smaller than it truly was for both the officer and the smaller man.

".....And do you know where William had gone?" Clay pressed a bit, seeing Henry tense up and suddenly cry less.

"...he wasn't there when I found Sam...it's like we looked all over the place for her....I could understand because she's little but William was no where to be found. No where at all. He's not little....he's not hard to find...." Henry rubbed his arms, trying to self soothe. "He could've been outside but I don't know...."

"...Mister Emily?" Clay asked, beginning to see the gap that Henry's partner failed to add to.

"....yes?..." the shorter male looked up a bit to the officer, exhausted but a small drop of hope.

"....Has Mister Afton ever shown violent tendencies when under the influence of alcohol? Or has he ever shown behavior that would be considered as...unnatural?"

Henry paused, feeling his stomach drop to the pits of his stomach. He felt like something was to come out of this line of questioning. Was his friend responsible of something? What was this sudden feeling of William's hands touching his hands or clawing along the back of his back and neck.

"Maybe once but never at work......you don't think he'd hurt my daughter would he?-" Henry then asked, feeling ready to cry even more than he had like a distressed mother. The thought that his business partner, his friend, maybe even more than friend...harming his child set alarm. Further alarm.

"It is a possibility..." Clay tried to say without provoking anymore distress from Henry.

"....I'd like you to take a look at these photos." Clay then added, pushing pictures of what seemed to be blood droplets along a hand of a mascot suit. The yellow rabbit, the suit William wore that evening before Cahrlotte's disappearance. Henry went pale, feeling his stomach twist and turn at the sight. His heart pounded against his chest, looking at those tiny droplets. Those tiny specks. Suddenly everything felt slow. Everything around Henry began to become echoed, like his entire being was sucked out of his shell of a body he owned. The most horrendous thoughts poured through like a thunder storm. Worse than the thoughts of just kidnapping. But his child potentially being murdered.

"We found these specks of blood of one of the suits. Some of it did match up with her DNA when we did the lab work." The officer spoke. He could feel the life be sucked right out of the smaller male who sat across from him. There was further awkward silence and tension.

"...I need to go home-" the man blurted.

"Mister Emily, we need to know how to help. And part of that help comes from needing to know more about the suspect-"

"I don't know anything. I don't know why he would....hurt her....I...I can't be here anymore. I can't...I have to find her.."

Before Clay could stop the smaller man, Henry barged out the room, pulling his jacket over himself storming out the station, car keys in hand. He was going straight to the one who lied. He was going straight to the potential man who could've hurt his child. William Afton....had hell to pay. That man, had a load of shit to explain.

"I have to find her.
He will tell me the fucking truth."

Then the headlights of the car turned on and Henry was on his way. He was going to find her. He was going to confront him. He will do anything.

"I will find her."