Midnights thinkin' about you

-Midnights- 1

*Henry's POV*

I sigh. Another sleepless night, I thought. Thinking about you know who. The horrible thoughts had never left my mind ever since my daughter gotten taken. I just want to stomp him into the ground. Make him feel vulnerable, make him feel like he's nothing. I frown, looking over at my nightstand and seeing my diary. I pick it up, flipping through it until I finally find a clean page. I started writing something on this, as I could see from the faintly erased marks of pencil that looked like "May 12th, 1983." A day before my daughter disappeared. A day before her birthday party.

Dear Diary,
June 30th, 1983

I still can't come to terms with what happened. I made that security puppet just to protect her, but it had a flaw. If it couldn't save my daughter then, it couldn't save anyone else. I disassembled it about a week ago. It had no use no more. Fredbear's got shut down because of the recent incident, and now I can't stop thinking about it. About him. He was the one behind all of these tragedies. The loss and suffering to so many people. The last time I saw him that night was when he went to go grab me a slice of cake from the party room, since I was too busy dealing with some paperwork that night, I couldn't go get it myself. He came back with the cake, obviously. And then I didn't see him again. Him or Charlie. I haven't seen him since. And I can't stop thinking about him. Where did William go? Is William okay? What happened to William? Why is William acting like this? William, william, william. It bothers me constantly. I just want to see him again. Just to confirm every question I have been asking myself for the past month. All that I can think about is William. I just want to see him again. That's all I want.

I close my diary, sighing as I flop down onto my bed. I look over at my nightstand, my diary still in my hands as I hugged it close to my chest. Why did it have to be him? The man I trusted the most.. why him. I just miss him so much. My business partner, the man I stood beside when things went wrong, my lifeline. He was there when my wife left, and I was there for him. We always had eachother through thick and thin.

*.•*•*.

I stayed wide awake the whole entire time. I could make myself sleep, but not until I get these questions answered. I get up, going to make myself a coffee when a knock comes to my door. I wasn't expecting anyone. Maybe it's the police? Maybe some news station? They wouldn't come by unannounced. I shrug it off and open the door.

I gasp as I see who was there.

William Afton, sweating, breathing heavily, his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. "Hen...henry.." He takes some more breaths before continuing, "I've been looking for you.."

I raise an eyebrow, inviting him inside. "Err.. alright. Come sit down on the couch." what could he possibly want from me? I ask myself.

"I want you to forgive me... please."