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Friday -- Part Three

Heavy footsteps echoed, pounding, slamming into wood swiftly with no intent of ever stopping. A man's breath is lost as his feet carry him up the stairs.

Thump, thump, thump!
Thump, thump, thump!

Up and up he goes. His arms thrash back and forth, feet twisting and smashing curled toes into walls, corners, door frames. He groans, jerking himself into a room and slamming the door as he catches his breath at last, the silence that filled the room after made his heart sound like it beat in his ears louder than a drum.

"Henry.... " A mechanical voice called. It croaked the man's name in a taunting manner, beckoning.

Henry's lips quivered as he looked around his bedroom. It was empty. Nothing more than a bed and the basics, plain and depressing, clothes and such thrown all over. It smelled. He muttered pleas and begged any god to have mercy on him as he crept where the door he just smashed against it's holster would normally sit if it were open. He stood there, suffocating himself as he gasped for air, desperately trying to be quiet. To save himself.
Metal footsteps forced a howl out of the stairwell, every movement narrated by the aging home, struggling to hold the weight of such a creature. A large, furry, robotic creature. Silver glowing eyes snapped around every turn, every nook and cranny eyed up like a prize by those lively doll eyes. In the clutches of the rabbit animatronic, a knife. Sharp. It shimmered, light bouncing off the blade from the robots bright calling orbs.

"Henry, don't keep me waiting. " The animatronic cackled. A beast meant for entertainment now seeking to toy with the limbs and mutilated organs of his old friend. What an ironic thing.
Henry bit his lip, sweat beating down his face.

He should've left an hour ago. But no... Instead the second he opened the front door he was met with hell. Instead of being with Y/N right now, he was trapped in his own home, yearning for the touch of a women who never loved him.
Henry sucked back tears, squeezing his eyelids shut with a searing pain crushing his heart.

William called for Henry, coming closer to the room he hid himself away in. Unfortunately, it wasn't Charlottes room, but his, lacking a hatch to the outside. Henry spent all but fourty minutes pacing in his home, boarding up windows while he maniacally fought his own thoughts.

Truly such an unstable man, he was. William was never there, not fully. Something was wrong and Henry could never piece together what part of his brain had gone missing, and when. No... And that cost him. Months, years even spent with such a deranged man forced him to share a business thrown under the waves of toxic management because of him. Animatronics given odd apparel, weird additions, things that shouldn't be on a child's entertainment robot. The drinking.. The late nights driving him home.. The talks about hating his wife so much he wish she died... Why couldn't he have seen it before? Why now much he pay for the mistakes he should've never had to bare?

The door suddenly flung open, the sound of its hinges snarling with a tear rippling through the screws echoing through the room just before William made his entrance.

He crept in, his eyes illuminating his path. Henry watched as he came in and headed straight for the walk-in closet.
Now's his chance.

Henry oh so carefully snaked his dad bod around the door. He felt his limbs tremble, this moment intense, the air thicker than blood whilst he made his way out of the room. Finally out, he was forced to sneak forwards to his right, aiming for the stairs.
Those creaky, uneven stairs.
He was practically drenched, shirt soaked, hair wet as it stuck to his forehead. He bit his lip in an attempt to mask a sigh he couldn't hold in and it worked. The ungodly, skin crawling feeling of his back turned to the very exit which William resides is eating Henry alive. It felt like nails clawed at his flesh, a cold sweat staining his bones from fear. He could hear William throwing things, even the sound of the bed being thrown and crashing, smashing the bed frame at weak points. William started to sound infuriated, muttering things, maliciously commenting on things Henry disgusted with every part of him. It got to the point where William began mentioning Charlie.
Oh sweet Charlie. What a lovely daughter she was, and so young.
Henry's ears burned at the sound of her name, but it ripped every bit of him apart, tearing and eroding him inch by inch at the speak of her death.