Author's Note: 25 chapters. Wow. Thank you for sticking with me for 25 chapters! All your support is immensely appreciated!
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Charlie woke up to her father gently shaking her.
"Mmmf?"
"Just making sure you're okay." He whispered.
"Mmm." She pulled the covers over her head. The mattress rose as Henry got off of it seconds later. "...Where are you going?"
No response. Charlie's pills had a death grip on her- she immediately drifted back off, but only for a minute. When she opened her eyes again, her father was standing by the window, having pulled the curtains back. He darted away from it seconds later, and she blacked out again. Charlie's eyes didn't open again, but she heard him getting dressed. The last thing she was aware of was his touch. He gently pulled the covers down and away from her face in order to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. Then he was gone.
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When Charlie woke up next, she immediately kicked the covers off and made her way downstairs, still dazed from her medication. Everything that had happened the previous night seemed like some kind of fever dream. She went to her room and put on some fresh clothes before heading downstairs.
"Dad?" She called as she descended the stairs. No response. "Aunt Jen?"
"In the kitchen." Her aunt called back. Charlie entered the kitchen apprehensively.
"Where's dad?"
Aunt Jen frowned.
"I thought he was still sleeping."
"No? I stayed in his bed last night and he's gone."
Aunt Jen flipped the pancake on the griddle in front of her.
"Check the workshop. He's been in there at all sorts of odd hours lately."
Charlie darted out the back door, not bothering to put on her boots. The cold snow stung her feet as she made her way to the workshop. The door was slightly ajar and relief washed over her. Her father left the door open when he was inside because the lock was somewhat faulty and he'd gotten trapped a few times.
"Dad...?" She stepped into the workshop slowly. Her father didn't acknowledge her. He was staring out the window, gripping its frame. His tools were scattered everywhere and boxes of parts were overturned. "Dad?"
"Everything's gone."
"What are you talking about?"
Henry turned around.
"My blueprints. All of them. I hid them throughout the workshop, and they're all gone."
"...William?" Charlie whispered. Henry nodded.
"We have to get to Junior's."
Junior's? What could possibly be at Junior's?
"Get your boots on. We have to go now."
Charlie nodded and darted back into the house, her father following her closely.
"There you are!" Aunt Jen chirped. "Sit down, I made pancakes."
"Later, Jen. It's inventory day at Junior's and we need to run. Where are your keys?"
"On the coffee table. Is everything okay?"
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Autophobia
FanfictionStory Summary: Freddy's is a distant memory to Henry Emily- at least, he wants it to be. He founded Junior's Pizza to forget, but his daughter, Charlie isn't so eager to leave Freddy's behind. Her father carries on like it never existed, but Charli...
