Henry pov
I had just left the police station. I was driving to my house and I saw a familiar car parked outside of Freddy's
What was William doing there?
I pulled over and tried to open the doors.
Locked.
Of course, of course.
I walked around the back and saw William at the far end of the alley, standing over something. It was too dark to make out.
"William?" I called. William tensed and looked ahead of him.
"H-Henry." He responded.
"I-...why? Why did you kill my daughter?" I asked softly.
"B-because-...I really don't know, Henry... ever since Evan died-"
"NO! Don't you dare blame your being a murderer on your dead son. Or your dead daughter. Why. Why did you make the choice to kill my daughter?" I spat.
"...I- I don't know... I- I mean, I killed more people before her b-but-...I never felt...finished...but that night I-...I offered Charlie a ride home and something came over me. I drove faster and I stopped right behind here. She ran and I just... chased her, my knife in hand...and I-"
"Why did you kill them, William?" I snapped
"BECAUSE I BLOODY WANTED TO! HAVING THE BLOOD SPLATTER ACROSS MY FACE FELT NICE! IT CALMED ME DOWN WHEN NOTHING ELSE WOULD." William screamed.
He sighed and turned around. I couldn't see him well, due to the darkness. That and the tears welling up in my eyes.
"Why are you like this?" I asked
"I- I don't k-know." William sighed.
"You're a horrible person." I snapped.
William looked at me and nodded.
"I'm sorry." He said, before pushing past me and getting in his car.
My glasses fell off of my face when William pushed me, so now I couldn't see at all. I got on the ground and placed my hand around, looking for my glasses. Once I found them I got back in my car
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I woke up and saw my wife sitting on the floor infront of our bed. I put my glasses on and looked at her better
"Jess? You ok?" I yawned.
"Just...thinking about Charlie...and Sammy...and Charlotte." She said. I looked down softly and got off of the bed.
"Williams going to get arrested. He won't get away with what he did." I told her, hugging her.
She hugged me back and nodded. She stood up and opened the door.
"Breakfast?" She asked, trying to get her mind off of our dead children.
"Sure, I'll make it. You've been going through a lot recently." I told her, walking out of the room.
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Temporary Friends (A FNAF Story)
Fanfiction(cover art not mine, it's by melinda hendrix on tumblr ) Updates will probably take a while, but hey what can I say Michael Afton was born on September 27th, 1968. His little siblings were born on April 13th, 1972, and the other on December 19th, 19...
