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"Return To Sender"
-ELVIS PRESLEY

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     Your head pounded as you sat up in bed, your hand nearly clawing at your head. Your eyes looked out of the window, the light drizzle of the rain soothing you only slightly.

    You still weren't used to the house being this quiet. Charlie and Sammy always used to keep it noisy and loud.

   After an agonizingly long day in court, Henry's ex-wife officially got full custody of their children. Women usually did end up with the higher hand in cases like these, so you weren't exactly surprised.

   You shivered as you clung onto your sweatshirt, making your way downstairs in the cold house. To your surprise, Henry was sound asleep on the couch. It was maybe six or seven in the morning.

   You watched the fire consume the wood that sat comfortably in the fireplace. It being so chilly, the fireplace being set was necessary.

    The chilly air was slightly comforting as you sat in the armchair next to the fireplace, leaning back into the pillows.

   You looked over to the male sleeping on the couch next to the armchair. He looked so peaceful—sleep definitely needed after going through these past few events. You aren't sure how he ended up asleep, you're just happy he's getting rest.

   You took notice that he only had a thin blanket, quickly getting up to drape a much thicker one across his sleeping form.

   His hazel eyes peeked open and quickly looked up at you, a tired expression forming as he slowly sits up and rubs his eyes.

  "What are you doing?" He asked, yawning.

   "I was getting you another blanket."

"That's sweet, but you didn't have to." He chuckles.

  "Well, I just felt like you would've slept better with another one." You shrugged and looked outside, before realizing it was snowing. The powdery white precipitation littered the yard and everything in its path in a blanket.

   "Should you open Fredbear's?" You questioned, looking back from the window. He sighed. "Not much of a point. It's below freezing outside."

  "That's a bummer, considering it's a Friday." You said, closing the curtains to the window.

   "Can you bring me that vanilla folder right there?" He pointed towards the folder sitting on the mantle above the fireplace. You grabbed the folder and handed to him.

  "These are Will's plans, I've been meaning to show them to you." He said, flipping through them.

   You sat down next to him, peering onto the sheets of paper on the coffee table.

   "Oh, that's complicated." You muttered as he shows you the design of a clown robot of some sorts.

   Circus Baby.

     Her giant, red pigtails complimented her rosy cheeks and bright outfit of the same color. The blue eyes were giant, and childlike, the microphone gasped in her hand.

  "This is so.. futuristic?" You questioned as Henry pushed aside the page you were just looking at, a similar page with the same character, but more of an x-ray look into her.

    "An ice cream dispenser, huh?" You mumbled as you looked at her features. "She can sing, dance, inflate balloons at her fingertips?" You we're in awe as you looked at the designs.

   "This is incredible, state of the art, even. But there's something that confuses me." You point to an open space in what would be the stomach of the animatronic.

  "What the hell is that?"

     It looks to be as of some kind of compartment, a little too large to be brushed off so easily. "That's what concerns me." Henry mentions. "I don't know what the hell any of this is, or even how he's doing this."

   "I'm sure he'll realize how out there this really is and will maybe just put it to the side." You waved your hand.

  Henry picked up a different folder from the table, replacing the one he was previously holding.

  "This has some of my first ever plans in them." He mentions. "I wanted you to see them."

   You pointed to one of them. "Is that the beta version of Spring Bonnie?"

  "Sure is." He smiled, flipping the page.

  "Woah. Was that the original model of the built-in music boxes you did?" You pointed to one of the sketches. He pointed to the sketch next to it. "It was more of this one. I still use this design."

    His hand brushed against mine, his skin cold to the touch. A tint of pink highlighted your cheeks as you continued looking at the plans.

   "Oh my god I remember learning how to program that!" You beamed with a moment of happiness, pointing to one of the sketches.

   He just watched and smiled as you flipped through the vanilla folder in sheer awe.

  "God, you're a genius.." You mumbled and ran your finger over the little notes that were written on the blueprints god knows how long ago.

   You turned towards Henry. "You're an absolute genius, you know that?" You laughed as you took in all of the first editions.

   "Thank you."