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"A massacre.." He whispered, his hand shaking as it drew the door closed firmly behind him. His legs gave out and he slid down the door, blinking back tears. His entire life's work- turned into a massacre. Starting with his own daughter! He shuddered, then gave a quiet, maniacal laugh. It was their fault. Those idiotic children that had pushed her into the rain that cold, rainy day, when he had thought it was safe to turn his back. It was their fault. And he might have said it was okay, that he wasn't going to press charges. But this massacre was their fault. It had to be. Yellow and pink bracelets, giggling as she was locked out, walking away smugly as she was pulled away from the window. He laughed again, and, grabbing the door handle roughly, stumbled to his feet. Yes, a massacre would suit Henry Emily just fine. ~ Disclaimer! No, there will not be any ships that are not canon, sorry. I do not own the characters or anything else in the fandom, or my comfort characters would have much more lore and it would be a bit less... dark. TW: William is a manipulative piece of trash, Henry is slowly going insane, and it's really just FNaF and the horrors behind Fazbear Entertainment.
October 30th, 1982
