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#charlotte emily's death
pillowspace · 8 months
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Moon and Marinette talking is the cutest thing. Sun and Moon feeling bad for this child who was locked out and killed.
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I shrink from the mirror, afraid of what my reflection may say to me.
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Henry 🌧️
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"how does it feel?"
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doks-aux · 7 months
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Addendum to this.
Charlie: *wrapped in her towel* I want my daddy.
William: *face down on the couch* I want your daddy too.
Charlie: Huh?
William: You fucking heard me.
~Later~
Charlie: *being tucked into bed* Uncle Will wants you. :)
Henry: ...Go to sleep.
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viarayy01-blog · 4 months
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k i really mean it this is the last comic im doing.
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crumbleclub · 11 months
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drabble.
Outside of Fredbear's Family Diner, there are a set of handprints in the sidewalk. The Afton and Emily children had lined up, biggest to smallest, and pressed their palms into cold, wet concrete. They were excited to leave their mark on this place.
Maybe they'd all come back one day to see how much they had grown; how tiny the handprints in the sidewalk seemed to them now. They couldn't wait to find out who they would become.
Every child who'd left their handprint in the sidewalk was gone, now. None of them had made it to twenty years old.
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toringo · 5 months
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Such a silly idea
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sparkrolf · 3 months
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So, like, the other day (yesterday?) I saw a post, which really got me thinking:
To start, I want to say I think good father William/William motivated by his kids' deaths is an interesting idea and can make for equally interesting AUs, but just that, as an idea, I don't subscribe to the actual theory that CC's (and/or especially not Elizabeth's) death kickstarted Will's murder spree.
In fact, I personally think that either Charlie or Elizabeth died before the crying child, more likely Charlie though, and that what CC saw was one of the twos deaths (or alternatively both).
To preface, I'm working under the assumption that Midnight Motorist is about the Afton's (motorist = William, couch slouch = Michael, runaway = CC), and is later the night of Charlotte's murder.
To elaborate, I think either a. as seen in Midnight Motorist, CC runs from home, goes to "that place", the same Freddy's/Fredbear's that William just killed Charlie at, and sees the aftermath, with the Puppet laying over her body, kickstarting (or boosting) his fear of the animatronics, with him under the assumption the Puppet murdered Charlie; to add on, he could've either not told anyone (but William still figured it out), or he was the one who discovered and reported Charlie's body (in addition to this I am somewhat in the camp of thinking the final speaker in 4 is Charlie, possessing, or at least speaking through, the Fredbear plush to CC, which to work would've needed her to die first).
B. is that CC (as somewhat commonly depicted in fanworks) witnessed Elizabeth getting snatched up by Circus Baby, again kickstarting or boosting his fear of the animatronics, and William could've seen this from like, his office or smt.
C. as mentioned earlier, alternatively, both could have happened.
Also for all intents and purposes, I don't think William really cares for his kids, I mean, his mistreatment of them certainly seems to be consistent across timelines (allowing Michael to bully CC, making vague threats concerning CC, constantly neglecting and even slapping Elizabeth, stabbing Vanessa when she defies him), and I'm under the impression any care he may have for his kids is either a twisted mockery of fatherly love, or just false and/or meant to establish control over said kids.
I mean, in TFC William doesn't even seem to put much effort in, yet Elizabeth still works with/for him regardless (for the most part), and the whole reason SL happens is because he tells Michael to go down into the bunker (putting his life at risk in the process, one more contributing to his bad parent rep). I'd wager Will sees he kids more as tools than actual family, especially as he seems far more interested in his, and even moreso Henry's, creations.
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nightmaretherabbit · 5 months
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☠️
☠️ - How They Died
Charlie Emily:Stab wound,bled to death outside of Fredbear's Family Diner's back alley after her "Friends" shut her out
Susie Williams: Decapitated, was thrown against a wall and hit her head, went unconscious and William wanted to make sure she wouldn't get back up
Gabriel Ralston: Throat slit and left leg broken so William didn't have to worry if he had strength to run while he went after the last 3 kids.Blood filled his lungs.
Jeremy Edwards: Impaled with a rod of an animatronic Endo through the heart when he wouldn't stop kicking, punching,and biting at William preventing him from stabbing Jer,so he got Impaled.
Fritz Baker: stabbed in the abdomen by William when he tried to run then had eye plucked out and arm sliced off
Cassidy Ralston: Strangled and mutilated by springlocks in the Fredbear model 2 suit(Golden Freddy) after William put them inside
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very-uncorrect · 20 days
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Charlotte's death is so so sad with the take cake to the children and security puppet mini games because imagine Charlie's been locked out by bullies in the rain and she's yelling to be let back in and banging on the windows, and she's starting to give up...
But then a car drives up, and a familiar face gets out!
"Mr Afton!" she may save cried in relief. She knew that this man was trustworthy, he was her dad's business partner after all, "I'm locked out of the restaurant, could you help me get inside please? I'm really cold."
And then William fucking kills her
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creepy-stimz · 5 months
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sotogalmo · 1 month
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5:50 am
A purple shadow looming over a young girl who's wearing a green bracelet. Most prominent thing in the rain.
Faces blurred, everything is mixed. (Why are we seeing this? )
A voice is heard before it's fast ending came just like the voice
“oh ... Charlotte Emily! .... Why are you out in the rain...?” The purple shadow asked the girl (Charlotte? ... Charlie? ... If this is going where I think it is....)
“..huh?”Charlottelookedbehindher, asmileonherface. “Uncle Bill!”(....You knew him?)
‘Uncle Bill’ laughed at the silly nickname. But he doesn't really mind — “Do you need help going back in?” he asked with (FAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKEFAKE!!!) concern.
Charlotte just nodded, smile still on her face wiping her face (she would be lying if she wasn't crying at least a little bit, it was kinda rude to be locked out, and standing in the rain).
“Here..” Bill said as he outstretched his hand to her. ... Too long of an arm, but Charlotte didn't seem to care (...Don't. please don't.. dontdontdontdontdontdont...you can't).
“I know a short cut, that is away from those rude kids..” Bill said with reassurance.
A long and stuffy corner? Charlotte doesn't know what it's really called (or maybe she does but it was hard to remember it)..
“ooh... Maybe I forgot just how to get there...” Bill said as he suddenly lets go of Charlotte's hand. Well, he is getting older, so that makes sense. Her father's somewhat the same, so she doesn't mind! “Well.. I could always go and get your father.. surely he remembers more than I do!” (SHUT IT.)
That would be nice. She wonders how he's doing actually.. “Can you also ask him how he's doing? ..he doesn't really respond to me, Uncle..”
(........ I knew it........)
A swing. “....Sure, my niece....”
Startled "what are you doing"s and a small scream.
(I knew it. I knew it.)
“....No.. nonono.. no no NO!!”
“.... What a shame...” B ill said (I just know he's smiling. . .
B ast ard), while comforting Henry . “no.. no...”
Henry. Oh Henry.
“i... This... She... please. ...” choking on his words.
“this... this can't be real... my baby... ....please ....” Chanting like a beautiful melody (.. disgusting..)
“Please....” he repeated.
Henry kept on choking on his tears, looking like such a mess. “my baby... my sweet baby...” — “she.. she just..” — “she can't be... Just can't be.. my baby ....”
“no... Please .. William just tell me.. this isn't real . ...... Please ...”
“i can fix this.. please .... I.. please.. I can fix this”
Chanting and chanting. Pleading and pleading. For someone to desperately come back (how can she? And besides, check the robots Mr. Emily... Haven't you thought of that?)
Losing the ability to even say any more words he just.. wailed. And wailed, while his friend Will
Just hugged him. (... I hope he isn't remembering.... that time...)
Henry. | GREENHARE
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It's time to rest, for you,
And for those you have
Carried in
Your arms
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.
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"I HAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTE!!!!!!!!!! HENNNNNNNNNNNNRY!!!!!!!!!! HELLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPP!!!!!!!!! MIIIIIIIIIKEEE!!!!!! HELLLLLLLLLLLPPP!!!!!!!!! MIIIIIKE!!!!! I HAAAAAAAAATTTEE!!!!!!! HEEEEENNNNNNNNNRRRRRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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sensitive-trait · 3 months
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Snow much love ❄️
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doks-aux · 6 months
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He didn't mean to kill Charlie, not really.
He certainly hadn't planned it. Even if he'd thought numerous times about her dying in the last several months, it was never by his hand. It didn't bring him pleasure. He didn't want it to happen. It was just the only thing he thought would make Henry understand, would make them the same again, make him someone Henry could accept.
He wasn't even supposed to be at the diner that night. There was no reason he should be. But he'd been drinking. Because of course he had, because he'd had to talk to her that day and remember it all again, and because it never mattered what the reason was, did it? He was already angry and upset and alone all the time anyway, what did it matter if the drinking made it worse? What did any of it matter?
And he'd driven to the only place that still made some kind of sense, the place he thought he might find Henry because he knew Henry would listen even though he could tell he was getting tired of it, probably already was. But Henry hadn't been there.
But she had. Alone and outcast in the rain, frightened and crying for her father, she was a living reminder of everything Will lacked, everything he hated, everything he was--a mercilessly, cracked mirror that he wanted to shatter to pieces before he had to look at it too long. He wanted her quiet, wanted her out of sight, wanted her gone.
It was quick. She didn't struggle. He barely even felt her neck through the alcohol daze and the gloves. Then he went back to the car, drove home, and fell soaking wet into bed. And by the time he woke hours later to the incessantly ringing phone, he was certain it had all been a bad dream.
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gctchell · 2 months
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