Hello guys! Chapter 1 got finished a little earlier than expected, so here it is! Anyways, I'll be making occasional edits on this post, but for now, here's Chapter 1 of Broken Memories. Broken Memories is my fan story, and is about Henry finding out who killed his daughter. This is inspired partially by the FNAF lore, but also the product of a headcanon that I have come up with over the years. FNAF is property of Scott Cawthon and Steel Wool Games.
---Chapter 1: Ringleader---
Henry stared in silence at his television. It had been a month since Charlie died, and nobody (William, the police, or even Henry himself) had any leads on the case. The police concluded that it was a random act of violence, and went on with it. But Henry didn’t like that conclusion, but went along with it. The funeral was going to be the next day, and Henry couldn’t bring himself to even think about it. He sighed, got up from his chair, and decided to call William, his co-worker. “Hey, Henry, just heard about Charlotte. Sorry about that.” a voice on the other end of the line said after a few rings and a brief pause. “Yeah, William, it’s been hell. Look, I’ve been thinking about something ever since, you know, Evan.” Henry replied. He hated to bring up Evan, but William was over his grief already. His voice was filled with grief, but sounded tired, as he had not had much sleep in the past week.
A brief pause went by, and then William replied, “Okay, what is it?” Henry thought of what to say. He couldn’t just outright tell him he was thinking about closing Fredbear’s and moving everything to the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza location that they opened a month before Charlie’s death. “Um, you know, I don’t think all this publicity is good for the diner. And I feel it’s better off if we just, you know, close Fredbear’s down and move everything over to the new location. It’d be good for business and I think it’s what…. Charlie and Evan wanted. For us to be successful.” Henry could barely get the words out of his mouth, his voice was filled with grief. “You know, since Evan, I’ve thought about it too. And I feel that it is better if we close Fredbear’s,” William replied. “You just keep yourself together, okay? I’ve heard the funeral’s tomorrow, and I’ll be there.” Henry sighed.
“Yeah, you’re a good friend, William. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Henry replied. “Bye.” He hung up the phone and sighed. How was he going to deal with Charlie’s death? He had nobody to talk to except maybe William, and even he was busy dealing with his own grief. He walked into the kitchen. He had to eat something. He had barely eaten anything since Charlie died. Henry opened the fridge, and all that stared back at him was a bowl of leftover spaghetti from a couple of days ago, various cartons of milk and juice, an assortment of vegetables, and yogurt cups. “I need to go to the supermarket.” Henry mumbled. He grabbed the bowl of spaghetti and threw it in the microwave.
A couple of minutes later, as he was watching TV and eating his bowl of spaghetti, he had an idea. Henry was going to find out who killed his daughter, starting with the person he trusted most: his friend. After he got done eating and washing his bowl, he ran up the stairs and was headed to his room, but noticed the door to Charlotte’s room wide open. Henry walked inside, but a sudden wave of anger and grief overcame him, and he started throwing things around. Stuffed animals, picture frames, bedsheets, everything he could throw with his hands was tossed around the room until it was a mess. Then he curled up on the floor of the bedroom and started crying. Why did his daughter deserve to die? Who would do such a thing to a little girl, and why? A million questions ran through his mind, until he finally landed on a certainty: He was going to find his daughter’s killer, starting with the place she called home: Fredbear’s Family Diner. And he was going to make sure that whoever did it was going to pay the consequences for their actions, and not in a good way.