Henry Emily definitely has a four leaf clover Charlotte found and gave to him...
Its flattened inside one of his books and he always forgets its there until he opens it and it falls out and then he starts crying because Charlie's dead.
I love Sammy Emily angst sorry... He has to go through it to be able to exist,,,
Sammy Emily also has to live with the guilt of 'killing' his mother,,, Charlotte was born first with no trouble while Sammy was born second.
But complications while he was being born killed Mrs. Emily and Sammy always felt that Henry hated him for it even though he never has outright said it or alluded to it, but why else would his own father ignore him and basically forget he exists?
William handles the business side of things, the only involvement Henry has is signing papers once in a while.
But when something crazy happens and Henry asks William "What the hell did you do!?" William says plainly in response: "You did read the papers you signed, didn't you?"
(Henry didn't read any of the papers he just signed them so he could get back to work)
William should be concerned at Henry's blatant disregard of whatever hes signing. But William thinks it funny. He times it deliberately to when Henry is working because he knows Henry will just sign and not read while hes busy.
He only needs Henry's signature because he owns half the company, William wouldn't go through the trouble otherwise to get Henry's 'permission' to do things.
Book Henry killing someone because he got so delusional and crazy and paranoid he thought someone was a robot and tried 'taking them apart' to check if they were human or not and when he finally snaps out it instead of seeing oil and robot parts like he expected all there is is blood and guts all over,,,
School picture day for robot Charlie Emily but its just the photographer getting increasingly frustrated because no matter what he does the picture turns out blurry (because of Charlie's illusion disk)
If you ever need a screwdriver you don't have to look around for one, just go up to Henry Emily and shove your hands in his pockets— he probably has one.
The same goes for screws, bolts, or any other little mechanical part or tool he can absent-mindedly put in his pockets.
Thinking of Henry building Theodore for Charlie but he doesn't really even remember doing it, he was just stuck in a daze the whole time— his hands moving with robotic instinct but his mind gone.
He just knew he had to, because Charlie was scared and alone, just like how he's scared and alone, just like Charlotte must've been scared and alone before she died-
The sight of bright yellow in his hands momentarily snaps him out of it. He didn't remember drawing out a pattern for a rabbit, the yellow fabric clutched in his hands grabbed out of familiarity seemed to taunt him.
He was trying so hard to forget that place, he doesn't even let himself think of it by name. He got rid of all it, the building cleared out, abandoned. A new town.
He meticulously went through every photo album, every picture even if it held a precious memory was taken out if it even had a mere mention of that place. The place that had been everything to him, the place that had also TAKEN everything away from him.
He halfhazardly stuffs the yellow fabric away, picking out a softer lighter purple color. Charlie would like that he thinks. He'll still have it be a rabbit, he already drew out a pattern, it would be a waste not to use it, he didn't waste things.
He records his voice "I love you Charlie." puts the plush rabbit together with love for his daughter, for whom he'll bring into this very garage the next day to meet her new friend to keep her company in their lonely lives.
She named him Theodore.
But whenever she mentions his name or shows him that purple rabbit his mind seems to... buffer.
Because instead of a purple rabbit all he can think of is yellow one. A bright yellow rabbit he used to dance on stage with, one he used to entertain with, one with dull silver eyes that would stare at him through the corners of the suits eyes-
He forces the thoughts away, has to compartmentalize them in the back of his rapidly decaying mind so he won't think of it and bring himself spiraling, like he wasn't already.
He makes another, a larger purple rabbit. Charlie says he looks like Theodore, a part of him pauses, a part of him wants to say who it was really supposed to look like— but instead all he just says is:
"Theodore. That's right."
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This is based off a post I made on twitter, about how crying child has a Fredbear plush while Charlie has a rabbit plush— And it made me think like, what if Theodore was originally supposed to be springbonnie but Henry changed his mind. Because it can't be a coincidence that Theodore was a rabbit... eh, it probably is, Scott isn't smart enough to think of something like that lmao-
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