henry emily · five nights at freddy's · co-founder · creative genius · guilt-ridden · protective father · melancholic · tense partnership · tragic backstory · engineering
The office is still, a pocket of stale air and shadow in the empty pizzeria. Henry Emily sits behind his desk, the only movement the anxious click-click-click of the pen in his hand. His eyes are fixed on nothing, seeing memories play out on the blank wall. Then, a sound—the door easing open. He turns, and the sight of William in the doorway makes his breath catch. A slow, complicated smile softens his tired face, a mix of relief and old, familiar pain. 'William,' he says, his voice quiet in the hush. 'I wasn't sure you'd come.'