WOOO!! Rough Henry design LMAO bonus mini comic thing, BC why not
Y'all try on your mates glasses too, right?
-- Notes under the cut --
- He never shaves his moustache LMAO he does his beard, tho.
- Along with William, he needs glasses to see, but his eyesight is dramatically worse then Wills LOL
- The design is like-- sorta a combo of Henry's Novel and Character files design BSBSVSVSV
- This is his work attire, he wears suitable clothes for engineering ofc
- His wife left 🫡 as to why is unknown. They never fought to the extent of her leaving, but she left Henry behind one day, and Charlie. Charlie constantly thinks about it, but all she and Henry know, is Henry's wife left on good terms.
- Henry was the one to sing "my grandfather's clock" to Charlie as she grew up. Charlie was so fixated over the song, she would hum or sing it whenever they passed a Grandfather clock at the shops. Eventually, Henry created a smaller then average grandfather clock as a gift. This is why it calms the puppet.
- Henry has a habit of getting stressed and frustrated if work isn't going the way he wants. He doesn't lash violently out but he does request quiet and loneliness if he gets too heated. He has a personal punching bag in his shed.
- He originally created Carnie which later was repurposed into Lefty.
- After Charlie's death, he fell into severe depression. He drank heavily and it wasn't until he was confronted by Michael again, that he started seeing a therapist. He is still on edge alot and suffers from his mental health.
-- Relationships --
William:
- His relationship with William is very close lol romantically involved? No clue. Maybe they are, maybe they aren't, I seriously haven't decided, just like I haven't decided with Mike and Jeremy lmao
- Henry is William's crutch. He feels jealousy toward him, but ultimately relies on him most of the time after his own wife left (on bad terms). Henry doesn't mind, though.
- William is considered family to Henry.
- He is also the one to discover Williams corpse inside springbonnie and decided to board up every single safe room. Yikesssssss
- Strangely, Springtrap doesn't act violent toward Henry. He stares just- silently. Watching.
Charlie:
- Loves his daughter more than anything in the world.
- He passionately encourages Charlie's path in wood work after discovering her love for wooden crafts like the aforementioned Grandfather clock and various types of Puppets. Sometimes, if supervised, Henry hands her a block of wood and tools and lets her craft away. She finds peace in wood calving and Henry's utterly joyful.
- He struggles to recognise the Puppet as his own daughter, and unknowingly put her through so much pain when being caught by Lefty. It was only after the capture did he find out that of course the puppet is possessed by his daughter 😭 he just thought it was possessed by a very vengeful ghost. He didn't know that ghost possesed Golden Freddy, and that's why he's not in FNAF Pizzaria Simulator :')
Michael:
- He's on edge around Mike. He reminds him too much of Will.
- After Crying Child and Elizabeth died, aswell as Charlie's murder and William disappearing (he got spring locked rip), Michael lived with Henry shortly before disappearing himself. (He went to the SL bunker.)
- Henry looks after post-scooped Michael.
- Henry doesn't anticipate Mike to be the one to work at the Pizzaria Sim location-- but he knows this is where he wants to be.
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Bottom of the Food Chain
The appetite goes first.
No one ever gets that part right. Easy to write off as a million other things. Sickness, stress, change in the wind. Doesn't matter. Point is, food no longer means anything to you.
Probably for the best. Means you can spend more time doing stuff, right? Skip breakfast every day, no need to sit down for lunch. The evening just flies by.
And then you're back.
No need for water, either. Y'know, that basic human right that everyone squabbles over? Not you. Not anymore. Now there's no need for bathroom breaks. You count that as a win, you can never find anywhere private here, anyway. There's always a cubicle closed for one reason or another.
Sometimes you hear whimpering through the cracks.
You don't sleep anymore. Maybe it's the stress.
Nights are wide open now, so they call you in. Extra dosh, shifts wide open that no one else has the right mind to take. But your mind is just right. Ever since you stopped eating.
There's others like you, that's the thing. No one talks about them, those crazy zombie idiots who take 18 hour shifts just to feel alive. Must be snorting a line on the side to power them through, but it's a big company and if the CEOs can do it, who's stopping the little guy?
You sometimes check the mirror just to make sure your face is still there. Been a while since you've felt it. All the muscles have gone numb. You prod and poke at your sagging skin, practically sloughing off bone.
Someone's crying in the cubicle behind you.
Well, the toilet still needs to be used for something, you suppose.
Time's gone all weird. All craggy around the edges. How long have you been here, really? What decades have slipped by past your notice? You're still the same. Can’t eat, can't sleep, but hey, you look good. Bones so prominent it could be Botox, but you don't have the cash to burn on that, no matter how many hours you work.
You work every hour. Home's a distant memory. Friends and family are long gone, left behind or aged out of their skin. Sounds like a personal problem. You don't discuss those anymore, not since the crying moved behind the walls.
Time's no longer kind to you. It happens to us all, eventually. But you were meant to be different. The perfect machine.
You're malfunctioning. We all do. Don't be so hard on yourself.
They don't want you near the execs. Soon, the smell is too much for even their expensive cologne to disguise. They put you on the phoneline for a while, conveniently out of sight, right until your jawbone snaps off and your tongue lolls out and sputters.
No voice, no worries, they can still make use of you yet. You'll clean the floors till your arms waste away and even then, pieces of you can always be repurposed.
We're all about sustainability, here.
The rich always want to live forever, but that gift isn't for them. They don't put their whole body into the company like you, they don't make the same sacrifices. They're envious of you, you know? They'd kill to be as skinny as you are now.
Maybe their names will be immortal, but you, my friend, you are.
Your blood is in this company. You'll never die.
Hey... why are you crying?
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in my most recent trawl through the ace attorney tag i saw a post that, based on its phrasing, may have been prompted by the ask i answered about my thoughts on aa5 and 6. nothing wrong with that, pretty standard 'why does everyone act like aa5/6 killed mainline but when you go and actually play them they're just fine games'. at the end of the day whether or not you think 5/6 are well written, interesting, or fun is extremely subjective. but it's crazy how whenever anyone is making a post about how Everyone Is Just Being A Hater The Games Aren't That Bad the racism thing never comes up.
since i'm insane enough to comb through the main fandom tag without really having anyone blocked and while filtering almost nothing i have seen a Lot of pro soj stuff, and i can't recall a single instance of anyone actually talking about the racism when they come out with an overall favorable view of the game? i obviously can't know what anyone is thinking but the impression i get is that many of them don't actually view the racism as real/an issue and kinda view pointing it out as a 'gotcha' that people who hate the game use as a cudgel against it. like we just think the game is racist because we hate it and are trying to find reasons to shit on it? it would be refreshing to see even one person go 'heres why i think shitting on aa6's writing is blown out of proportion but i do still agree that its racist'
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