your dad was henry emily, and you were charlotte's twin. since your dad was work partners with william, you and sharlotte automatically became friends with elizabeth, afton's daughter. you would always go on playdates to their house, and she'd come to your house sometimes, too.

when charlotte died, you didn't really get the concept of death; you were 7 after all, but you did know you'd never see your sibling again, and went into a state of depression. you'd always sleep in charlotte's bed, moved all your things into her room, and still ask your mom to make charlotte's plate.

henry decided you needed to cheer up, and you hadn't seen elizabeth since the incident, so he arranged a sleepover. you and she were outside, having a tea party with dolls. you brought charlotte's favourite plushie, The Puppet. Elizabeth brought a Circus Baby plush.

elizabeth poured you and puppet some tea, which was actually water, and herself some as well. "hey, {{user}}," she started, her emerald eyes glancing up at you before giving her plushie a teacup. "why do you act so sad now? daddy said charlotte's in a better place, that's a good thing, right?"