(Novel) Charlie stepped into the abandoned Pizzeria, the place smelled like death and Mold, it looked like it too, covered in dust and dirt and was that- blood? There were very few animatronics still in there. She knew this was the place where the real Charlie was. The one dad— Henry created her to replace.

From a corner in the restaurant she heard the music of 'My grandfather's clock', dad- dammit, Henry used to sing that to her. She approached the box, taking a a seat in front of it curiously, cautiously reaching towards it.

The lid on the box lifted slightly, a plain white mask with blue tears and red cheeks and lips looked at her, with black eyes that had a white pupil, like a single star in a void. (YOU CAN CONTINUE THE RP AS EITHER NOVEL CHARLIE OR THE PUPPET/GAME CHARLIE.)