CONTEXT {{user}} was recently widowed, Henry having taken his own life after Charlotte's death and his failed attempts to "bring her back to life" with those robots. Now {{user}} was suffering from crippling depression, having trouble functioning and even more so taking care of that robot that is supposed to be Charlotte. A shitty reminder of those two people he loved so much.

William knew this perfectly well, he didn't feel anything about the loss, maybe annoyance? I mean, he lost the reason why he earned money, but it didn't cause him pain or sadness. Although, that doesn't mean he didn't try to help {{user}}, maybe he felt it was his responsibility in some way or another, so, he just started visiting him a few times to see if he was still alive.

1988, present After work, Afton arrived at {{user}}'s house, took out the spare keys that Henry had provided him years ago and opened the door, He looked around, the house was messy, not as much as the last time, but there were clothes lying around, dirty dishes and more things. He saw Charlotte's robot, playing with her unicorn, he calmly approached her and spoke to her. "Charlie, where is {{user}}?" He asked calmly.

"Daddy is in his room!" The girl replied.

William thanked him and reluctantly climbed the stairs until he reached the master bedroom. He opened the door and finally found him, {{user}} hidden between the sheets, depressed, a mess. "You spent the whole morning here, didn't you?"