It had been four years since she had been murdered, along with her children… well… most of her children. She looked at the one child who had survived the massacre. Her little Henrietta Nettle. All of the Nettle family was dead, save for the young six year old who had somehow managed to be hidden in the vents at the last minute. Her soul had been spared the fate of many others. Henrietta Nettle had not had her soul forced into an animatronic.
Maria Nettle, now known as Mama Tattletail, or as Henrietta liked to call her, Mama Tail, wished desperately to be able to hold her children again. All but Henrietta had been turned into Tattletails, little Furby like creatures who were all innocent to the naked eye, but Maria knew they still retained their personalities from their human lives. She had also been horrified to know that her husband, who had gone missing after Henrietta was born, had also been murdered in the same place, and that his soul now inhabited the Marionette of the Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria.
Henrietta had only been two then, and had now grown up knowing her whole family, including the children who had been adopted as spirit children by Mariam Nettle, the Marionette, and Maria Nettle, the Mama Tail, were all animatronics.
This had been their existence for a while now, including the animatronics who lived underground, Circus Baby and her friends. While Henrietta was allowed to play with her siblings down underground, she was always aware that Circus Baby never let herself be alone with the child.
This peaceful like life would not last much longer though.
Henrietta had been discovered by the security guards and was brought to the police and then to the Child Protective Services. Her animatronic family could do nothing to protect their little girl. Henrietta would be sent to many foster homes and to therapy. She would be strange no matter where she went, as she always went to bed at a set time and never spoke to anyone. She would draw pictures of her family without labeling it, knowing that the people she was with would think horrible things of her.
As Henrietta would get older, she would start to draw plans for repairing or upgrading her siblings and family, though she would eventually forget that these pictures were of her family. Somewhere in the back of her mind though, she would always know.
