A week came and went with no news about Charlie's whereabouts.

Henry was beyond panicked, now. His wife was no better, though she was taking her emotions out on her husband instead of slipping into a depression as Henry had.

William had been receiving phone calls from Henry a few times a day ever since Charlie's disappearance. Nearly every time, Henry would barely manage to resist breaking down and crying over the phone. William had assured Henry that if he saw or heard anything about Charlie, he'd call him right back. Of course, William had seen Charlie since he had been over to Henry's house. The poor little girl had been a cold, stiff greeting to William when he had returned home that night. He had cleaned the blood from the concrete floor and tucked Charlie's corpse away in his freezer. He wasn't entirely sure what he planned on doing with it just yet. Burying it was always an option, but it could always be dug up and used against him later. For the time being, she was simply sleeping in his freezer downstairs. She was a very patient corpse.

William wasn't feeling very well at all. He had been very jumpy and fidgety ever since the night he'd taken Charlie's life. That child was his own daughter's best friend and Henry's kin.

He'd ripped away one of the most important parts of Henry's life for a quick thrill and was thoroughly regretting it. Thankfully for him, his darling wife had taken the children out of Hurricane for a couple of weeks to visit her parents. William had insisted that he stay behind to tend to business at Fredbear's, so his wife hadn't pushed too hard on making him tag along for the long road trip. William had kissed his children goodbye and sent his wife on her way.

She had taken her own vehicle; William wouldn't be caught dead letting anyone touch his own car. He didn't even let Henry take it for joyrides. Then again, how much did he really care about Henry? If he was so willing to take Charlie's life, did he truly feel anything for the man who he claimed was his closest friend? William didn't have many 'friends'. He had a family, a few acquaintances, and Henry. And how did he repay his only friend for showing him nothing but unrelenting kindness, trust, and care? He murdered his only daughter in cold blood.

Charlie and Sammy referred to him as their uncle, for god's sake.

There was no possible way to bring Charlie back, though…

There was nothing that William could do for Henry, now. He'd simply have to wait until the search for Charlie blew over, then try to comfort Henry as best he could. William was standing in the kitchen, clutching onto a cup of scalding coffee. He'd been standing in silence, attempting to find some sort of solution to the problem that he had created. He could always do nothing and let Henry and Sammy suffer, but something told him that he wouldn't be able to sleep very well at night while Henry was suffering. As per usual for the past week, the phone rang.

Henry had most likely just woken up, and like all the other days this week, one of the first things he did was call William. With a heavy intake of breath and a shaky sigh, William began making his way over to the phone on the wall. He took it into his free hand and pressed it up against his ear. He didn't even need to confirm who it was, he greeted the person on the other end of the phone with a soft, "Good morning, Henry." William took a small sip of his cooling coffee as he waited for Henry to speak. There was a long period of silence, so long in fact that it had William wondering if it wasn't Henry he had been called by.

"Henry?" He questioned. The sound of a shaky sigh came through the phone, confirming Henry's identity. William suddenly lost interest in his coffee. He paced over to the kitchen counter and sat his cup down. He was barely able to reach the counter; the phone's cord was stretched to its limit. He really needed to get a longer cord… William waited for an answer for a few moments. When nothing was said, he swallowed down the urge to vomit as he gathered his voice to speak. "Henry… are you alright?"

"Can I be honest with you, Will?" Came Henry's low, sad voice. William wasn't fond of the tone that Henry was using. Even without seeing him, William could hear the sadness dripping from his voice and picture that horribly upset look that Henry had been wearing. Henry's sadness was brought on by him, though. William closed his eyes with a wince.

"Of course you can." Came his honest reply. Henry had never been anything but honest with William while Henry himself had been fed lies.

"I… I'm so tired, William. I can't keep going on like this."

"Henry-" William attempted to butt in; if Henry was even thinking of…

"We're not going to find her, Will. She's gone and it's my fault."

William wanted to let Henry know that it wasn't his fault in the slightest, but that wouldn't have even been true. Henry had trusted William; that was his first mistake of many.

Henry had let Charlie outside to play unsupervised just like every other day, only that day, William had finally struck. William's grip on the phone tightened.

"Henry. We're going to find her. It's only been a week. She could be lost in the woods, or-"

Henry once again cut the other man off with a small sniffle. William clutched the phone tight in his hand. "We'll find her." William finished with a steady voice.

Henry let out a broken, shaky sob. "I know we will…" He sobbed.

William had paced the house all night, wracking his brain for some way to help Henry. Finding Charlie's body could bring him some closure, sure, but her death being confirmed would break him even further. William was a sick, twisted individual; he always took and stole things without much of a second thought. He stole Henry's daughter away just like he had stolen countless other lives. The fact that his very being ached and that he had even felt guilt was freaking him out. He'd been so emotionally numb for so long that even the slightest semblance of raw emotion scared the hell out of him. Sure, he loved his children to death, but feeling genuine guilt about taking someone's life wasn't commonplace for him. Of all the children he could have taken, of course, he had to go and fuck things up by taking Charlie. Henry would never recover and as much as William wanted to focus on anything other than work, Fredbear's required attention.

They had closed until further notice due to Henry's current state but all of Hurricane understood, thankfully. William rubbed his temples as he let out a shaky sigh. He didn't want to think about those robots right now; he didn't want to think about their lifeless, dull eyes. The newer models wouldn't look so dead, though. The newer bots would be much more realistic; the new bots that he had been working on for quite a long time. They would be able to walk around freely and would have AI that could learn, remember and be programmed with… memories…

William froze in place. An idea came to him; it was outlandish and insane, but it just may work.

He had many of the pieces he needed already; all of them were part of different projects, but if he pulled them all together, this could just very well work.

Three days went by in a sleep-deprived, hazy blur. William worked tirelessly, molding pieces and parts together just like he had countless times before. His new technology had proven very useful. The little fingers on the robot curled and extended just as effortlessly as a human's would. The eyes were full of artificial life; they would scan the room and the pupils would dilate under different lights just as a living creature's would. Their form was small; much smaller than William had usually worked with. Skin was given to the creation that felt and looked real… well... Almost. William would have to make do with what he had on hand. Hair was placed on the top of the creation's head; real hair. Poor little freezer Charlie wouldn't be needing it anymore.

William worked tirelessly, pulling this abomination together as quickly but perfectly as he could.

Henry was at his limit, so William didn't have the luxury of time on his side. He could always sneak and update the bot at a later date. Charlie spent the night with 'Uncle William' enough that it would be unnoticeable. Her and Elizabeth were a close pair, so getting her to come over wouldn't be a hard feat. Finally, William gifted the robot a chip. It was something he had been working on for a long, long time. The chip went in the back of her neck inside of a panel that was impossible to activate unintentionally. With a deep intake of breath, William shut the panel as the robot's eyes in front of him flickered to life. Her body twitched and jolted at first, and then two familiar eyes stared at him. They blinked in confusion, then wearily looked around the dimly lit basement. The Android stared down at her hands, clenching and unclenching them as she got a feel of her body. William watched as the chip did its magic. If he hadn't made her, William would have thought it was actually Charlie sitting before him. The little Android was sitting on his work table in front of him, silent as a corpse.

"Charlie?" He asked softly. The robot's eyes flickered with recognition as she realized that this was her name. Many thoughts and ideas had been programmed into her; her name, favorite food, her friends, family members…

"Uncle Will?" She asked with a questioning squint. William felt himself relax. So it was working so far… The chip he had given her was one that perfected illusion. William saw a human girl sitting before him, and as he extended a hand out to her, he felt along her arm. It was real human skin, or it felt like it, at least. She took in gentle breaths as her artificial blood ran through her system. When she tripped and scraped her knees, she would bleed artificial blood. Her illusion would create the visual of her scraped knees, and then it would slowly fade as she 'healed'. William hadn't worked out every issue with her, yet. He had to make sure that she was passable before presenting her to Henry. She could consume food, and her machinery would burn it up into ash, unbeknownst to her or anyone around her. He didn't bother to respond to the robot, though. There was no need to. Her memories of this would be wiped before he was finished with her. William would no doubt have to continually modify her throughout the years, but he was determined to give Charlie back to Henry no matter the cost.

The two sat in that basement for the entire night as William worked out any kink or flaw he could find in her. This was the most advanced robot he had ever created, and he was going to make sure that she wasn't going to break down on Henry. She sounded like Charlie, she acted like Charlie and most importantly, she was an exact lookalike. Nobody would suspect a thing; who would ever suspect that a normal little girl was a highly advanced Android? No one. That's who.

William took in steady, slow breaths that night. He needed to calm himself. The plan was simple; he would drop Charlie down the road in the dead of night. She would be set on a timer and after three minutes passed, she would awaken. He had given her the most sophisticated AI he possibly could, and she had all of the memories William knew that he should give her. If she couldn't recall something, children forgot, right? Being lost for over a week, or possibly kidnapped and dumped would be traumatizing to a normal human child. Maybe that would explain any missing memories? The trauma could do that sometimes… right?

William swallowed hard as he continued to drive down the road. Raindrops splattered on his windshield as thunder rolled in the distance. A terrible storm was coming in, he knew, and he had to hurry. This not-Charlie was waterproof, but he wanted to get her out of his car as soon as possible. He sped to the farmhouse where he no longer felt welcome. Just being so close made him want to vomit. The lights were still on inside of the house, letting him know that someone was still awake. Good. William pulled up to the driveway, opened his passenger door and shoved the Andriod out of the passenger seat where she had been quietly sitting; powered off and lifeless. She fell into the muddy ditch and William hurriedly pulled his car door shut. He sped off, leaving the Android behind. Tears came to his eyes as he sped off into the rain; despite it all, he still felt a pang of heavy, choking guilt that he was beginning to believe would never leave him.