clara ‍ ( . . . ) ‍ AFTON.

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she shook her head , tears instantly begin streaming down her flushed cheeks. “ nonono, william. stop it , my son is gone. ”

confused , voice a stuttering mess. “ joseph safe? what are you talking about , william? he’s gone. ”

glaring at him , a warning not to come closer. her emotions still all over the place. “ because—— you are DEAD. you’re dead. my husband .. is dead. you kill people— what.. how am i to be alright with this mess? ”

green hues land on him , narrowed. irritated already —— thought attempting to keep calm. “ what ? what did you think , william ? tell me. ”

she was only there to collect some things. she won’t cause any trouble …. she’s attempting to continue being quiet.

humming softly to herself , looking though her old ballet gowns.

animatronic head tilts , eyes remain on henry. watching at all times. she would smile ——- if she was able to. “ i do not recall .. there was arguing …. and then darkness. ” robotic voice trails off. “ now this. ”

late night ——- drinking a glass of wine.

/ clara I LOVE YOU !!!