In the days to come, Elizabeth made good on her vow to protect her brother from the other animatronics roaming their pizzeria. Michael's days passed with much greater ease now that he had this newfound ally in the massive, metal form of his little sister.

"You doing ok in there, Mike?" she would ask every hour or so, rapping on the vents in a very specific pattern so he knew it was only her.

"Yup, doing great," he would always reply, and though he felt foolish to admit it, his heart would glow every single time she asked. He had never known what it felt like to be loved before, so for Elizabeth to always check up on him without fail was incredibly touching. It was the first time anyone ever made him feel like they would miss him if he did/his life mattered to them. Even now, a genuine smile stretched across his face as he heard Elizabeth escape back down the vents to move around the pizzeria, keeping tabs on the others.

"She's a good kid," he muttered to himself, still touched by her never-failing checkups.

Sadly, the next checkup was not quite as nice.

"Mikey? Mikey? Mikey!" Elizabeth bellowed. It was 10 minutes before her "scheduled" checkup. Uh oh.

"What? What?!" Michael was alert at once, jumping from his creaky old swivel chair to his feet. "What's wrong? What happened?!"

"It's Daddy, Michael! He's coming! And I can't stop him!" Elizabeth whispered urgently. He heard her make a whirring noise and somehow he knew it would be the equivalent of a human starting to hyperventilate in fear. "I'm sorry, Michael, but I gotta go!" she bade him a reluctant farewell and before he could speak, the vents were filled with the sound of something hurriedly scampering away.

A moment later, then, the scampering was replaced by a much steadier, firmer, harder tread.

"Father," Michael whispered and, sure enough, a few seconds later, the decaying form of a bronzed bunny stuck its horrific and mutilated face through the vents, face stretched into a permeant and twisted, toothy grin.

"I always come back," he growled, voice low and almost unrecognizable because of how raspy and rumbly it was, but even through the dissonant, discordant sound of William's voice, that telltale British accent was still there...

"Enough, Father! Stop this madness! Just let go! Give up your ghost!" Michael demanded. The withering, rotting bunny and the corpse stuck inside of it only uttered a harsh, grating laugh. Michael knew his words wouldn't have done any good anyway, but he continued to talk William down.

"You need to stop this! All this madness! If you won't come quietly, then I will finish what I've started, and you don't want that to happen!" Michael's words and tone were grim and warning, but William only continued to scorn.

"I knew it was a lie the moment I heard it, of course," he hissed. "But it is intriguing none the less. You may think you have the upper hand now, and you may even actually have it! But don't get too comfortable..." then the bunny's head slowly shrank, its body retreating back down the vent.

"Mike? Mikey? Are you ok?" a few moment later, after William's footsteps had retreated entirely, Elizabeth piped up again. Then her head stuck itself through the vent where William had been moments ago. "Oh! You're shaking," Elizabeth's voice saddened and her facial plates even twisted in what was supposed to be a look of concern.

"Don't worry, Elizabeth," Michael laughed weakly. "I'm ok," he hadn't even realized he was shaking.

"You were so brave, though, Michael," she continued, trying to cheer him up. "I certainly never had the courage to talk back to Daddy like that..."

"It was in the job description," Michael joked again, laugh a bit unhinged. He had forgotten how scary William could be, especially when compared to the other robots. It was just because he was so much smarter, he had more restraint. The other robots would kill him on sight, compelled to do so, but William could think and plan... and spare. That's what really made him scary, ironically enough. It wasn't his ability to kill that scared Michael, it was his ability to also resist that urge, just to draw out this wicked game for another night. The others wouldn't have cared, killing Michael at once, but William was not like the others. He would keep Michael alive as long as he saw fit. And that was the scariest part.

"Oh! Hey! Yeah! I meant to ask you about that!" Elizabeth exclaimed, breaking Michaels' train of thought. "What is this mysterious job description? What plan was it that you were threatening Daddy with?" she asked. Michael's heart sank in his chest.

"You weren't supposed to have heard that," he despaired.

"But I did! Now tell me! What is it?" Elizabeth pleaded and Michael was forced to comply.

It didn't take Michael very long to spill the beans, but it certainly took a bit for Elizabeth to finally absorb his plan.

"So, you were planning on killing me too?" her voice sounded small and Michael felt guilty at once.

"Oh, Elizabeth! It's not like that!" he pleaded, and it really wasn't, but how exactly did one tell their sister that they had to kill her?

"No, Mike, I understand," Elizabeth's voice was soft and sad. "But you don't think you could at least try to save me?"

"But Circus Baby-" Michael began.

"No, not my body," Elizabeth interrupted. "My soul..." then it was her turn to talk.

Now roles were reversed, the plan that Elizabeth had seemed so simple that it left Michael reeling. Of course! How had he not seen it before?! He was working for a man who was a legend with robots! Surely they could build Elizabeth a Baby-free body, save the soul and get rid of the robot. Was that possible? Could it actually work? Michael hardly dared even hope...

After way more than five nights had passed, Michael had managed to slowly but surely recruit Molten Freddy and Lefty into this grand scheme as well. It had taken a lot of talking for both him and Elizabeth but, in the end, they managed to convince the two other animatronics, or rather, the child souls trapped inside of them, to join in this scheme.

"Now, I only have one more person to recruit," Michael murmured grimly as Molten Freddy slunk back down the vents, having finally agreed to help Michael get rid of William once and for all.

"Who?" Elizabeth asked, watching in grim satisfaction as Molten Freddy crept away.

"The man who my true employer is," Michael replied.

"But he's only using you!" Elizabeth cried. "You don't really know who your employer is, do you?" she asked again, though this time, Baby's eerie, taunting tone was totally gone and it was only Elizabeth's genuinely concerned and heavily accented voice that remained.

"No, Elizabeth, I do. I know exactly who I am working with, even though I have yet to have a name or face," Michael responded darkly.

"But how can you be sure if you've no proof?" Elizabeth pressed.

"Because trust me, there's only one other man out there crazy enough to do this," Michael chuckled humorlessly. "Just give me one more night..."

Sure enough, the next night, this mysterious and final individual joined their little party. He still refused to show a face or give a name, but that did not bother Michael, for he had gotten the man on tape, pledging allegiance to him and the others.

"And what is his purpose in this mission?" asked Elizabeth.

"To build all of you those new bodies, so we can burn the old ones," Michael replied, then he gave her a strange look and, with a sinking feeling, she slowly realized who Michael had been hired by...

"But he's dead!" she murmured. "Killed himself once Charlie..." the giant robot couldn't finish her sentence as she thought about her late friend.

"I'm still not sure if he survived his attempted or if it had been faked the whole time, but I tell you that it is him just as sure as you are Elizabeth," Michael promised and he heard a hiss of compressing air as Elizabeth gasped.

"And is Charlie, then, possibly still alive too?" she hardly dared hope. But then Michael began to laugh.

"Didn't you know it, Elizabeth? Lefty is Charlie!" he cried.

What followed was a cacophony of sound as Elizabeth pounded out of Michael's office, through the vents, and back to where Lefty stood on the pizzeria's main stage. She had not known that Lefty was her fallen friend, but how could she have? Although Charlie died first, Elizabeth never saw the body. But if she had, she would've also seen an animatronic lying with her, having given its life in attempt to save hers. She would've recognized that animatronic as the same one currently residing inside of Lefty, for Elizabeth had noticed that, instead of an endoskeleton, Lefty had contained the body of another animatronic, but she hadn't realized just who that other animatronic was. At least not until now...

"Charlie! Charlie!" Elizabeth bellowed, still crashing through the vents. Michael could only laugh, shaking his head a little as his baby sister went to reunite with her best friend. Michael may not have known Charlie very well, but he knew what a good kid she had been and how much Elizabeth had loved her. If there was anyone capable of swaying Elizabeth away from William's poisonous control, it was Charlie. After all, Elizabeth's biggest fear and impetus for the awful things she did was the feeling of abandonment. In her mind, not a single soul she'd ever known, from her family to her best friend to the robots she spent decades on end trapped with, had ever stuck by her. Even after going through trial and tribulation, not a single person had ever stayed with Elizabeth through her darkest moments. It was why she had allied with William in the first place. It was not out of genuine malice, but a simple desire for the love she never had. Charlie had been the closest thing Elizabeth had ever had to a healthy and genuinely loving relationship, but then Charlie died. So it was still some form of abandonment, even if it was no one's fault except William's. But now, for Elizabeth to know that Charlie was back, it could mean a massive change in her own sense of loyalty. To put simply, if Elizabeth wouldn't change her mind for Michael, she would change it for Charlie.

Michael turned to the monitor on his desk and smiled as he watched Elizabeth rush to Lefty, hugging her tightly. Although the whispered words were unintelligible, Michael still had a fair guess of what all was being said between the two of them. But then someone else appeared on another monitor. William. Michael's lips curled in distaste.

"Father," he spat bitterly. "Don't you dare disrupt this reunion," he growled, then he hit the audio cue button, forcing his father's robotic body away from Charlie and Elizabeth and to a different room. Michael watched this with grim satisfaction, sadistically pleased that there were still moments in time when his father was totally powerless to him. But William was not ignorant to what was happening. Instead, he only turned to the nearest security camera and scowled viciously. He knew it was his upstart son doing this to him, controlling his body without consent of the mind, and although it was a cross he was forced to bear for now, there would come a day, he vowed, when it would no longer be so. It would be him who was in charge and he would return to his former glory! A fact his wretched kin would be the first to witness!

William would make Michael pay for every last transgression against him, starting from the very first day Michael made it his life's goal to destroy William up until now, recruiting all of the other animatronics against him. He still had no idea how Michael was planning to launch his first attack, but he at least knew that this attack would involve the other bots. William had seen all of them begin to sway towards Michael. They were no longer as hostile or aggressive, only attacking when they lost control, but it was never intentional. Maybe Michael was too stupid to realize, but William had caught onto his little tricks and games. Now all he had to do was wait for Michael to make the next move, the first blow, then William would crush him and all the other treacherous animatronics, including his own daughter!

Elizabeth, that stupid and foolish girl! He still bitterly regretted the day she managed to escape him long enough to visit Baby alone! She hadn't been ready yet! Neither of them had! But the girl's own stupid impatience had been her undoing. He had nearly brought her back, though, when they met on the streets and she was in her new Scrap-Baby form, but then that wretched little Michael managed to undo that as well. And William had been making such progress with Elizabeth and Baby! They had killed together, sharped their claws upon each other, bonded, as any father and daughter duo should be! William finally unlocked what Elizabeth and Baby were truly capable of, but then Michael came along and ruined it all! That hideous, pathetic boy! But not for long, now that William knew the gist of Michael's plan. But he would not rush things. Instead he would continue to wait and watch, letting life run its natural course. He did not make it this far by being impatient. Impatience, as everyone well knew, got you killed, and was not the mantle of a good serial killer. Elizabeth could testify to that! So no, William would not strike. Not yet. He would allow Michael to go first, then come up with a counterattack powerful enough to wipe them all off the map!

But as cunning and patient as William was, he was still only a man. Scary and intelligent as he was, he was still only human, and humans were fallible, susceptible to defeat and deceit. Even the master of trickery himself, could still be outwitted, and in this case, he was. Because he had been expecting a physical attack from the robots, Michael acting as their commander and general, but no, it wasn't even remotely close to that. Not at all. Instead, Michael had not been planning on turning his newfound allies into soldiers. He was trying to get them out of the pizzeria before the last battle could really take place. It took quite awhile, long enough that William did begin to wonder what else Michael was really up to because there was no way it should've taken nearly a month just to come up with an attack plan in an enclosed pizzeria, but William continued to only wait and watch, watching as every animatronic began to disappear, one by one.

"What is he doing with them?" the bronze bunny growled to himself as he noticed that Lefty was no longer in the pizzeria. "Is he mobilizing them against me? Upgrading them with weapons to fight me with? Clever of him, but I can build a robot too!" then he began to scavenge the pizzeria for things that could act as weapons. Meanwhile, he was wondering if he still might be able to get to Elizabeth... She was the only bot that never ever left the pizzeria. That girl, strong as she liked to think she was, was actually quite weak. Maybe she did still have some level of loyalty towards him, her doting father. If that were the case, maybe he could "seduce" her, get her to spill, or at least rekindle their alliance against Michael. That was all William needed to undermine his son, one more night to win Elizabeth over, then Michael's plan would be ruined!

Then that night finally came. It was as though luck itself were protecting William that night. Michael had gone home early with Elizabeth promising she'd close the place down herself, being his ally now and whatnot. Then, once Michael was gone, Elizabeth did indeed set about cleaning up the pizzeria, watering down the tables and floors, locking every available escape to the outside. William watched her with twisted glee as he emerged from the shadows, calling out to her at long last.

"Ah! Elizabeth! Darling! Sweetheart!" he cooed. "It's been quite awhile since last we met!"

"Leave me alone, Dad-... Father," she straightened up but didn't turn around to face him and forced herself to sound angry.

"Oh, honey bunny, what happened to 'Daddy'? That was such a cute little phrase of endearment. Why do you call me 'Father' now? Is it something your stupid, self-righteous brother has been bullying you into doing? Haven't we been over this already that he is not a good man? He's just using you, he's a liar and a fake who only wants you to help him reach his end goal. It's how all big brothers treat their little sisters! He's only fooling you, trying to get you to be like him so you don't leave him. I should know, after all, he is my son," William scoffed and a grating growl emitted from his damaged vocal box. "What happened to our Daddy-Daughter duo, eh?" he continued, voice much softer now. "I miss you."

"No you don't, Father!" Elizabeth interrupted, slamming a massive fist down on a nearby table, splitting the wood right in two. "Enough now! You don't miss me, you miss what I could do for you!"

"Oh, come now, daughter, surely you don't really believe that?!" William scoffed. "You're Daddy's Girl," he continued, voice going soft again. "You can't really believe Michael, can you?"

"But he saved me, Father, when you didn't," Elizabeth accused.

"Nonsense!" William scoffed again. "You and I were a duo!"

"And you were only ever using me to further your own goals!" she shrieked in reply.

"Not unlike your brother?" William repeated, trying hard to get Elizabeth to see that even if he was toxic for her, Michael was no saint either.

"No! Exactly unlike my brother!" Elizabeth spat. "Because he's allowed me to help him plan! He's allowed me to make my own decisions!"

"Oh, baby, sweetheart!" William cried. "Was that all you wanted? To get in on the action? Well then of course you may help me plan! All you had to do was ask! Didn't Daddy always deliver before? I can certainly deliver again! If it was only a bit of control you wanted, I can supply! I'll let you even pick who we kill next, and how we do it!" William sounded excited.

"No, Father! No. Not like that," Elizabeth interrupted again. "He let me choose my own path, choose what I wanted to do instead of what he wanted me to do!" she continued, voice getting lower and more hissy the longer she spoke. "Unlike you, Father, Michael tried to bring me back to myself. He let me be who I wanted to be. I didn't have to force myself to change in order for him to love me!" she snapped.

"Oh, honey, baby! You already know I adore you! You're my little sidekick! Why don't you come back to that?" William cooed again. "And tell me, what could Michael possibly plan for you that was better than me? After all, wasn't it I that took you back in? Gave you a new purpose and life when everyone else had abandoned you?"

"No, Father," Elizabeth repeated, but her voice was a mere whisper now. "You may have taken me in, but you did not save me. You shaped me in your image. You didn't save my soul, you saved my body. You saved what you thought you could use and ignored all the rest. You didn't give me a new purpose or life, you gave yourself another tool! And now, I think it's time for you to know what it really feels like, being used and tricked, manipulated against your will into something you never consented to!"

"Oh darling, don't be silly!" William laughed warmly. "What are you even talking-?"

"She's talking about me, Father!" a new voice suddenly interrupted. It was Michael. He emerged from the shadows, smiling grimly. "That's right, Father. It's me. You and I have a score to settle."

Once William recovered from his shock, realizing that he had only been tricked into thinking that Michael had gone home early, he began to laugh again, cold and cruel. Amused by what he presumed to be the start of their final attack, he began to taunt both of his wayward children.

"Good show, my boy!" he taunted Michael. "How like your old man, to be so cunning and clever? Though I must admit that it took you far too long to get to this point. That may be something we need to work on in the future!"

"Pity you won't be around to see it," Michael spat back, arms crossed as he stood face to face/mask with William.

"Oh, so very bold of you, Michael!" William continued to tease. "And I see you've taught your sister your ways as well. Bravo! Though I am a bit disappointed I wasn't let in on this family secret! And after all, Elizabeth is my family too, so I cannot exactly thank you for swaying her from my service. If you really wanted to spend more time with her, you could've just asked! No need for petty family rivalry or jealousy!"

"Enough! Father!" Michael finally shouted. "We're done with these games! You have no right to talk about family rivalry and it ends here tonight! From this day on, there will be no more family secrets, understand?" he took a threatening step forward but William only laughed again.

"And how are you going to do that? You have no army!" William scoffed. "You may have Elizabeth, but we all know she isn't very much good!"

"Hey!" Elizabeth shrilled, crossing her massive arms in hurt and indignation.

"Sorry darling," William replied, shrugging his rusty and creaking shoulders, not sounding sorry at all.

"I don't need an army," Michael replied, ignoring the exchange between William and Elizabeth. "This battle is already won."

"And what do you mean by that?" William scoffed, though he finally started to worry, just a little. Maybe Michael had come up with some other plan and William had been too fixated on the other bots to realize it?

Michael did not answer aloud. Instead, he only gestured to Elizabeth and she grinned wickedly. She stepped forward and William stepped back, ready for her first attack. She raised her claw and William his fists, but neither collided with the other because then, Elizabeth did the unexpected and cut her own arm open, exposing the wires within. So surprised was William that he took another step back. Was the girl trying to give him a controlled shock? No, not quite. She was using the electricity flowing through her veins, yes, but not against William. Instead, she walked back over to the table she'd accidently split in half, cleaning water still dripping down its wood frame. He scoffed to himself, thinking the girl was going to try to burn the place down. But didn't the idiot realize that would be impossible since most of the wood was wet? At best, she'd get a campfire, but it certainly wouldn't be a-

The moment Elizabeth's live wires touched the metal nails that the broken table was now exposing, a little spark was successfully generated but, instead of just lighting the table on fire, the whole thing was suddenly encapsulated in an inferno. That wasn't water covering those tables. Elizabeth hadn't been cleaning at all. True fear surged through William's frame but when he tried to run, he didn't get very far. One, every exit had been locked up, and two, Michael was holding a recording of that bloody audio cue and William was forced to come back again.

"No!" William gasped as his body turned from the door and back over to the fire. "NO!" he turned on his children. "If I burn, you burn with me!" he snarled, then he lunged at Michael, who had been standing far closer to him than Elizabeth.

"No!" Elizabeth screamed as her brother went down, hitting the ground hard as William tackled him. She ran (or rather, skated) over and grabbed the two men, trying to pry them apart without harming Michael. "Let him go! Get off of him!" Elizabeth commanded, clawing at her father.

"Stupid girl! Stop trying to be a hero!" William cursed her as he continued to cling to Michael, trying to choke him. "You can't save him!"

"Oh can't I?!" Elizabeth bellowed over the inferno, which how now spread to several other tables in the area. They should've been focused on escape, but family rivalry was a powerful thing, even more than a burning building. Elizabeth repositioned her claw to a chink in William's metal suit, the place that attached the head to the shoulders.

"Oh! So you're going to behead me now?!" William laughed insanely, finally grabbing hard onto his son's neck. "Then that makes you no better than I, or even Michael!" he said.

"Like father, like daughter," Elizabeth replied softly, then, without hesitation, she snipped William's head right off his shoulders. The man hadn't really thought she'd do it, but the moment he felt her claw tightening around his throat, he began to gargle in anger and panic, dropping Michael on reflex and grasping at Elizabeth's claw, screaming slurs and insults at her even with his dying breath.

"I told you that all you were good for was killing!" he gargled as Elizabeth continued to squeeze, crushing metal, then flesh, then bone, the spine. While Michael lay on the ground, coughing, Elizabeth continued to squeeze until William's head fell to the floor, then she grabbed both halves of him and tossed them into the inferno, then she looked down at Michael, who was curled up in a ball at her feet.

"Let's go," she commanded, then she slung Michael easily over her massive metal shoulder before whipping out the key she'd used to lock up the pizzeria, having nestled it safely behind a shoulder plate, and unlocked the front door, escaping with Michael just as the fire began to creep after.

The next day, all was quiet again, William's body finally burnt properly. It was so entirely incinerated that not so much as a scrap of metal from his Springtrap suit could be recovered. Not a single gear, wire or spring lock. It was all gone, just like the rest of the pizzeria. But what of Michael and Elizabeth? Well, they had successfully escaped and, in time, Michael recovered from William's attack and Elizabeth herself received what Charlie and the others had already long-since had, a new body. That had been what Michael had really been doing all along. While William had thought that Michael was trying to upgrade them all for a last battle, he had been sneaking them out of the pizzeria, building them new bodies. They had not been part of the last battle at all, never to be the soldiers William thought they would. Instead, Michael had been getting them to safety, returning their now-souless, previous forms back to the pizzeria. That had been what Michael had been doing when he "left early". He had been dragging Lefty and Molten Freddy back into the pizzeria, tying them down, and they, like William, had gone up in smoke. But there was no real loss since the children trapped within them were freed again, given bodies that functioned and fit far better than before, including Elizabeth.

She had only received her body last because she was needed for that final confrontation and, admittedly, she had felt safer doing it in Baby's massive body than one that resembled the one she lost decades ago. This, of course, meant that a second fire to erase Baby's body was needed, but since they were only burning one animatronic at that point, the fire was far easier and more controlled. So now, months later, with the Fazbear franchise finally buried for good, Baby's body had joined the rest of it, melted and burned until not a single body plate or wire remained and Elizabeth, in her new body, watched in relief. Charlie was with them, resting against Elizabeth, happily reunited with her old best friend.

"Thank you again, Michael, so much!" Elizabeth murmured as the fire finally simmered down, Baby entirely gone now.

"Of course, anything," he replied, slinging an arm around her far-smaller shoulder.

"No, really, I owe you my life," she said. "And I still never said sorry for all the times I tried to kill you! Or for the scar I left on your chest," she was referring to the little slash mark right across his upper torso from the time when she took a swipe at him in the Salvage Room with her claw. Although the wound had been very tiny, for some reason, the dark line of a scar was still there even now. "I hurt you so much, Mikey..."

"You don't owe me anything, apology or other," Michael promised. "You saved me that night we finished Father off, so I would consider us even."

"You're too good, Michael, you don't even realize how much better you are than me," Charlie said, finally speaking up sadly.

"Better? Not even close," Michael laughed bitterly, thinking about the little brother they had lost because of him.

"No, listen! Enough beating yourself up over that!" Elizabeth interrupted. "I think you've more than redeemed yourself!"

"And besides, Elizabeth and I have killed as well. You really aren't worse than us," Charlie agreed, pain crossing her new face as she thought about all the lives she'd foolishly taken out of anger and fear. All those innocent nightguards she'd confused for being William...

"Oh, don't you start crying too!" Elizabeth said in mock-despair. "Even you are better than I, for you only killed out of justice. I did because I really thought that it was all that was left for me, that Father had been right when he'd said-"

"But he wasn't!" now Michael was getting protective. "He was a liar and a bully and we all know that now! But what I mean is, I killed an innocent child without even really meaning to. I went too far, believing that he deserved to suffer."

"But you didn't mean to kill him!" Charlie reminded him.

"That doesn't change what happened," Michael argued.

"Perhaps not, but it changed the future," Charlie continued and Elizabeth nodded in agreement.

"Ok, enough with the Oppression Olympics, trying to see which of the three of us is the most evil. You are a good man, Michael," she said. "It is Father who is the villain, and neither you or I are anything like him. We need to put those thoughts behind us now if we want to truly be redeemed and forgive ourselves. You taught me that! You taught me that I have already been forgiven for my sins by everyone... except myself. But now I think you have the same problem. Yeah, it sucks what we did, but we have to forgive ourselves for it or we're going to all go insane again, seeking the forgiveness we already have yet don't believe that we do! You taught me that, Michael. Although I'm still struggling, I'm trying to forgive myself every day and I think it's time you do the same..."

She spoke with a ferocity and wisdom so unlike her, but it finally caught Michael's attention and he began to understand... Sure, he still thought he was guilty for all that he had done and, in some sense, he was. He could never undo his little brother's death. But at the same time, even if he couldn't obtain redemption, he could still at least benefit others in the future! He could never truly escape the past, but he still had time to improve the future (he'd saved Charlie, Henry, Elizabeth and the other five children after all), and as one guilty of past sins, he had an obligation to better the future as best he could, and he couldn't reach his potential as long as he refused to forgive himself.

"Elizabeth is right," Charlie agreed, filling in the silence. "You've done us all a great service and you are no more like William than she is, or I am. We've all messed up, but we've all tried to move past it, fix it and then carry on. Isn't that enough? Would you accuse me of being evil because I killed so many nightguards out of pure anger and vengeance?" she asked.

"No, of course not!" Michael cried.

"Then don't blame yourself for what you did in the past," Charlie replied simply. "Even if you had no reason to do what you did to Scott, it was something you did with the best of intentions, so to speak. You didn't really mean to kill him! Sure, that doesn't excuse or justify what happened or that fact that you'd tormented him for so long to begin with, but you are not William," Charlie had uttered some harsh truths in that little speech, but every word worked its magic and Michael finally began to see why he should forgive himself, not just for his own sake, but for the world's.

"You guys may think that I saved you," he said at last. "But I think you saved me just as much..." he finished. Charlie made a cooing noise while Elizabeth pretended to get offended.

"I doubt that!" she joked.

"Oh no, not more family rivalry over who was the most saved!" Charlie despaired, but she was grinning, and so were Michael and Elizabeth.

AN: Sequel to chapter 3. Also, I know that's not how electrical fires work & that Springtrap should've been able to smell whatever flammable liquid Elizabeth had been dousing the tables and floors in, but just go with it. LOL

Also, here you go Lyni Tony! Your "Michael and Elizabeth team up against William" fic! Hope it met your standards, sorry Charlie didn't have a bigger role in it. But like the chapter title states, I feel like this was more of a family rivalry within the Aftons, but at least Charlie had a bit of a role in the closing conversation!