William's P.O.V

I stared at the newest nightguard as I dragged her to the safe room. More like my...work space, if you know what I mean. I opened the door, located in the men's restroom. Perfect. Freddy, that pervert, would never enter this restroom, preferring the women's restroom to do his business. The girl was still struggling to escape my grasp. Great. Had she heard about my...misdeeds already? That was too bad, because she and I were going to have some fun. I breathed in the wonderful scent of blood and decay then forced the girl onto the ground and held her there.

"Stop wriggling or I'll cut'cha." I warned, sliding my knife swiftly out of my pocket and held it to her neck. 

The girl started to cry, her salty tears streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this Michael?!" she asked, her voice filled with pain and that sweet hint of betrayal. 

I realized that she must be confusing me for Michael, my disobedient and quite rebellious prodigy. How hilarious. I then realized, due to my genius brain, that I could keep tricking her and make her hate Michael. When I let her go, she would finally eliminate that pain in the ass for good! 

"I-I thought that Foxy killed you, but you came back. You said that you weren't hiding any more secrets...but we both know you lied!" the girl screamed, lashing out blindly and missing me by a mile. 

I forced the knife up against her throat, leaving a small cut. "Do that again and you die." I threatened her as she cried hysterically. Then the door slammed open. Damn. I thought that I locked that! 

The animatronics marched in, even Freddy, who was shuddering at the thought of being in the men's restroom. They were led by Michael and a withered Fredbear, who leaped at me, teeth aimed at my throat. I held the knife to the girl's throat in retaliation, and Michael held his arm out, stopping Fredbear from chomping my head like back in '83, when he killed my second son, Gabriel, with one bite. Gabe was a fighter though, lasting 6 days in a coma before he passed on. 

Michael's P.O.V

I held out my arm, stopping Gabriel from attacking William. Dad was now holding his knife to Y/N's throat. I watched her jaw drop as she saw me enter, then she glanced at William. Damn you, Father! She must have been confused out of her mind, almost as she was...seeing double. I walked over to William, who glared at me.

"Come any closer, son, and I cut your girlfriend's throat." William snarled.

"I-I don't want to fight anymore...please just let Y/N go." I said, my voice seeming to echo in the cramped room. It smelled like blood and mucus, along with a hint of rot. Ew! I walked closer to William, who released his knife and hugged me.

"I'm so proud of you, Michael." the twisted monster said, smiling. "I knew that in the end, you would be my protege. I'm glad you made the right dec-"

"I don't want to hear that crap." I snarled, tension creeping into my voice. "Just let Y/N go."

"Fine. Here she is. I wasn't going to kill her. I just wanted a plaything...but I guess she's yours." William said, hurling Y/N at Golden Freddy, who caught her and led her out of the room. "Now, to business, my son. I have three corpses that I need you to dispose of...make that five."

I sensed the animatronics behind me growing angry, suspecting my betrayal. I walked over to William, stood in front of him, and high-kicked him in his balls. I heard his screams of pain, which made me smile. I walked out of the room, whispering to Bonnie as I left. "Rip him apart, or stuff him into a suit. I don't care." I whispered.

Your P.O.V

You sit alone on the stage, your mind reeling. Why did Michael act like that? Or was he the one who walked in with the animatronics to save me? Either way, it didn't make sense. Michael had told me the animatronics were murderous and wanted to kill you. Then why did the animatronics help you? Now you're even more confused than ever. You notice one of the Michaels walk over to you. You glare at him angrily, and he sits down a few inches from you, appearing guilty. He was probably the one who threatened you then. 

"So...you have a son? Care to explain?" you ask coldly.

"I'm the son. I'm sorry that this happened. Please, let me explain." Michael begged, his voice flooded with guilt. Almost like this was his fault. Even though you don't trust him, you allow Michael to tell you the "truth", or his version of it.

"Please, just promise to tell the whole truth. I'm sick of the lies." you say. 

Michael looks down at his hands, almost as if he were imagining them covered in blood. He sighs then starts to tell you his story...

Gabriel's P.O.V

I stared at the monster that had once been my father. How had someone who once was so caring become a murderer? It didn't matter. Michael's friend was out of the way. I made sure of that.

Bonnie whispered to me, "We attack and destroy. All as planned. Aim for the murder suit."

I grinned. It was time to end this. 

"William...Father...it's time to end this. This story is filled with death, blood, and sorrow. Time to pay for your sins." I said, ready to strike.

I watched as the monster that had once been my father picked up the ax that had been laying against the wall and swung it at Chica. She screamed in agony and fell to the ground. I darted over to help her, but the soul was already gone.

In the meantime, William had destroyed the other animatronics. It was only him and me. I collapsed, about to cry, until I heard a whisper behind me. I knew my friends were still here, blocking the door. I laughed and drifted over to William, my soul screaming for death.

William was backing away from me, fear in his empty eyes. I was shocked for a second, but continued my attack. Just as planned. I chased my former father into his Springbonnie suit. He laughed and was about to swing his ax once more, but the springlocks failed on him. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. A monster like him deserves to die in the most painful way imaginable, which was this. As my soul faded away, I watched him convulse in his own pool of blood. 

"Goodbye." I whispered. William looked up, almost as if he could hear me, then he stopped moving. He was dead. The deed was done. This is where my story ends.