Michael sat alone in the cold, dark, empty pizzeria, staring emptily at the pathetic little pastry (a cupcake) sitting in front of it. A single glowing candle rested in the icing of that sad cupcake.

"Happy birthday to me," Michael sang to himself, voice in total deadpan. He knew it was his birthday, but he didn't even know how old he was turning this year. He couldn't remember. And that wasn't the only thing he couldn't remember. He also couldn't remember the last time he'd even celebrated his birthday, had a happy one. But tonight, for some reason, the young man had decided to throw himself this lonely little party.

"And I don't even know why," he answered his own unasked question as he blew out the one tiny candle, throwing the room into darkness. He heaved a sigh and continued to stare through the blackness at the tiny old cupcake, but he didn't touch it.

An indefinite amount of time later, a familiar voice sent chills down his spine.

"Well, what have we here? Is my son really going so childish now?" it was William Afton. Michael could hear his heavy step approaching and, in response, he quickly hopped out of his chair and found the nearest light switch.

"What do you want, Father?" Michael demanded, trying to hide how scared he really was.

"To know why your sister and I weren't invited!" the metal bunny replied with a coarse, vile laugh. As he said "sister" another, larger, bot appeared. She looked like a little girl, except she was seven feet tall and two wide. Her face was just as mangled as her father's.

"Because the last time we were all at the birthday together, it didn't end well," Michael said, half angry and half sarcastic.

"Well, then let us honor those traditions!" William cried with mock grandeur, and before Michael could even blink, his sister, Elizabeth, had propelled her massive, decrepit form forward on the skates tied to her legs and she slammed right into him.

"Don't worry, Mikey, this won't hurt... for too long at least!" she grinned twistedly. She grabbed Michael with one hand and aimed at his face with the other, which was a razor sharp claw.

"Why do you work for him?!" Michael demanded tiredly in reply to Elizabeth's threat. Her glowing green eyes flickered once and her claw lowered marginally, though where she was surprised by the question or Michael's lack of fear despite her threat was unknown. She only stared at him in silence, a silent request for him to elaborate. "Father," Michael clarified. "Why do you work for him? Killing really doesn't suit you and it's pretty clear to anyone with eyes that he's no good for you, he's only using you!" the man accused, glaring at the metal bunny standing a few feet away from him and Elizabeth. He crossed his rotting, withered arms.

"Bold accusations, son," he growled, voice impossibly low and raspy, almost like a snake but far worse.

"Don't deny it!" Michael glared over Elizabeth's giant shoulder. "We all know you only use her because you know she's more capable of killing than you and she, unlike you, actually has a kill streak! Everyone knows you haven't killed a child since your death. Your one goal in life, and death, has not been accomplished in years, so you use Elizabeth because you sure as heck haven't been very effective!"

Michael continued to taunt William with his repeated failures which culminated in his recruitment of Elizabeth.

"That's not true!" William and Elizabeth both denied, but Elizabeth sounded less certain.

"It's obvious," Michael scoffed in reply as Elizabeth's claw lowered more. She was listening now, that was good. "If he really loved you, why wouldn't he have come for you sooner? Why wait until he needed someone with actual killing skills? Why not save you earlier just by virtue of being his daughter and not being a killing machine?" Michael dared to ask and Elizabeth's eyes seemed to widen in realization.

"Don't be an idiot!" William replied, not seeing that look of understanding pass Elizabeth's face. "Of course I love Elizabeth! She is my daughter and we are a dynamic duo!" the man continued to promise. "I don't know where these false ideas of me simply using her came from, but I can attest that they are lies. I saved her life."

"And so did I," Michael replied calmly, coldly. "I was the one that came for her when you left her behind. It was not you that got scooped for her sake. It was me. You sent me, Father, to die in your place for her, but what sacrifice did you ever make for her?"

The two men continued to bicker while Elizabeth only listened in silence, gears turning faster and faster with every accusation hurled. As Michael continued to speak, Elizabeth realized how right he was that he had sacrificed much for her while William didn't do anything if it cost him too much. Sure, William treated her well, but it wasn't him that had nearly died for her. Michael had proved willing to do far more for her than William ever had, she had only ever been too blind to see it, William duping her into thinking he had been her savior when it really was Michael...

"-just a stupid boy who- GACK!" William was in the middle of a sentence when Elizabeth finally interposed in the conversation, though she spoke with action instead of word and grabbed him right around his throat with her claw, her hand releasing Michael. The two men were so stunned by such a turnabout there was only silence for a whole five seconds, but when William looked into her burning green eyes, he could see death staring back at him. Quickly, his angry argument with Michael became desperate pleading and promising to Elizabeth, but she refused to listen anymore, having heard enough evidence to know that William had never cared for her at all. William quit arguing and pleading next, Elizabeth using her claw to behead him, dropping his lifeless body to the floor before turning back to Michael. But when he looked into those green eyes, he saw life staring back at him, mingled with faith, hope and... love?

"So, uhhh, happy birthday?" she asked him and a wide grin split across his face.

Half an hour later, Michael was sitting before a cupcake with a glowing candle, only this time, Elizabeth was with him and both of them were genuinely smiling. William's corpse was currently being burned in the back of the pizzeria.

"Happy birthday, dear Michael, happy birthday to you!" Elizabeth sang softly and he chuckled in reply. Once her song was over, he let out a puff of breath and extinguished the candle. The room was thrown into darkness again, but this time, there was no fear in it, only happiness.

"I can't believe it," Michael joked as he got up to turn the light back on. "I actually did have a happy birthday. Who'd have thunk?"

Once the lights were on, Michael could see Elizabeth looking intently at him and the cupcake, green eyes darting between the two of them. He understood at once and laughed. "You want me to tell you what I wished for!" he cried.

"No! Don't!" Elizabeth replied, covering her ears. "If you do, it won't come true!" she insisted, though it was clear that she really wanted to know.

"Nah, don't worry," Michael shrugged, taking his seat again and actually eating the cupcake this time. "It already came true."

"Really? What was it?" Elizabeth uncovered her ears in surprise. Michael only smiled gently in reply.

"Being able to save you, bring you back to me, and have you celebrate with me," he said and Elizabeth only shook her giant head.

"I think we need to change what we call this," she said. "It's not a happy birthday, it's a sappy birthday!" then laughter echoed softly through the pizzeria, the only other sound being the crackling of burning metal as William's corpse burnt to ash.

AN: Tap tap and Dardmulzombie, I hope you two are happy. :P. Consider it an early Thanksgiving present, sort of.

(I know robots don't have ears and it's not safe to burn robots in pizzerias, but just go with it.)

And yeah, if this feels rushed, it's because I'm tired of writing "Michael saves Elizabeth" fics. They feel too repetitive. I've made the same points in every single one. It's not new or unique anymore! I'm not taking any more Simulator requests (or Sister Location requests if it has to do with Michael saving Elizabeth, but I'll take other SL fics if they DON'T involve Michael saving Elizabeth).