Warnings: pedophilia, hints of past noncon, blood

Xxxxxx

"What the fuck is all of this?"

Jeremy paused at the bottom step, ignoring the death hold Mike had on his arm. He was beginning to think this was some kind of prank or fucked up dream. Having a creepy basement he could buy, William was the very embodiment of creepy, but he didn't expect to keep following a narrow staircase below the basement and into some kind of office.

"This is Circus Baby's…" Mike responded softly. "Fredbear's was connected to it, but…the house too?"

"Scotty always told me, I had a bad habit of bringing work home with me."

Jeremy almost flinched, glaring at where William had disappeared to. The office was almost like some kind of secretary area, with a desk and computer. A huge window took up the entire wall behind it and it showed only an inky blackness. He wondered what was behind it and then decided it was best if he didn't know.

He followed behind Mike as they obediently trailed behind Afton. The man likely hadn't been here in well over six years, but he navigated the halls and doorways like he lived here. It was like a maze, full of locked doors and sterile tiles and dim lighting that made everything look so foreign and alien. The engineer tried desperately to keep track of where they were going but it was near impossible. The place was oddly huge and he had a feeling Afton was purposefully keeping his strides fast so get them disorientated.

"What's down here that's so important? You realize he's dying, right?" Mike suddenly demanded and Jeremy noticed he had spotted a bit of blood on the tiled floors.

They didn't get an answer as William pressed a hand against where a doorknob would be; how he knew he needed this door and not the thousand others was a mystery. But it opened itself with a creak and hiss and the older man disappeared into it. Mike darted forward like it would close behind him and despite every warning bell going off in Jeremy's head to not lock himself into a small room with a serial killer, he followed.

"Oh of course, I always forget about the obvious fucking medical room that every secret death bunker has." He grumbled sarcastically.

He was annoyed when William smiled at that, propping Eggs onto the gurney. Mike hovered closer than he dared. Jeremy glanced around, trying to make sure he was as close to the door as possible. It looked almost like a typical doctor's office, something he was far too used to, but a large camera in the upper corner was nothing something one usually put into a normal office. He couldn't help but snap his eye over when the man began moving around to a cabinet, pulling out an IV stand, a needle that Jeremy definitely didn't trust him with, and a IV bag of something dark and almost green.

"What is that?" He asked.

William paused briefly and Jeremy fought the urge to look away. He stared back, eye narrowing when it was obvious that the man was contemplating answering him. Instead he popped the large needle into Eggs' arm and set up the IV.

"Try to ignore me again and my foot goes up your ass. What are you pumping into him?"

He saw Mike chewing on his lip from the corner of his eye. "How can we help?"

"By sittin' there and not getting in my way." William said finally, eyes focused on Eggs' face. He'd gone very pale on the journey down, and the sheet around his waist stained dark. "Damn shame ya didn't bring Mark with ya, but I can least manage this…"

Jeremy bristled. "I'm not asking these things for my health you know."

"Forgot how grumpy ya are now, Newbie, not used to that."

This time it was Mike that grimaced, looking like an angry dog as he snarled. "Right because all that time fucking around in his head didn't count."

"It's one thing to see it, another thing to put up with it." The older man glanced over at them and Jeremy noticed one of his hands playing with Eggs' hair. "I don't exactly have the time or patience to begin explain' this crap, and I get the feelin' ya wouldn't like it either."

Mike shared a look with him. "That's not just replacement blood since you're not bothering to patch his side…"

William smirked, reaching into a nearby cabinet. Jeremy tried not to tense up when he pulled out a scalpel, but Mike definitely did. The blond was more than furious at himself when he moved to stop him as he dragged the blade across the skin of his wrist, only stopped by Mike grabbing his arm. They both stared in horror as not blood leaked out but something dark, almost translucent, oozed down his arm. Jeremy swallowed.

"Won't go into the specifics, but it's pretty useful." William said almost cheerfully as the skin patched itself together before their very eyes, his long fingers flexing. "Granted, it's been a nightmare gettin' the right properties. Human bodies don't like foreign entities invadin' their space. But they got it just right when I went off and got myself killed."

"You're fucking with us." Jeremy couldn't help but say.

The smirk turned into a crooked grin. "Newbie, gimme some credit. Like I said, ya won't exactly be sproutin' my praises when ya find out how I make it but…well, not exactly here to make friends. This stuff is gonna save Alex, and with it I can finally get Cindy outta here."

"This stuff…is going to heal him, but then what?" Mike asked.

William glanced over at Eggs. He was still pale, but there was color to his cheeks and his breathing had evened out. Jeremy noticed that the pinched, pained look had faded. That stuff was inside their killer friend, who wasn't human but some kind of machine. But putting something like that into an organic body like Eggs'…

"You're seriously going to turn your kid into a fucked up robot?"

"Not quite." William snorted, looking amused. "Might keep him safe, but I don't think he'd be thrilled with that."

"Then what? Because you know putting some fucked up oil shit into his body isn't going to go well with his immune system." Jeremy hissed at him, eye narrowing.

"Wait." Mike suddenly cut in, brow furrowed as he stared at where Eggs was laying. "You mentioned his sister? Eggs never said he found her. He would have brought it up with us."

The corners of William's smile twitched and Jeremy noticed his eyes hardening. That wasn't a good sign. He had very few memories that weren't fractured or hazy, but what he did remember of the time he spent around Afton and Scott, he knew that it took quite a bit to get the man upset. He was usually all smiles, never letting things get to him or showing if it did. The only firm memory he had of Afton's temper was when Scott mentioned Freddy had glitched in the back room and smacked him in the eye. He'd been sporting a large bump that was turning yellow. William had stared at it a moment before he'd marched himself into the back room and took a wrench to the bear.

"Cindy is down here. Been workin' on fixing her, but I've been too...easy on her. Might've spoiled her a bit so the second I don't get her out, she makes up her own plans and screws things up."

"Fixing her?" Mike echoed, glancing at Jeremy.

The blond sighed. "Lemme guess, she dead too?"

Jeremy didn't even flinch when the scalpel in William's hands was slammed down on the counter top. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, seeing the cracks in the marble and the fact that the metal object was imbedded rather deep into it, giving the older man his best unimpressed look as William gritted his teeth.

"Mike is right, you have a terrible track record." He couldn't help but add.

Mike gave him a dark look, the bruises on his neck dark and obvious. Okay fair enough he probably shouldn't be poking at the serial killer robot ghost that they were very much locked underground with. Sighing, Jeremy ran a hand through his hair and motioned for him to continue.

"Ya lucky I like ya, Newbie." William said bitingly, silver eyes narrowing dangerously. "Though if ya not careful, I might have to do somethin' about that mouth of yours."

He gave him a look and despite himself, Jeremy flinched. He tried to ignore the curious glance from Mike. "I don't fucking feel very lucky."

"What happened to her?" Mike asked instead, obviously trying to break the sudden tension.

The black haired man stared at him a moment longer and Jeremy looked away. It was weak but he decided he didn't care. He didn't want to be scared of the man, but he also knew he shouldn't push his luck. William's idea of affection didn't mean he was safe. He relaxed slightly when the man chuckled suddenly.

"My girl thought she could handle herself, thought she was smart." The dead man sneered at nothing. "I told her not to be around Baby when we were testin' her. She didn't listen. Got a call that she got wedged inside, no way she could still be alive…but then Baby started sayin' things…"

Jeremy gritted his teeth. "So she got stuck in the robot that killed her."

Mike shuddered. "That's…horrible. When did this happen?"

"Mm, two years after Shawn was killed."

Despite himself, the engineer scowled. "You're shitting with me. You lose Shawn, lose her, and then you still kill Caleb? And that doesn't even begin to fucking cover what you did to him!"

He pointed to where Eggs was laying. The boy's color was back now, his breathing evened out. He wanted to be relieved that he was healing and yet he couldn't be. Not when they were stuck down here, forced to listen to William's insane bullshit. None of this would even be a problem if he didn't force Eggs into this situation.

Mike grabbed his arm, hissing to calm down. Jeremy glared at him just as hard. "Jeremy, we really need you to stop."

"No, fuck you! You told me you wanted more kids, but you can't even handle the ones you had!" The blond spat, daring to take a threatening step forward.

William stared at him, eyes narrowed and dark. He knew he was pushing his luck. Really, really pushing his luck but he was pissed off. He couldn't have nightmares anymore, and fear was a weird off-branded emotion that hit him differently than it used to but he didn't have anything else to describe what William did to him. He hated him, feared him, and he was tired of it. Instead he wanted to yell and scream.

He stiffened when the older man suddenly grinned unevenly. "Ya know, for as badly as I wanna sew that pretty mouth of yours shut, gotta admit…Almost proud of ya."

"The fuck does that even mean?" Jeremy hissed at him.

"The little Newbie I knew couldn't say no, much less stand up for himself." William's grin went dark, pushing himself away from the gurney and taking a step forward. Jeremy back peddled almost immediately. "And here Scotty and I were worried about ya."

"Nice thing about losing that brain section is I stopped putting up with shitty assholes like you."

"You…"

They both paused, glancing at where Mike was standing. Jeremy had almost forgotten he was there; making sure he had enough space between himself and the depraved serial killer took up most of his attention. But Mike was staring to the side, blue eyes wide and Jeremy was surprised to see him shaking. Confused, he reached for his arm.

"That's how you knew he had scars?" Mike whispered so low that only the engineer could hear him. He stiffened.

"Mike, dude, don't even-"

It didn't help that William's grin turned into a smug smirk. "Somethin' the matter, Mikey? Ya look like ya seen a ghost."

Mike's hands clenched into fists, his knuckles white. Jeremy hesitated. He didn't usually see Mike like this; he was one with the anger problems. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say. He'd rather go his entire life without Mike having any idea of how his time as a Fazbear Security Guard went, but apparently, he didn't get that choice anymore. Seemed like just another thing he was getting fucked over on.

"He was sixteen." The Head Guard hissed through his teeth, glaring at William.

William chuckled, arms crossed as he carelessly leaned forward like he planned on telling Mike a secret. Jeremy fought against every instinct to back away only because his friend went ridged and refused to break eye contact. Not sure what to do, the blond man just tightened his grip on Mike's arm, ready to pull him away if needed.

"So what?"

Mike punched him.

Xxxxxxx

He should be dead.

It was the first thought that formed in his head. But as he struggled with opening his eyes, he realized maybe he was. There was no pain, only a haze. He struggled to remember what had happened. Baby…Cindy…the wire thing. The scooper.

He finally managed to get his eyes open. He swallowed and winced, tasting something like iron on his tongue. He groaned softly and focused his eyes. A doctor's office. Someone must've found him and rushed him to a hospital then…but then why was he in his uniform still? He had a sheet wrapped tightly around his waist, dark and stained, and he was pretty sure that wasn't normal for doctors to use, and yet he had an IV stuck in his arm.

"Glad ya woke up."

Blearily, Eggs tried to pull himself up into a sitting position. He nearly screamed when a burning white agony ripped through him, making him cry out and fall back on the bed. It pulsed oddly and with a trembling hand, he pulled the sheet away. It was crusted with dry blood and stuck to the wound, so he stopped pulling on it. He wasn't fixed up, yet the pain faded quickly. Where the hell was he?

"Stop pokin' at it like that, or else it'll flare up again."

His hands were smacked away. Still reeling slightly, Eggs looked up, not sure who he was expecting. Mike or Mark, trying to fix him without calling someone or getting unwanted attention? And yet that wasn't the person standing over him. Eggs nearly froze up, purple eyes taking in his face. He was hallucinating. A nightmare perhaps, whatever drugs they were pumping into him was making him see things.

"Dad?" He whispered.

The hallucination smiled almost sadly, an expression he didn't associate with the man. "Heya kiddo."

To his shock, the bed dipped when William sat down next to him. Eggs stared at the spot as his brain tried to catch up. That…couldn't happen. There needed to be a mass, an actual physical person there for that to happen. Maybe it really was a nightmare then. He had to blatantly ignore the pain earlier for that to make any sense but it was more believable than a dead man talking to him.

"Am I dead?" He asked himself softly. Maybe this was just who greeted him before they sent him to hell.

He yelped when William hugged him, held tightly against the man's chest. Part of him wanted to rip himself away. Dead or dream or hallucination, he didn't want to touch him. Not after learning what the man had done to him. And yet another part of him wanted to huddle into his form and cling to him. Eight years; eight long years without knowing what had happened to him. Of being alone, not knowing and only having himself to depend on. Of wondering what would have happened if he had his dad and brother.

"Not dead, kiddo. Nearly lost ya, but we managed to get ya through the worse of it." He said softly into his hair. Eggs hesitantly wrapped his own arms around his shoulders. "Goddamn though, Alex, ya know how to give me a heart attack."

A hand began running through his hair. Eggs barely noticed when William began rocking back and forth, holding him like he might slip through his fingers. Still trying to get his thoughts together, the technician wondered why his dad knew the Cooldown Dance before the cold, sinking realization hit him. This wasn't a dream.

"How?" Was all he could manage before his throat closed up, struggling around the dread and fear.

The hand in his hair paused, and Eggs felt the laugh rumbling through his chest. "It's taken me longer than I'd hoped. I certainly didn't think I'd die on ya before I could come back…"

He pulled away, wincing as his side gave a sharp throb. He felt the older man's arms tighten briefly, not wanting to let him go, but before Eggs could begin panicking he was released. It was difficult to stare into the man's face. He wanted to be happy. Relieved. Somehow, despite being gone, his dad had come back to him; he felt his stomach lurch.

"What happened?" Eggs begged him.

William paused, staring at his face intently. Eggs couldn't help but flinch when a hand came up and cupped his cheek. "That can wait. How ya feelin'?"

"…Like someone tried to scoop out my insides and missed." He grumbled, trying to move away from the touch.

"She didn't know better. I told her I'd be back and I'd get her outta here, but then the little shits got me killed, so she's been down here for few years. I'm amazed she even recognize ya though…"

Eggs frowned at that. "Why didn't you tell anyone she was here? I could've…Someone could've helped her! Done something!"

"Right, lemme quick call up all the people I trust to look after my dead daughter that's inside a robot." William snorted.

"You trusted me! And Scott, you had to have trusted him! Instead you ran off and Cindy's been stuck down here being forced to share a brain with who knows how many other things and I got saddled up with some assholes that used me as a meal ticket!" He spat angrily.

He stared hard at his dad before forcing himself to look away and breathe. What was done was done and there was nothing he could do about it anymore, but that didn't mean he had to like it. Of course Cindy was partially insane down here. She was desperate to get out and go home because she had no idea that home didn't exist anymore.

"Scotty had no idea I had my little science project goin' down here…I don't think he woulda liked it." William explained softly as Eggs looked back at him. His eyes narrowed suddenly. "Who adopted ya?"

"I don't know anymore, only that I hated them and ran away as soon as I could. They locked me up in that…little room for a few years and I wasn't allowed out unless they were being inspected. They never looked for me once I ran." Eggs shrugged it off since it was far behind him.

"They what?!"

He jumped when the older man got to his feet, silver eyes blazing, a hand grabbing his arm. He suddenly realized that maybe casually bringing up the abuse to a serial killer wasn't such a good idea. "They…they kept me in a room, so I wouldn't get in the way…I managed to pick the lock and ran away."

Eggs watched with wide eyes as William pulled away from him and punched a cabinet door. His fist went straight through the wood and it splintered and shattered. That wasn't…normal, his brain managed. A normal person wasn't capable of something like that. He was dealing with something worse than just a ghost.

"Scott was meant to adopt you!" He shouted at nothing, back turned. Eggs wondered if there was a way he could manage to get off the gurney without ripping himself open. "What else did they do?"

"N-nothing, and it wasn't even that bad, I just…" Eggs flinched when he turned around and gave him a look of both disbelief and almost hostility. Then he made of the mistake of speaking before thinking. "What does it even matter?"

"Of course it matters! Ya think I'll let those insects get away with hurtin' my son?"

"They can't hurt me but you can?!" Eggs snapped back and almost instantly regretted it.

William stared at him a moment before his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Alex-"

"What did you think would happen when I grew up? That I would just forever forget it happened and we'd pretend? Or was the plan that hopefully I was okay with it all and it'd just be this casual thing between us?" Eggs rushed on, unable to control it. "I don't even remember all of it and I thought that would make it better but it only makes it worse!"

"Alex." He tried, voice firm but Eggs couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Was that the only reason you adopted me in the first place? What did I do, what's wrong with me that you picked me to start doing this with? What happened-"

He couldn't stop himself from whimpering when William grabbed him, eyes wide as he was pressed against the man's chest again. He struggled and flailed against him, trying to pull himself out of his grip but his arms were locked against his side and each movement made his side flare up painfully. Eggs sobbed, hating how easily he fell apart as he heard his dad gently hush him and began stroking his hair again. Reluctantly he relaxed, trying to hide his shaking hands.

"Shh, it's okay. Breathe kiddo…" William whispered softly and Eggs tried to take a deep breath to calm himself down. "This wasn't how I planned things to happen…Course there's nothin' wrong with ya. Look at ya, Alex, I couldn't ask for a better son…here ya are, tryin' to help Cindy when I couldn't, makin a life for yourself on ya own…"

His arms tightened at that, and Eggs could only imagine what he was planning on doing to the family that had adopted him. He honestly hoped they weren't found, he'd rather just forget the entire thing had ever happened. Swallowing roughly, the technician sighed and shook his head.

"Then why?" He asked him.

William hummed and laid his cheek on the top of his head. "Because kiddo, you're mine. Ya were meant to be mine the moment I found ya, the moment I adopted ya. I loved ya more than I can ever say and I tried so hard to make ya happy."

Eggs stiffened. "Yours?"

He felt him smile against his hair. "Mine. Don't ya remember? Ya agreed with me every time I said it, that's how I knew…But it's okay, because now we can fix it all. Get back to how things were supposed to be, I just need to get ya patched up, we can help Cindy once she's calmed down and we can be a family again."

The technician gritted his teeth. That couldn't be the only reason why he was taken to the back room. Surely the man he'd looked up to, adored and loved couldn't be that delusional. But as he forced himself to look up and meet his eyes, William grinning back almost excitedly, he realized it was true. So he shook his head and tried to pull away from him.

"That's not happening…" He said, struggling out from under William's arms. "It can't. I'm not…going to be apart of that, I'm going to help Cindy and move in with Mike and Jeremy, then hopefully keep my shitty job as a technician where I'm not walking on eggshells around the animatronics. It'd be better if you pretend you never saw me."

He tried to pull himself off the gurney, ignoring the stinging pain in his side. The IV would need to come out, he'd never done that before but he couldn't stay here. He'd rather limp off and get help on his own and pretend this all was some kind of messed up hallucination brought on by pain and his near death experience.

Eggs groaned softly when his feet hit the ground, nearly collapsing. His legs were shaking and the pain was getting worse. He had to be careful not to trip or step on the sheet around his waist, he'd really hate to rip open and start bleeding again here…wherever here was. He managed to take three steps before he was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"This is a lot to take in." William offered softly. Eggs fought the urge to roll his eyes. "And if I had known even for a second that ya were out there on ya own, I would've done something. Maybe even let Caleb off the hook if it meant I'd get to keep ya…but that's not how it went down and ya can't honestly expect me to let ya walk out that door."

"I'm an adult now and you're technically dead. So yes, I am walking out that door." He hissed back and pulled his arm from his grip.

Something flashed over William's eyes that he couldn't decipher. Maybe annoyance at his disobedience, maybe anger at being talk to in such a way. But the man hid it with his usual large, uneven smile that made Eggs pause. He'd missed that smile.

"I thought this might happen…" The older man mused softly, mostly to himself as he shook his head and reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out a phone and it took Eggs a moment before he recognized it as Jeremy's. "Ya been in the house, right? Had to be careful no one saw me when I started cleanin' some of my things out, just in case, but I had to be prepared. Maybe I coddled Cindy and ya too much…"

"Why do you have Jeremy's phone?" He demanded.

William chuckled. "Calm down there, kiddo, I'm amazed ya even met Newbie. Small world, ain't it? Imagine my surprise when they rushed over here cuz Cindy was convinced she killed ya…"

They? Eggs tensed, realizing that Jeremy and Mike must be around. But if they had run into William then…were they alright? Mike hated him, and Jeremy seemed to have some resentment to the man given that he nearly ruined his life.

"They ain't dead, don't look so panicked." The smile suddenly widened and William's grip on the phone tightened until it cracked in his hands. "Not yet."

"Where are they?" He asked, trying to keep his voice even.

He laughed. "Oh that's the million dollar question then, where could they have gone?"

"I'm not playing some sick game with you, where are they?!" Eggs snapped.

William sneered, silver eyes burning. "Uh oh, I must've accidentally put them in with ya sister. Honest mistake on my part, I had no idea she was convinced your friends killed me."

Eggs gaped at him before snarling and rushing for the door. He had it open when the door slammed shut, nearly taking his fingers with it. He went to shout at his dad when he froze, eyes wide as a too familiar wire wrapped itself around his forearm, pressing the IV deeper into his veins. He nearly screamed but his voice choked up in his throat.

"Not so fast there, Alex. We got a lotta things to discuss I think, like that tone ya takin' when ya talk to me." William cooed softly as more of the wires dangled out of his skin, latching on to Eggs' other arm and holding him in place. "So long as ya listen, I dunno, maybe I'll keep them alive. No promises."

"Y-you were that thing this whole time?" Eggs hissed, feeling his heart pounding painfully in his chest. "All this time..?"

"Not quite. I gotta admit, I'm impressed that the brats managed to piece this thing together, lotta delicate parts ya gotta put together when ya start sharin' brainwaves and computers like what they made. Ask Newbie some time and he'll tell ya, ya start losin' yourself into the mix. But when they made this cute 'lil amalgamation of parts, ya sister included, they thought they could curl up inside ya and get away, not even realizin' they just put everything perfectly together…for me." William laughed and Eggs flinched when some of the wires snaked out from under his eyes, from his throat, making him look like a monster he'd see in his nightmares. "And not even realizin' they could be locked outta their own creation."

"Where is she then?!"

"Right back in Baby, just like I told her if she kept actin' out. Relax, Alex, things are gonna be fine. Promise ya, soon as ya wake up, I'll have everythin' set up and perfect and we can start fixin' that attitude of yours."

Eggs hissed and began struggling again, trying desperately to pull himself out of the tight grip. No, he couldn't let this happen, he had to get away and save Mike and Jeremy and stop William because somehow he knew if William got things ready he'd never let him go. But the wires just tightened painfully until his very bones groaned in protest and one of them suddenly harshly prodded at the still open hole in his side, causing him to scream and his vision to darken.

He felt tears in his eyes, unable to stop them. Maybe he should have just laid there and let Cindy scoop him. It would have been better than this, forced to experience his father's cruelty and delusions. And he had gotten Mike and Jeremy dragged into it all as well, something he'd likely regret for the rest of his life.

"I…h-ha…" He began, only to realize he couldn't keep himself together anymore. Screaming at his own weakness internally, he passed out, going completely limp in William's hold.

Xxxxxx

Thanks everyone for being patient with me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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