A/N: Well, here it is, ladies and gents. I have made this claim in the past, but the following chapter may very well be THE DARKEST chapter in the entire fic. The battle between William and Mike has reached its conclusion, a battle that was nothing more than a grand deception orchestrated by Mike the entire time. William thought that by invading Mike's mind, he would be free to commit unspeakable violence and atrocities against Mike's very soul. But Mike was in control the entire time, and now he will show William why invading his mind was the last mistake…

"̳̰͠ͅ.̸̞̟̯..͟͏̻̻͖̪̥͚̥̰T̨̲͖̭̗͕̼H̸̫̰̙͙͎͍̬A͙͖̗̜̣͠ͅT͍̭̬̝͇ ̸͖̣̥̫̗͢H̱̮̞͖E̡̞̺̲̬̩̱̲ ͎̥̠͎W̝̖͙Ḭ̡̮̲̻͚͔L͚̰͖͡L̷̡̦͇̮̭̬̹̤̦̼̹̩̱͠͡ͅE̟̫̜͜͠V̤͕̺̝͟E̵̼̤̥͉ͅR̵̮͡ ̷̞̖̻̖͠ ̭͓̞̹̣͓̗͎̙́MÀ̝͔̀KẸ̪̻̖͇.̝̲̝̯̟̝̠͢ͅ"̶̝̜̗͉̱̥̯

(THAT HE WILL EVER MAKE.)

Tabby: It'll have SOMETHING to do with UCN, that's for sure.

FireFlamer: I just looked up a Zalgo Text Generator on Google. There's a couple that you can pick and choose from.

Guest: Nobody is saying that what Mike is doing is morally correct (even if it's incredibly satisfying). But here's the thing. You said it yourself: the GHOST KIDS are the ones who need to repent. The ghost kids are the ones who need to find peace. But Mike isn't one of the ghost kids. He never committed any great sins, and is not under any God-given quest or orders like the rest of them. He is under NO obligation to forgive or show mercy to William outside of what his conscience dictates. And do keep in mind, that William is a depraved monster who escaped Hell and attacked his house specifically to harm him and his kids. Considering the atrocities that William committed AND are trying to commit right now, Mike doesn't give the single slightest fuck about showing any kind of forgiveness whatsoever. At the end of the day, Mike is human. And no human outside of Jesus Christ or Mahatma Gandhi, especially not Mike with how I've written him up to this point, is realistically going to forgive a demonic murderous monster trying to ruin their family's lives/afterlives.

Oh, and I actually forgot to write up Mike's skill/moveset for the last chapter, so here we go!

Rage of the Father (passive): Mike's hatred against those who would harm the ones he loves fuels his power, a hatred that grows with each passing moment. Mike gains a permanent boost to power, defense, and speed that grows as time passes, to a maximum of +250% power, +250% defense, and +125% speed. If enough time has passed or if Mike reaches critical health, he becomes enraged and the boosts are automatically maximized and doubled to +500% power, +500% defense, and +250% speed.

Unbreakable Will (passive): Mike is completely immune to all status conditions and instant death effects.

Unhallowed Ground: Mike channels his malevolent energy into the ground, blasting and charging the entire arena floor with his power. Any enemy whose feet is touching the floor will be attacked with the full force of Mike's corrupted lightning and stunned. Enemies in the air avoid damage.

Cyclone Countershield: Mike summons four massive tornados of darkness that swirl around him in a protective shield. The tornados deflect any attacks that hit them and any enemies who hit the tornados are blasted backward. Mike cannot attack his enemies while maintaining the tornados but can instead greatly empower them with dark fire or lightning. After a few seconds, Mike can unleash the tornados on his enemies to send them flying into the air and inflict calamitous damage.

WARNING: Brutal and graphic descriptions of torture and violence. But I'm sure you already knew that. In fact, I'd go as far as to say that the next few chapters should be M rated.

Chapter 81 – The True Face of Hatred, Part 1

The first thing that William saw when his eyes opened was an empty void.

He remembered feeling the last of the arena crumble away to nothingness, remembered falling closer and closer to the fiery abyss as Mike Schmidt's cruel promise whispered into his ear. William had expected searing agony and horrific burns exactly like the time that he had first descended into Hell…but instead, his entire consciousness had been swallowed up by darkness, and his world had gone black.

A more naïve individual might have presumed that Mike had chosen to save William, that Mike had opted for the path of forgiveness and mercy at the very last moment. But William knew better than to expect things to go his way after the trap pizzeria and their battle seconds before had proven such a premise laughably wrong.

William knew that the only reason Mike had spared him from the flames…was because he had something much, much worse planned.

"̨̟̤͢H̨̘̙̱͞E͍̜̞̖̤͟ͅH̠̙͍̙̞̜̩͈́̕ ̯̖͉̞̮̹͡H͚̮͞E̵̲̺͔̥̰̱͉͟H͎͙̭̺̀͞ ̟̰̲̙͙̰̪̼͘͜Ḩ̥̬̺̹̜ͅE̸̪̮̺̝͇̫̥̩͜͡ͅH̵̠̣͈̪̕ ҉̥̣͈̪̪̘͡H̺̭̱̝̞̥͈͉͡E̷̗H̰̝̪̠͟ ̸̴̮̮͙͟H͉̜̰̯̖͓̥͢É̙͉͕͢H̜̞̹̣͔͞.̢̢̱̦͙̘̭.̹̠͡͡.̴͠҉̪͖"̡̟̹̮̪͎͍

(HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH…)

The murderer whirled around, his eyes falling upon the faint silhouette of Mike's form a few inches away. All that he could see was a black humanoid shadow save for the man's glowing red eyes and the blood red flames surging from his body. With only his desperation left, Nightmare Springtrap swung his claw at the shadow, only for it to dissolve into nothingness the moment it connected. Almost immediately, Mike's silhouette reappeared a few feet away to the left, this time holding one of his scythes. William conjured up a fireball in his hand and hurled it at the shadow again, only for it to disappear for a second time.

"̙̮̻͞͠S̨̡̰̗͇̺̬T̵͍̺̝̯̼̗̬̕IĻ̴̮͈̰ͅĹ̞͕͍̬̮͡ ͕̱̦̩̣̰̦͈T͟҉̥̗̣͇̮̺ͅR̶̡̝͙̪͈͚̺Y̶̸̢̫͙̝̙̺͔̣ͅI͏̬͉͙̪͙NG̷̡̘̹͍̜̜͇͢ͅ ̯̯͉̳̦͈̺T̙̭͚͔̼͍̩̖O͙̣ ̧̠͇̙͢ͅF̛̟͇͟I̴̷͇̝̪̤͈̣̞̜Ǵ҉̥̹H̡͇̫͚͇̲̙̪̠͝Ṯ̢̣͎,̰̖͡ ̲̫̪̳ͅẈ̷̮͙͕͚͕̻͝ͅI̸̞͎͔̩L̼͎̱͈̙̩͇͍͞͡L͇̘̰̖̺̣͎̖̀͠I̴̜͉̘A̵͇̥M̴̨͖̪̮͜ͅ ̼́A͏̵̘͈̜̣̹̫̀F̳͘͞Ț͉͕͡O̘͜N̶̜͈̣̼̯̻̜͝?̴̶̢͕̻̙̱͕ ̷̛̻̰̝̥͖͍̩͜O̹̠͜U̧͇͡R҉̦̼͔̜̯͖̣͙̕͟ͅ ̭̼ͅB̶͏̻͓̺͕̭̙͙͎ͅA̶̷͕̳̻͔̳̞ͅͅŢ̴̶̣͔̣̥̮Ṱ̸̱͕͈̳͟͞LE҉̱͉ ̜̭̗̳͖͈̖H͠͏̯̣̹̭A̡͕͎̣̩̗̝͞S̸̘̺͔̭͕̮̀̕ ̴̳̭̥ͅE̙̲̞̗̬̱͇̫N̡̩͍̙̩D͏̜̬̘̼̫͘E̡̧̛̤̘D̝̰̱̗̟̝̱̟.̷̡̤̦̟͈̭͇̼̞͝ ͕̹̖̠̻̱̯̣͢Y̸̨͉̜O̭̠̟̯͚͘͠Ù͙̯͚̣͢͝R҉̤̦ ҉̼͇̼̯̟̰͚͍TÓ̵͓̜͓̰͍͚͇͜Ŕ̨̘͡M̗̰E̴̥̹̺̯̯͈̗͡N̙̜̥T҉͕̣̹̗̻̟͝ ̢͉̥̱͡Ḅ̨̮͍̼͔̹̙̰͜E҉̵̳͎̗͓G̗͓I҉̖͙̩͚N̡͙̮͓̫̮͜͢S̴̛͉͉̫͇͓̖̤̫̀.̳"̧̗̭̝͈̺̬͠

(STILL TRYING TO FIGHT, WILLIAM AFTON? OUR BATTLE HAS ENDED. YOUR TORMENT BEGINS.)

Before William could respond, a mighty, blood-red inferno suddenly erupted into existence in front of him, a pillar of flame even larger and more powerful than the one that had brought Mike back to his full power during the last stages of their battle, or the one that had wiped out William's entire army of demons. But unlike before, the flames were wreathed around a towering figure that emanated power and malice from every fiber of its being. As William watched, the flames began to receded slightly, allowing him a clear view of who or what they were surrounding…and for the first time, the fear and insidious despair that had snuck ever so subtly into his heart erupted into full-blown panic and horror.

With every stage of their battle that had passed, Mike's manifestation in his mental world had become less and less human. At first, it had only been his eyes that had been shrouded in darkness and glowed with the intensity of his wrath. But as the conflict had raged on, he had adopted more and more of the shadows into his very being until the only thing left about him that could have been considered humanoid was his shape and size.

For the first time in decades, the darkness in Mike Schmidt had returned in full force, howling for blood and vengeance against the murderer of innocents. And for the first time in his entire life, the light in Mike Schmidt willingly gave full and complete control to the darkness.

And the result could only be described as a demonic monstrosity straight from the deepest bowels of Hell.

There was nothing about Mike's newest form that could be even remotely mistaken for human. His demonic aspect towered over William Afton, his size comparable to that of the dreaded Balrog of Tolkien's mythos or the Nightmares' true forms. Instead of the cloak and robes he had worn before, Mike was now fully dressed for battle, his body covered in black heavy plate mail that glowed scarlet with the flames that blazed around him. His hands were covered with the same black metal gauntlets that he had used to punch William's face and claw out his eyes, only much larger in size. Instead of carrying two hand scythes, like he had during their battle, Mike now carried a single, much larger scythe. It was more closely faithful to the traditional depictions of the Grim Reaper's weapon but otherwise a perfect mimicry of the weapons that Mike had formerly wielded, right down to the red energy bleeding out of a skull's mouth. But the father of seven's new form didn't need to carry any weapon to intimidate; merely seeing Mike's titanic claws was enough for William to fear them, knowing that he could crush or slice with them on a whim.

The armor that Mike wore was not the only thing that was terrifying or darkly awe-inspiring about him. His head had transformed into a gigantic black, horned skull, with eyes that blazed with unfathomable levels of hatred and a maw that seemed to open straight into the fiery pits of Hell. The flames that surrounded Mike's skull burned even stronger than those around the rest of his body, flickering and fluctuating as though they were representing Mike's anticipation to finally begin his revenge against William for all the evil that he had wrought upon his family. Two black wings almost as large as those of Nightmare's true form stretched out to either side, wreathed in flames that were a sharp contrast to Nightmare's darkness them but no less terrifying. And most disturbing of all, from the pauldrons that covered his shoulders, two massive spikes stretched out, each with three skulls stacked on them, one on top of the other. William nearly felt his bowels loosen when he realized that the skulls were all Springtrap's, the decayed bunny animatronic skulls opened up in soundless screams, a grisly promise of the fate that Mike had planned for William.

And from Mike's demonic form emanated a black, oppressive aura that seemed to cripple and tear at his very mind and soul. An aura of hatred and malice that wore down what little was left of his already crumbling resolve with feelings of hopelessness and helplessness.

An aura that was almost exactly the same as Nightmare's.

"̛҉̵̩͇͔̮̖̹̟̞IM̷̗̤͢P̥̩̗RE̸̳̘̯͚̜̬̜S̶̵̘̙̖S̴̢͎̘̙͓͔ͅI̪͖̫͞V҉̶͓̗̥̝̻͇E̠͍̜̻̗̻̯̩̘,̝̞̗̘̦̩ ̲͈A͙̫̗R̘̣̞͉̬E̬̤͓̝̰͎͇͢Ņ̧̩̰͚ͅ'̝͙͇T̶͚͖̦͓̫̳̦̤ ̯̤͕̰̝̰́͢͝I̸̛̲̟?̨͏̞̱̲̮͉̬͔͙̦"̦ Mike's voice rumbled like a volcanic lavaflow. "̡͎͔͔̺̹̺̼̀ͅA̘͔͙̻T̸̯͙͢͝ ̨͈͓̳̙͍̬̲̭͙L̞̀A̡̞̯̟͇̞͡S̢̡̠̗͎T͈̣̮̱̙͡,͚͜͜ ͚̲̱̝̝̖̰̪͘Y͉Ọ̭͇͔̻̫͉͖U͏̥̻ ̭͈̼̱͓̜̫F̛̬̹̲̩̮͕͚͟IṈ̨̻̥̠Ą̸͖̤͍͇͉͕̦͠LL̺̕͞͡Ỵ̬̖̮̰́̕ ̵̷͍̙͉̹͕̕S̨͙̱̖͝EE҉̥̯̩ ̴̵̨̩̫̘̙͈̺͖̣Ţ̭̭̩́Ḫ̴̭E̪͖͇̩̻̳͝ ̡͍̟͖̫̜̲͙̤͢͡T̝̱͙̀̕R̡̹̘̖̟̮U̟͓̠̤̗̻̮͇̬͘͟T͎̠̯̜̜͈͕̀͢ͅH̟͜.̼̰͕͔ ̺̟͇I҉̟̪̠̖̳͇ ҉͚̝̣̞Ć̵̰͎͠ͅOU̸̘̠͓̪̬̖͞L̤͔̠̭͕̥̙̞̝͘D̶͈̹̕ͅ ͉͓͙͓͇̜͔̣́H̵͖̺̬̯̰̖A̶̡͈̺͚̩̜̣V̵̸̞̩̙̬̻̫͜E̶̛͎̬͙͖͍̫͞ ̷̨͔̙̜C̸͖̩̲͚R̲̯̹̝͖̘͓̩͝U̠̙̩̰̹̻͢Ṣ͖͕̹̜̭̕Ḩ̴̼̬̜͙͈̥̮͝ͅͅED̘̤̠͇͇ ̯̲͕͍̕͝Ý̵͈̗͍͓̠̯͝Ò͖̗͈̱͙͍̤̫͟U̗͔͍̳͞͝ ̴̞̗͢T̖H̖̳̣͎̞̻̻̹E̘͖͜ ͓͙̟͘͞M͙͍̟̬̘͉̣͚̙͡Ó̴̧̝̳M̴̯̤̩EṊ͉͘T̼̘ ̹̙̹̀͞Y̸͈͙̣͎̮͜ͅO̢̠͝͠U̝̮̬̠̻̱̟̗ ̴͉̱̳̥͙̖̦̪͇͞F̧͉̤́͘I̵̵̝̱̣͚̣̱ͅR̨̗͖̟̩̫̙̞S͇͍T̥̫̳͍̪͉ ̛̞ͅḌ̵̼͖͓͡͡ͅAR̯̻̪̺̕E̷̜̥͍̟͎̝̫̫̳͘D҉̵͙͚̤̦ ̴̨͉̺̥̩̻̻͎͢ͅT̟͉̻̤̺̖̪͞O̸̷̻͈̙̟̯̤͍ ̵̛̛͓͔̮̟̫E̷̛̥̦̜̭̜̯N͍̫̩̖̫̺̩͜T̨͙̝̣̟̹̱̤̬͡Ḙ̼ͅR̯̹̰͎̻̦͓̠͚̕ ̴̨̗̱͉̫͍̫̬̟̯͟M̛̜̱͘Y͕̺̫̻̖͙̗͝ ̵̪̮̘̣̪̞͞M̧̨̘͍͓̘̺̙̻̤ͅỊ̘̯̗̰̜́ͅŅ̨̤͉̜̺͇̠̜͈D̤͚̀.̰̱͇̙͎̠̀́"̷̰

(IMPRESSIVE, AREN'T I? AT LAST, YOU FINALLY SEE THE TRUTH. I COULD HAVE CRUSHED YOU THE MOMENT YOU FIRST DARED TO ENTER MY MIND.)

Nightmare Springtrap gritted his teeth in a futile display of rage. "THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU?" he spat. "WHY BOTHER WITH THIS WHOLE CHARADE TO BEGIN WITH?"

Mike let out a chilling laugh in response. "͘҉̬̗̪̰T̴̶̠̤̱W̨̖͚̭͈͡Ǫ̵̼̖͙ ̴̱̰͞R̯̼͉̀̕͟É̢̪̺͝A̤͉̜̼̪S̩͓OŅ̻̜̳̠̥̮̙̙̤͟S̡̝̬̻̠̦͙̖,̩̮͇͇͢ͅ"̢̦͚̲̠̣̥͝ he hissed. "̡̠͙̲̝̖̪͍͇͟͡T̵̪H̡͇̫̗E͖̰͓̙͓̥̗̦͠ ̛̼͉̬͔̮͞ͅF̙̜I̛̘̬̖R̸̡̲̝̳̱̟͚S̵̡͉̗͈̥̕T҉̙̣͖̯ ̱̮̭̻̪̤̰͞WAS̨͔͎̺̩̜̥̟͠ ̺̗́͘Ḇ̮͔̜́EC̶̛̜AU̧̡̠̹̹̭̮̟ͅS̰̺̻̫͍͜͡E͏͈͕̜̩̼ ̸̴̛̪̝̪͇̰I̮͈̼̠̮̱̖͘͠ ̟͈̮̠̹̺̣Ẁ̯̞͎̗̳̘A̱̰͍̫͇͕̙̯̩͜͜N̶̬͢T̴̛̹͢E͉͕̠͇͓͝ͅD̡̢̞̖̗͇̣̀ ̖͎̺̕T̞̰͇̞͉̩̀O̴̢̧̩̹̮͎̟̪̞ͅ ̷̳͍̟̱S̶̡̻̮E̸͍̗̣͙̥̪E̖̣͍̤̟̜̞͉̫͢ ͏̧̺͈͟J̧̻̜͎͎Ư̸̭̳̰̺̞̫̮͚S̯̼̤̳̩͇̥T̳͕̪̣̪̳̲̠͈ ̧̡̪̰̩W̵̢̲͙͓̞͔͝H̤̘̗͠A̛̠̲̹̲͡T͍̣͉̪̙͚ ̴̨͍̦͇̮̼͚̕E͓͍͕͞X͇̯͓̥̮̫͟͡A̢̢̼̘͍̳̹̱C̗̱͝TL͉̘̳Y̧̡̢̻̜̟͇͚͈͓̞ͅ ̟͉͎̣̮Y͉̪͓͚̙̰͔̲͞O̥U̝͚̞̻̕ ̢̝͖̺̳ͅ W̸̥̬̬̰̼È͇̺͇̗̫͘R̢͏͚̲̤̦̜̰͎̖̀E̷͖̖͈̤ ̶̨̨͇̥̗̘̠C̻͉̹̹̩͘͡A̶͘͏̝P̭̬̭͖A̜̻̞̻͟͠B̠̘͙̬͔͕̮̼͓͡͞L̥̣̻͙̲̥͝͡E͖̙ͅ ̸͉̖̞O̴̬̟̭̩͔̹̲ͅF̬͝.̳̳̣̼͖̞̪͔ ̶̵͕̙͇̱̝͇̠I͇̙̰̤͕ͅ ̩̬W̨̩̤A̷̳̮̭̠̙̩͍Ņ͢҉͚̝̻͎̮̬̘̮̪T̡̬̮̣E̘͖̩̙͈̣̼D̨͍̙̺̯͇̮̦̬̠̺͉͓ͅT̸̡̟͍̗O͏͔̗͕͇̟͠ ̵̛͓͟S̱͕͟E̴̤͈̳̙͜E̖̝̻͉͠ ̪͚̘͉̻̯͢H̵̛͍̫̼̟͈Ǫ̷̙̮̩Ẃ̢̼̫̣͍̹ ̮̺̹̳̺̤͞P̝̹̖̜̗͓̳O̡̙̙̳͟W̮͚̭̼RR̬̣̩̣̩F̵̣̱̺̥̳̖̺͘U̸̫̳͈̖͎̗͍̗Ļ̛̣͘ ͏̠̪̰̙̣Y͡҉̙̬̗O̷̷͎͇͔͚͔̖̯͎͝U̝̜ ̪̣̳͜͡R̺͕̙̯͘͝E̙̲̹͈̯̟̺A͚͇̫̙͚͕̳̬Ļ̭̻L̢̛̰̳̗̥̻͘Y̬̘͓͈͍̰̠̺͞͠ ̹̯͔̕͜W̥̺̲̼̥̮͕̙Ȩ̥̰R͇͞E̸̝̜.̘͘͝ͅ ͕͙̩͚́ͅĄ͙͉̪̹͉̰̘Ṋ̶̴̙͓͓̖̪̖D̢̹͡ ̗̦̹̠͙̰͜͢N͜͏̪̫̼̮̟̯̞̱͎O̝̯͎Ẁ̷̢̰̞̤͎͍̺̼ͅ ̵̧̩̱͎̱͚̱̬̤T̯͕̞̥̫͚͝͝H̶͎͍̕A̶̫̜͎̹̹̯̻T҉̣͍͕ ͖͉͖̯͖̯̺̪Ì̷̶͎̪'̥̫̤͇̺̭̠͍̠V͈̭̱̟̝̣̫̼̣E͕͎ ̧̘͎S̪̳̳̗̜Ȩ͙̠̪É̪̯̺͜N̜̝͖̯̖ ͈̯̩T͞҉̡̮͍̮͖̗H͎͙̟̞̳͉̩È̛̜͍̥̳ ̴͓̺͈̫͕̮̣͉A̛̜̮̣͕̖͚̗̕ͅN͡҉̡̝Ş͖͎̯͔͟͜WE̻͉̥͔̼͡ͅR̵͍͉̩̣̱̠͈̥̞,̶̣̖͈̺͍͍̪̣̕ ̷̯͇̝̯̫̗͢I̫̱͇ ̗̪͔̗̖͚M̧̱̘͎͔͚̭̮͉̀U̠̰͈̺̼͠ST̷̘̼ ҉̰͖̳͠ͅC̷̨̢̭̗̰͓O̩͕͇̩̕N̞͞F̷̧̪̲̻̝E̛̛͓̙̻ͅŞ̨̡̳̗̙̳͎S͍̦̯̼͉̥͖̀ͅ ͉̝I͚̩̹͈̕͝ ̧̖̩̩̼͈̙̺͖͞ͅF̯̜̠̬͉̯͟I͏̛̩͇͈͖̱͉̱ͅN̟̫̭̯̣̪̖̺̲͜͜D͕̠̝̗̗̕͠ ̲̝͢͠M҉̢͈̞̙̬̱̲͉Y̨̤̱̻͟͡S̢̫̭̝E̝̝̹͓͈̕L͕͔͖̹̲̕F̮̳͔̳̣̖.̷̵̶͈̫̬̖̩.̱̣̬̬̪̱͘.̢̮̦̤̼͝.̷̞̝̜̲͖͕͍T̵͇̠͖͟͜H̛̲̺̳O̶̵͓̫̥̻̲̭̺͜R̤̗̻͕̣͍͓͝O͇̳̖̗̬̻̗͉U̬̯̟͎͎̭͙̰͢G̴̛̰͇̩̝̜̗̘ͅH̵͔͔̗̼͙̣͔́͝L̫͎̜̲̯͚͕̹͚͜͡Y̤͞ ̧̜͕̹͙̠͎̙ͅD̶̳̣͙̬̰̤͇͞ͅÌ͇̮͚S̢͓̬Ą̭̤̞͡P̫̝̝͖P̤̣͎̼̫̗̱͇̘͞OI͡҉͖͈̼̟͈̤͘N̙͉͎̘͈̯͓͜T̜̘͇̩̜̺͍Ḙ͔̺̭̝͍̜͞D͚̯͖̲̝̰̻͜.̶͉͢"̧̥̬͘

(TWO REASONS. THE FIRST WAS BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE JUST WHAT EXACTLY YOU WERE CAPABLE OF. I WANTED TO SEE HOW POWERFUL YOU REALLY WERE. AND NOW THAT I'VE SEEN THE ANSWER, I MUST CONFESS I FIND MYSELF…THOROUGHLY DISAPPOINTED.)

William sneered. "I ENJOYED EVERY SECOND OF KILLING THOSE BRATS," he sneered. "THEY WERE FAR MORE USEFUL DEAD THAN ALIVE. I DON'T REGRET ANY OF IT WHATSOEVER."

"̙̭̞͟ͅÒ͔͈̪̯͟͞H̢҉̲ͅ,̯̯̖̖ ̴̜̗̯͠͡I͏̨̮̮̺̜̭̣͇ ͉͖̘͈̘̻͟͟K̢̝̟̫̜̯̺͘Ń҉̝̺̰͇̮̲̭̣Ó͕̮̝̬͕̮̩̬W̛̤̝̯ ͙̱̩̻̦͟Ṯ̸̳͕͓͔͈͘H̶͈̥̣͘A̴̹͖̭̣̠͢͠T̼̘̘̤̯̖̱͙͜,͘͏͚̙̻͓ ̴̶̲̥̼̦͚W͙̥͎͚̟͔͖̣͘I̛̭͢L̘̺Ĺ̵̜͉͖Í͟͞ͅͅA͖͠M̴̢̡̤̩ ̨̛̪̝̟̯̖̯̖͞A̟͉͈̲͓̘̳͙F҉̧̛̭̝̻̼̙̠̻̱T̢͕̞͕̭̼̗O͚̠̺̥̘͘͡N͍̬̮̠͟͜͡,̡͙͍͓"̶̷͔͎̝͍̞͝ Mike growled. "̧̞̘I̙̻̭͘ ̡̡̣̼K̷̺͖̫̺͈͈̩̮̖͠N̠͕͔̻͖ͅO̻̻̪͘W̴̲̪ ̵͈͔͈̬̬T̡͓̪͔͜H̴͖͎̤̞͡A͕̺̗̜̭͢͞Ṯ̰̠͍̮̪̰́́͟ ̷͇̲͝͡Y͇̰͈̕OU͖͈̬̹̘̻͟ͅ'R̴̸̙͈͔̹͇̙̖E̻͚͕̤̝̕͝ ̶̢̳̫̳̱̲̗̳̥͝A͉ ̷̛̝̭̠͙͉͉̬RÈ̷̳͍͔̝̮͚͚M͉͈͇̞̳̹̱͠͞͡Ớ͔͚͈͚͔̖̰͝ͅR͙͕͔͝ͅS̸͞͏̩͙̟̜͍E͉͚͎̞͙̮LȨ҉̪͉̗̦̪S͏̫S̵͉͇͍̙̪͡,͞҉͓̙͙̜̝͍ ̮̯̯̥̠͠I̺͓̼̪̙RRE̮̙̺͟D̢̧̗͙̥̣͙̺ͅE̞͈͘E͍̙̼̬͘M̻̙̩ͅĄ̶̰͡Ḿ̶̡̼͕͚̭̺̱̝B̶̮̝̥̜̥Ļ̩̣̀͘E̸̢҉͚̘̫̱̝̪ͅ ̬̕Ṕ̝̝̲̝͎Í̸͈̰̬͚̼̝̘̯E͍̭͢C̴̡̪̼̰̤̲Ḙ̡̲͞ ̵͉O̺̺̮̼̭͕̙ͅF̨̝̳̩͔̪̯͝ ̺̣̼̙̯̲͝S̺̣̩̖̹̯̜H̠̣͜Į̛̱̘̮̯̰̘̱͘T̞̠̲͜.̸̜̜̲͓̤͔ ͈̳̮̙͓̥̞́ Ţ̟͍̱Ḩ҉̡̻͉̼͍̝A̤̬̕T̷̫̬̝'͟҉͎ͅŞ̙̰̩̙̟͔͓̦͘ ̱̻͎N̢̰̹͢Ǫ̣̰̰̳̬̖͟͟T͏̯͔̻̺́͜ ̴̧̞̗͈̳͍̣T̩H͏̵͚̪̻̖̰͙̱͖ͅE̼͚̬̻͈͎̳̭ ̸͇̯͖̞̜̠͔͉̜͠R̞̳͍Ę̲͈̖̩A̢̫̬͔S̩̞͟͞O̵̼̥̟N̠͕̗̗̰̜̖̘͟ ̭̜̯̲͕̞ͅẂ҉̪͚̬͇̣͇H͕̜̩Y̭̼͖̳͉͠ ̴̬̹̫̝͞I̤̼̼̕'̧̹͔̺̘̥͍̳̘͝M̧̢̲̪͚͍̣̪ ̧̯̝͈̝͝D̴̺̹̝̜͡I̧̨̜͠S͏͖̟A͙͈̰̠̺̞͕͙ͅP͏̜̯͍̖̭̜̪P̝̮͖̣̕͡O̲̻͕̬̜͔͍͕͢͞ͅI̴̪̮̖͖̖̹̱͜͟N̛͈̹͙̪͖̱ͅT̨̞̱͖͉̖͞ͅÈ҉̟D̵̡͎̻͈̖ͅ.̤̳̳͙̜͎̪̣͟ ̵͇̫̯̩̼̝̹T̡̗̪͙͞ͅḨ̠͈̗͢A̸̙̻͎̟̙̘ͅT̝̱̤̜͉͙̭'̨̘̜S̬̱͕̜͡ͅ ̥̙̗̻Ṭ̡̙̜̰̦̰̗̺̰̀H҉̪̘͈̗͖̭E͉ ͈̳͞R͎̹͕̟͕̟͔E̷̶̡̼̭̹̟͎̜͈͇̬A̜͘ͅS̡̥O҉̠̣̩̱N͏͏̢͔͚̪ ̷̬̩̠ͅW̮̹͘͠HY̰̲̩͉͔̜̱ I̴̹̩̹͈̫̦͙'̵̹̩̗̤M̬͈̻̫̰̹ ͚͓̹͔̗̖̻EŅ̡̩̖̝̫R͔̺̥͎̭̭̮̕A͏̬̮G҉̷͈̗͔͖ED̷̡̮̼̗̜͇̙̠!̙͉̺̱̪͎̲̖͎̀͘"̥̞́͟ Mike furiously roared the last word, and the flames surrounding his head and body erupted around him in a rage before he managed to calm himself down. "͉̱͔̹̺̀T̨̞̮̻͟H̛̱̮̀E͏̣̘͚̙̠̟̗̥ ҉̳̞R̖͈̩̗͟EA̛̬͈̼̞̼̫͘͜S̶̮͔͈̙̪̥͈͚͖͠Ó̢̬͓͙̳͟N̷̨̻ ̣̝͖͙̳W̛͎̣̼̺̣͜͡HỲ̶̡̖̫̼̭̯ͅ ҉̵̯̱̜̱I̸̬̪̦͍͢͞'͇̤̙̺͙̙͖͓ͅM͍͜ ̢͇̝͖̪̳͍͈̤͕͞D̗͕͓̱̗͠I̸̞͉S̙͔̥͇̹͔͙͈A͏̬̖͙̲̲P̨̭̳̭͍͡Ṕ̖̪̰OI̶͎̺͈̯̬̫N̢͍̗̫͞T̴͙̠̼̜̺̻̺E̞͎̻͉̫̤̤̖D̵̷͎ ̝͕͚̦̞̰I̩͘͝S̤ ̴̙̰͡B̫̱̣͉͎̻̫̣̕͟E҉̶̱͍̱̜͇C̤͇͚͈͇̜͍̰̫͘͘A͏̹̲̬̝̱̠͠U҉̦̲̀͞S̹E҉͎̩̖͚͕̙͙͘ ̼̪̰Y̷̠̠̯͓̜̲͢O҉͍̤͇̭͉̕͢U̡̧̬͕̙͈̳͜ ̖̩͍̣͢͞W͕̣Ȩ̷̪̳͕̣̪R̡̨̙E̷̻͢ S̸̛͉̟̮͘O҉̟͇̮͙̻̘́͞ ́҉̲͎̜͔̻̮͎̣͉Ṕ̸̣̫̼̰͟A̴̲̩̫̗͈̰͖̰T͇̀H̸͇̖̭̳̞͕̟ET̜̫̟̖I͖̜̗͇͙͙̹̱͝C̸̙̮̻̠̘̝͕̕A̴̤̯̲L̴͕̤̤̥͡L̨̠̘̀Y̛̥̘̩͔͕͈ ̸̮ EA̛̠͟S̬̠̤̖̭̝̀Y̴̰ ̴̺̻̝̱Ṱ̰̪́O̠̱̣͕̖͢ ̵̳͎̼̪̱̟̕ͅ D̷̟̪̥̤̩̱̱̺̥͡͞E̡͈͉̫̖̕F͏̺̮̹̺̕Ẹ͓̟͔̻̖͞A̵̞̤͜͠Ţ̩̖̲̮̭̼̺̀͝ͅ ̰̳̝͉Ȩ͕̞͉̖͍̥̥V̳̭Ẹ̬̝̮͖͡N̥̳̥͙͇͕̩̖͟ ̶̳͍̤̥͡Ẉ̠͔͇̺̪̻IT̘͜H̢͙̼̺͎̙͇͢ͅO͇͉̞̰͚͓̺U̶͖̻̳̗̜̩̠̕ͅȚ̟̤̫͕̀ ̺͈̪̯͈͎͙̫͖Ọ̸͓͈͞͡ͅUŔ̥̻̦̹̕ͅͅ ̴҉̡̘̱̪̣D҉̶͈̰͚̹Í̴̵̳̬͕̱̱̳̬F͓̼͇̪̫͟ͅF͈̬̬̜̞ͅE̟̝R̴̲̬̥͈͢EŅ̹̙̝̻̩̠CE̴̡̦̙͔̤͜ ̼̮͘͞ I̯̼̲̲͟N̛̘͓͍͍̦̙̯̼̪ ̶̛̜͔P̫͉͕̕͡ͅO̘͇͕̯̗͟Ẁ̳̣̙͇Ẹ̶̛̮̯͓̘̺̠̻R̙͔̞͕̘̘͍.̰̫͈̤̀͜ͅ ̰̼͈̙̮̜͎̰ͅ N̷͈̲͓̲O͏̴͚̫ ̡̳̭̻͙̬͖̺̩ͅT͓̼̳͓͚̥̠ͅÉ̺̣̮C̭͈͉̜̱͘͘H̹͚̲̻̮̘̥̘̺N̤͉͉̥I̸̳͎̕͞Q̨͚͇͜U͙̲͓̯E̢̨̪͙̹͚̖,̵̼̞͈́ ͏̭̠̖̫̱͡͡NO̩̙̘̙̮͇͙ S̬̤̠͢E̢ͅN̻͈̠͉̤̥̕͝S͉͈̯E̳̬͓̤̘͍ ҉̰̱̯̫̝͉ͅǪ̷͇F̸͓̮ ̷̱̲̼̹̖̗͍͙̘̀͟S̮̙̮̬͚͈͔͖̮͜Ţ̶̛͓̘̯̹̬̟R̼͖̫A̢̢͔̣̲T͇̝̰̦̦̪͞E̸̡̞̖̣G͖̙̫͕̀Ý̭̰̟͈̯͔͍̪ O̷͖̯̪̤̰͡͡R̺̞ ̴̡̫̺̗̰̳͔͍̺̭T̛͓̣̤͓̬̙͎̕A̴̵̘C̭̥̯̞T̮Í̸̙̻C̦͍͙̝̫̤͡,̛̛͘ͅ ̨͉̲͓̠̫̟̱ N̗͚̼̳̗͔O̩͡T͚H̨̞͈̺̫͍̙͞Í̼͔̪͡NG̶̡̖̹̦̬͔͍̳ ̸͔̪͈̣̻͇͕̖͈͠͝EXC͕̪̤̱͝PṔ̵̩̝͞Ț͙̙͈̣͘ ̜̼̲͜͡ͅͅF͏̖̱̫̜O̞̱͖͇R̷͈͍͚̕͞ ̝̦͕̩͎̺̫A̪͔̙̯͖͠N͏̩͚̪ ̵̻̼̰̲͉͞͞Ư̲̹̟̤̠͖̕͟R̵̘GE̥̣̟̙ͅͅ ̞̜͎̬̜͞T̟͉͉̙̻̩͢͠ͅO̗͈̟ ̵̹̥̜̙̝̟͈͠ͅK҉̛̪̜̲̺̱̝͚̤I͎͖̥̩̟L̡͉̣̗̼̀ͅͅḼ̙͕̣͓ ҉͏̟̮͉T͈̙͎͈Ḩ̥̣̗͘͡A̶̹͎͎T͈͖̜͞ ̷͕͉̱͎̣͓̳͈́̕ͅY̧̻̣͇̕͢O̩͇͙̜̫̯̯U̠̳̮̩͖̤͙͝ ͡҉̩͇̯̙̤̼̩͖M͓͔͡IN̡̛҉̰̳͓̻̤̹D̗̳́̀͢L͔͕͘E͙̗̬͓̳̝̥͕S̬̗̻̟̝̫̘̹S҉͕̼̮̦L̨͚̜̳̫͞Ý͍̪͍̹̤̪̫̯͜ ̬̯͓ I̲̮͇͔͇͓͙̳N̸̙̫̳̘͍͈ͅD̢̞͎͙̮̩̝Ú͇̮̻͟L͚̩̩͕̰̗͇͟G̺̟E̛̠̖̤̖̲̩͝ͅD̶̻̟͎͖͚͎͎ͅ ̱͇̝̩̗͈̞͢I̴̧̯̕ͅN̶̷̺̰̣̬͚ ̦͈͠͞ Ó͔̻̱̬̭͕V̢̱̺̻͚̖̮̳̻̕͝ER̞̟̼̻̖͈͢͡ ̹͔͟͡A̷̸̴͇͙͈̣̞̲̺̣N̢̙͠D̢͈̯̩̜̯̬̥̳͘͞ ̟͍̫͈͟͡͞Ǫ̣͘VE̵̲̻͚̜̗̼̝ͅR͏̶̧̦̣̠͚̦͖ ̯͈̹̳͇͕̱ͅA̧̧̫͈͇͍̫̗͉͟G̡͇̻̲͖͔̪͞ͅAI̷̡͏̜͕N̵͙̠̫͍̳̘̤̺͢.̣̝͈͔͕͜ ̠͈͍B̷̝̪̥͘͞U͏͖̙͓̺͖̘̻͚T̳̘̯̻̞̦̘̕ ̰̭̞͙͟T͙̬͓̺͕͞H҉͉̜͕A̫T͏̢͍͈ S̸̝͚͈̲̜͔͠H͉̮̻̟̗͘Ò͓̭͈͉̭͚ͅͅU҉̜̻̜̘̞L̸̪̲̜̠̯͖D̘̳͈͉̥̠̱̩̱N͏̣̟̟̘͔̘̮ͅ'̰̬̖̝̼̗T̶̴̞͙̖ ͖̼͚̝ R̴̬͘Ḛ̬̘̜ͅÁ̩͖̗̮͖̟̘Ĺ҉̠̗̲̬ͅL̡̖͈̳̙̞͈̣̞̞Y̗̼͡ ͏̼͙̥̱̥͓B͎̫͘͢Ȩ̸̗̣͈̠͍̝͡ ̘̥̻̘͈̩ͅÁ͓͍̘̞̕ ̢̙̩͈ͅS̷̹̫̱̼͉̀͢Ù̲͎̰R͎̹͇͡P̶͚̹̦̞͎̝̝͠R̺͈͙͓͠ͅͅI̷҉̧̺͖͕S̞̹̘̯͈̻ͅE̵̲̦̰̳͎̺̝̗ ̲̤̭̥̯́N̬͇̹͈̻̻̻Ò̢̧̮̭̪̭̫̥̪W̡͔̝̮͚͝,̧͇͈̟͉̣͙͚̕ ͏̜̪̖̣̰̟͠I̡̠̜̪S̠͇͓̙̟̯͙̘̮͜ ̧̻͖̥̟̞͡I̧̝̟̪̬̮T̨̲̻̱̞̫̀͟?̳͎̝̀ ̻̩͇̙̲̰͟ͅ Ą̼̯̮̝́F̖̭̼̪̖̥͎̦̕T̡͙̤̯̩̩͚Ḙ̴̫̗͙̖͍̬͖͇͝R̦̳̪̥̮̖͙̬̪ ̠̲̮̖̤̘͟A̢̱̳̺͙̠̠̜͍͕͞L̗̘̗͈̮̜͉̰L̵̞͇̞̻͘,̢̨̰͓̲̦̹͓̬̕ ̧̢̖̞̩̥ͅͅY̡̬̭O̵̺̱̖̣̜͓̯͘ͅU҉̜̱͙̞̭̳ ̷̰̲̥̲͎̹̩̕Ẁ̷̬E҉̵̬͙͙̺̬͍R͞͏̯̹̮̀ͅE̺̬̬̝̺̦͞ ̳̲̰̼̙A̶̯̮͙̲͕͍̬̞ K̡̛̼̱̞̼͕̞͝I̵̞̹̹͈͜ͅͅL̴͔̩͠L̴̘̯̩̬̥̩͉̯̭̕E̺̫̺̜̫͢͠͠R̪̝͘,͏̗͈̪̖̦̣̳̯͙͢ ̢͔̘̳͈̬B̭͜U͓͚̥̜̰̝ͅT̥͉̤͈͔̮̬͞ ҉̸̮̙NEV͏͇͝É̺͙̼͈̖̱̕R̤̠̪̩͍̖͡ ̧̦̫̮̲́̕A̢̪̣̮̝ ͖̩͕̯̀F̛̘͕̘̜͕̹̰I͚̬̕Ǵ̩̞̫͞Ḩ̨͔̥͈͉͙̪̥̠̠͘T̠͖͙̪͜E̼͔̕͢R̨̬͜.̙̗̤̮͟͞ A̢̠̝̻̣̪͚͢N͓̘̕D̖̩̀ ͓̲̰̺̣̜̺̝ͅÀ̵̳̱̘͢S̷͕̱͈̭͖̀͡ ̸̨̗̩̙̖̬̟̗̯F̛̖͍͠͡O̼̳̗̤̟̯͘R͎̯̳̖͍ ̷̹͕T̴͙̳̲͇͖̤͔͘H͚̳̳͜E̞͔̬̯̗ ̵̢̘̹̘̼O̻̜̜͚̥̩̪͍ͅT̜̞͎̙͙͕͘͠H̬͇̰̘͉E͎̰̘̱͢R̞̼̹̖̩͕ ҉͙͚̞͎͡R̨͖E̛̯̣͕̱̱͉̺ͅĄ̩̥͟S̳̥̦̗̬̩͕͞O͚̟N̫̼.̵͓͎̦̲̺̞̖͈.̩͓̪̞̫̣̕͞.͔̥̭̱̝̣̣̣͜͟ͅ"͓̰̳̥͓̻͢

(OH, I KNOW THAT, WILLIAM AFTON. I KNOW THAT YOU'RE A REMORSELESS, IRREDEEMABLE PIECE OF SHIT. THAT'S NOT THE REASON WHY I'M DISAPPOINTED. THAT IS THE REASON WHY I'M ENRAGED! THE REASON WHY I'M SO DISAPPOINTED IS BECAUSE YOU WERE SO PATEHTICALLY EASY TO DEFEAT EVEN WITHOUT OR DIFFERENCE IN POWER. NO TECHNIQUE, NO SENSE OF STRATEGY OR TACTIC, NOTHING EXCEPT FOR AN URGE TO KILL THAT YOU MINDLESSLY INDULGED IN OVER AND OVER AGAIN. BUT THAT SHOULDN'T REALLY BE A SURPRISE NOW, IS IT? AFTER ALL, YOU WERE A KILLER BUT NEVER A FIGHTER. AND AS FOR THE OTHER REASON…)

The glow in Mike's gaze suddenly intensified, as did the loathing in his voice. "̷̸̬̟̘̥̜̮ͅI̪̹̳ ͓̰SA̡̳̺̰̲W̷̬̬͟ ͔̬̝̰͖͢ͅḤ͓̙̯̫͚̲͚̣O̱̖̠̰̖̯͍W̸̡͕͘ ͓̪̗̘̯͜͜Y̨̭͎̭̼̩̜̝O̹̜͙͔͘͡ͅͅU̶̵̺̻͈ ͉͔̹͇͖͡L҉͍̱̯̯̪͇̯͢E͏̬̲̬͓̬͢D̢́͏̫̞̜̼ͅ ͈̻͍̮̻̤̬͔̀͘ͅM͙͙̪͔͖͔Y̸̻̞̳̹̼̹͟ͅ ̢̗Ḳ̤͞͞I̬̭̘͈D̜̲͖͎̟̠̬S̝̩̞͖͙̱͍̱̤͞ ͔̞̭̘̮̣̺͘T̶̛͓̯̱ͅO̥͙͇̭͎̘͢ ̶̗̠̹̪̰̦̻Ṱ̱̳͡Ḩ̛̭̩͍̺̟͎E̷̯͢Į̲́R̮͚͉͙̼͔ ̥̦͎̞D̞̳̞̀̕E͔͓͍̝͈̬̬͖̕A̩̻͔̩̫T͖͎H̴͓͇̘̞̖͎͙̖.͞͏͇̟͖͍̤̘̞̮ ͍̺̭͖̹͝I̝̣̖̮͜͠ ̨̫̠̯̹̣͇͇͖̀͡S̸̠AW̭̣̩̗̫̭̣̰̯ ͙̩̖͠͡H̨͎̻̀̀O̶̮͖͔W͇̺̜̹̻̩̤͎ ̵̷̦͓͢Ţ̣̣͍̰͚̯͝H̷̶̢̬̱͙͍̪̼̗̯E͉̭̝̘̻̠͖͇ ̲̺L͓͕̭͕̺̞I̧̭͎̪̟̲͈̟̘G̛͈̙H̝T̵̮̮̜̣̳̙͈̫̕ ҉̪͓̠͈̦̻A͔͎̖N̶̨̬͙̲̹̜̘̕D̴͎͈̯̗̻̯̬̳̩́͜ ̷̰͈͙̠͎͟I͙̠͔͘͜͠Ṋ̙͡ͅṆ̷͞O̴̗̙͔͈͎͘ͅÇ̸҉̲̮͔̮E͇̻̝N̺̜̖͈̜Ç̘̘̠͖E͍̮͎̯͖̬̺ ̧͉̬̱̣̗̜͖F҉̮̲̤̠̱̱̙Ą̴̹D͖̕ͅE̸̵͙͙͇̗͠ͅD͚͚̲͚̦̝ͅ ͏̶̝͈̹̗̤̣̬̙F̸̘̮͈̣̳̘̯́ͅŔ̯̹̰͍̩̮͕͍͟͡O҉̖͕̯͙̬̝͖̝͢M҉̨̫̜̮͎̝̙̭̻̺͞ ̛̻͉͎̗̰͎̯͇̮̀T̛̺͔͉̼́HE̡̻̕͝I͜҉͇̱̳̣̻͙R̸̡̧̙ ̟̭̳̗̬͕E̥̤͉̟̠̕͡͠Y̯͓̠E̮̠̖͈̣S̡̜̺̝͔ ҉҉̵͕̹T̶̝̣͈͘H͍͕͈̼̬̮̠̯E̴͕̮͚̖̠͔̹̫͟ ҉̢̞͖M͈̼͢OM̪͉̠̼̻͉̮̟E̪̼̰Ń̵̼̜͎T̬̘͇͎̭͉͓̀͜ͅ ͙͉̩̟̙̥Ý̱̮͎̭͓O̷̝̥U̪̠̺̣͚͈̠̣ ͍͍̳̻̯B̻͚̭͔͈̀͠͝U͏͓̭̙̭̠̩̣ͅT̡̺̱Ć̫̜̮̳̳̙̰͠H͙͈̣͚̀͘E҉̥̼͍͓̟R̳͡E̡͚̣͔͉̗͢D̵̸̗̫͙̣̝͉̥͠ ̡̛̜̳̰̣̠̥̝̺̲͡T̶͈̹͉̣H̼͇̯̜͚͎̮̙̯͠Ę̸̹̣͈͎͙̙͝M̷͈̜̀͠.͖͔̘͎̮̹̣̥͢ ̰̣̱A̮̭Ṉ̡̦̯̻D͏͔̭̰̮͖͖ ̷̨̗S̛̹̩̼O͏̫̻̻ ̯̗̪͢I̧̛͔͎͕͠ ̴̹̖͓D̝̜̝̤̥̣͕͍͝I͚̖͈̮̻͉̲͉̙͝D̵̩͈̩͇̠̻͉̞ ̷̩͢ͅT̠ͅH̷̗̭̜͈͚̫E͇͠ ̨̙̳̖ͅSA̢̪͓͢ͅM̵̹͔̯Ḛ̹̘͔̪̘̺̀ ̺͖̳͝T͙͓͈̮͜O͕̱̳͖̥̹̭ ̢̘͇͚̫͡Ỳ̡̟̘̪̤͕̩̞Ợ̥Ú̴͍̯͝.̜͇͍̻̣͉̕ ̟̰͈I͖͍̲͡͞ ̛͕͖̩̦͓̘͜͝Ḍ̺̥̪A̶̘͙̗̮͝ͅǸ̡̢͈͕̥G̨̞̤̰̗͚͠͡L̶͏͍E̸̗̭͚̦Ḑ̥͉̲̼̲͖ ̳̩̳͙̱͝V̮̼͔̠I̵͏͓̣͡CTO̟̼̮̳̬̥͕͝R̡͍̩̹͔̗͖Y̨̼͕̲̣̰ ̸̨͙̖͎̤̮͎̬I̸̺N̶̢̮̜͎̝͞ ̨̰̪̼̀̀F̝͓̳̟͝͞ͅR̟͖̕͟͡O̡̩̫̭̕NT̙͇̟̤̭͎ͅ ̜̮̫̭̙͔̞Ò̧̮̺͡F̞̺͕̮͚ ̧̱̣̲͉̖͍͡Y̴̩͓͓̝͍̥̳͈O̻͘U̶̴͎̙̳͖̼̮̫̟ͅ,̵͇͖̳̺̠͝ ̛͍͎B̧̹̘͟AI͘҉̸̱T͕͇͖̪̤͚̭̝E̷͏̰̤̼̜̝̤͎͉͠Ḍ͍̙̬̞͖̹͜ ͎̭̤̻̝̩͞Y̴̰͈̪͎̼͜͟ǪͅU̺̙̝̱͙̘̳͕͠ ̸͟͏̙̺̗I̷҉̱̹Ǹ̛̥̪͙̳̲̪̺͡T̖̰̝̰̠O̬̻͔͟ ̳̭̠̥͈͇͔F̴̛͇͔̰̻̳̬̻́E͇Ę͖̜͔̠̫̝̥̞ͅĻ̴͎͎̪̤́I̼̼̦͙͎̖͈N̡͎̝̺̟͢G҉̛̦̺̩̞͕̺̼͈̀ ̙̥͉̝̹͚̀͢TH̴̢̺ͅA̵͍̘̤̭͠͠T̴̳̦̮̯̙̺̺̙ ̴͠҉̫̜͚S̵̸͎̙̘ͅA̳̗̩̲̗̥M̷̝͕͎E҉̙̫̮ͅ ̧̡͈̮̲̪̠̫ͅN̨͔͠A̷̛̳͙̟̟͍̘̩͢ͅI̝̹̣V̵͉͚͕̖̝͕̹̳͢͞Ḛ̰͕̺͇̘̣̕ ̠̥̕H̪̞͝Ơ͖̝̳̟̱̺̹̝P̱̳͈̲͠͡Ḛ̴̻̻͖,̢͏̯͓͚̹͎̣̘̪̙ ̷̫̜̙͘͢T̛̙̻͎̟̠͇̻̥A͔͚̫͎̫̼͢I̸̛̖̲̱N̨̻͖̗͓̩͉͕͔͜͞T҉̴͈̫̻̯͈̱E̷̢̺̞̦̳̱̮̯ͅD̯͖͖͍̼̞͜ ̛͓̠͍̤̤̀T̫̜́͡H͈̠O̻̣̠̘͍Ư̝͉̘̻G̜̭͍̪̠͉͞H̨̩̕͢ ̴̧̺͖̭ ̵̺͇͖̪̪͔͎̼I̛̺̣͖̲̮͈͞T̫̪̦͙̞͖ ̡̟̘̮͍̀͡M͈̖͔̤͈̳͘Ą̙̩̖͠Y͙̩̭̪ ͎̺Ḫ͔̗͍͕̩̪̳̀͡͝A͢͏̤̖̠̭͓V͎̲̖̺͓͟Ę̜̻̟͢ ̴̜̟͎̗̣̀B̛̻̭̥̜̪͞ͅE͍̖̺E͙̬̙̻̹̗ͅN̡̡͕͙̦̜̩̞̮͇.̡̺͔̠̫͎̫̩̀͝ͅ ̫͚̲͖̹̪̝ͅͅA̲̙̱̠̘̗͉̩͢N̸̘̠̗̤͎̗D̗̩͟͟ ̴̠͉̼͖͍̦̼̼ͅJ̼̱U҉̝̼̞͙̱S̴̳̬͕̺͓̩͕͓̬͜͜T̡͏͓̳̝̞̲̰̘̙ ̢̗̜̖̤̲͖͇̭͡L̶͕͇͉͕I͇̱͕̟͠K̛͚̣͟Ȩ̸̫̣͘ ̥̠̘̱̼͓̕ ̵̨̤̖̬͇H̡̱̤̝̟͚̤͢Ơ̱̮̳ͅW̥̘̭͟ ̯͓̬̤̥͔̖́͡Y͏̨̤̺͔͚͚̙O̶̱̭̪̘̙͖͉̭U̳̺͙̭͍͙͖̩͍̕ ̸͖̬̰͓͔́S̨̹̼͔͚͎͝N̷̳̞̝͜U̴͙̲̙͇̩͈͈̟͙F͏̭̖͚F̨̲̜̯̞͈͞E̫̳͉̤͙͉̱̫͠ͅD̸̢̙͓́ ̣̹͈͖̣̘O̤̭̰̞̯̜U̼͍͞͞T̵͉͚̗̪ ̸͈̰̞̮̮̤͖̰́͠T̶̬̱̜̜͟H̵̳̜̬̥̼̳̥̣̺͝È̹̟̼̣͉͉̹͢ ͚̗̹͉̥̗Ļ̷̤̳͇̦Į̘G̢̮͇̗̦͉͡H̶̨̟̦̬̹̮͢T͘͏̝̲͕ ͏̧͓͜ FŖ͖Ó͕̘̰̮M͏͏̥ ͏̤͕̜̻̦͝T̖̫͎̜͇͖͉͈H̷̢̻̙̝̟Ḙ̷͚̟͙̜̙̀Į̲̜͈̭̙R̡̗̗̣͘̕ ͟͡ͅE̷̤͈͎̤̻̰͜Y̶̶̜͔̣É̠̤͘S̮͔̩͔̻̼̱͡,̢̫̦͘͝ ̴̖͕I͔̬͖͎͎ ̻̼̙̜͖͕͡W̰̙̰͎A̸͏̵̖̼̤͓͕N̛͔͓̲̜͇̠̙̭T̢̹̟͈͕̗͔̕E͚̗D̨͇̟́ ̫̖̻́͟Ṱ̢͔͈͍̪̝̮̟̞͞O̡͓̩̗ ̤̰̺̕T̩̫̱̩Á̤̖̘̫̮̬̬͢ͅKE̢̩̫̤͚͖̥̩ ̨̲̩͠Y̛̫͎͘͠O̸̢̘U̸͖̙̝̹R̫̟ ̞̠̱̕F̶̡̬͉A͡͏͓̻̭̱͕L̵͙̣̼̞̭̥͝S҉̜̟̱̰͕̣̝̰͡E̛͍̼̫̬͈̗̻̜͚͝ ̳̮̹͔̱̠̲͢͞H҉̲̻̹̕͝Ó̢̲̟͢P̷̵̦̰͉Ȩ͏͔̺ ̴̡̭͉̙͍A̧҉̤̩̼̲̰̝N̛̛̘ͅD̛̼͓͚̪̼͓̘̭ ̮̠̥͍̤ͅS̩͉̝̕͜T̷͉̬͝Ṛ̨̛͉̥͈̠AN͜͞҉̼̳̙͈̗̝G҉̢̥͈̟͍̹͠Ļ̡̤̭̠̲͓̻E̪͙͓͚̞̯͍̖ͅ ̴̱͚͢͞ I̱̮̥̯̟ͅT̡̛̻̹̣̻̟̱ ̡̤̯͓̖̟̭̺̕͞I̷̸̡̤͈̭̱͎̘͖̗N̸̺ ̲̬͍̯̳̱̲̮F̠̗̘̩̱̰ͅṞ̛̬́͠Ơ҉̖̺͍̫͚̞N̞̤̘̣̱͎͖̞͜T̳̝͎̻̟̥̰̘̖͞ ͕̬͍̰͕̰͘O͟҉̫̗̲̤͢F̸̡̹̻͙̥͎̩͡ ͕̪̼͝Y̸̨̢͍̹̙̥̲̦O҉̺̥Ù̡͕̞̼̺͈.̷̳̼"̴͉͖̤̖̪͚͘ͅ

(I SAW HOW YOU LED MY KIDS TO THEIR DEATH. I SAW HOW THE LIGHT AND INNOCENCE FADED FROM THEIR EYES THE MOMENT YOU BUTCHED THEM. AND SO I DID THE SAME TO YOU. I DANGLED VICTORY IN FRONT OF YOU, BAITED YOU INTO FEELING THAT SAME NAÏVE HOPE, TAINTED THOUGH IT MAY HAVE BEEN. AND JUST LIKE HOW YOU SNUFFED OUT THE LIGHT FROM THEIR EYES, I WANTED TO TAKE YOUR FALSE HOPE AND STRANGLE IT IN FRONT OF YOU.)

Mike swung his scythe downward, and the moment the blade made contact with the ground, it unleashed a tsunami of unholy flames that William would have had no chance of escaping even if he wasn't chained to the ground. The wave of fire crashed into William's body, causing him to scream in searing agony as he writhed desperately to free himself from his chains. The demonic essence that he had thought would make him unstoppable was now proving to be nothing more than a final safeguard, the only reason why the ethereal flesh of his soul hadn't long since withered away and burned to nothing.

William felt his knees give way, the chains ironically being the only thing keeping him upright. He felt an invisible force shove his chin upward to look at Mike's demonic aspect, who was no longer standing alone. The ghostly imitation of the Marionette that had accompanied Mike right before he had dropped William from the Fazbear-themed arena into the fiery abyss had returned, its eyes glowing hatefully at the murderer as it pointed a finger accusingly at him. Chains were extending from its fingers, and even though they seemingly vanished a short distance from its hands, William had little doubts that this manifestation of his first victim was the one keeping him ensnared.

"̮͙̘͖̕͟N̷҉̤̠̠̫͓I͉̰̹̩̥̥͎̙̪G̴̙͇̙̤̪̣͕͇̕͡HͅT̢͓̥M̰̰̻̻̦̣̰̠͞A̧҉͕̫̯̹̘R͢҉̨͙̲̖̙̖̳̳͖͚E̝͎̲̝͘ ̵͍̖̣͇͜T҉̺̥̺̀O̷̵͖̬̫̥̥̲Ḽ̫̝̱D̟̞̫̞̤͘ͅ ̷̛̳̭͢M͇̘̙̤͕̲͘͠ͅḚ̸͕̟̠̥ ̢̛̦S̷͍̰̪̩͎̭O̵͠҉̞̞̯̩̻̱͙M̭Ḛ̷̠͇̞͈̻̣̪T̰H͘͘͏̩̱̰̲̺̙̳I͏͚̥͢NG̵̯̼̫̺̗̤͠͡ ̧̢͉͕̯͔̜Q̳̹͈͘U̷̝̰̭̖̭̪̮̭͜I҉̨̝̤͔̞͇̩̜ͅT̗̥͇̲͕͢͡͝E̗̩̣̪͍̬̤͝ ͕̼̻̟̰̦͈͢F͕̟̳̙̬̗̘ͅAS̜̗̹̀C͕̱̜̯̙̝͎͓I͓͇̱͎N̻̲͞A̛̛҉̬͓̻̺̠̯͎T̢̙̯̘̱͍̙I͔͡͝N͓̰ͅG̬͍̙̫̼̀͜͝,̢̛̦̯̯̹"͝͏͓͉͝ Mike's guttural voice snapped William back to him. "͙͍͙̺̼̻̀͜͡H̶͙E̶͎̟͎̫̥̲͠ ̶̼̞͟T̸̙̳̮̜̪̺̲O̷̲̠̳͡Ĺ̴̠͍̕Ḍ̵͕́͝ ͔͓̟̲̤͜ͅM͓̳̫͜͢E͈̟͇̦͓͠ ̶̴͚T͏̷̴̱̲͇̫̼̞͈̠HAT̴̻̠͙ ̻̱̥̖͎͚͡T̸͈̰̰͚̖͘ͅHE̵̹̹͉̞ ͕̪̺̥͉͘͟SOƯ̠̝͇̳̥L̹̹͍̰̗͍̲ ́͏̙̘̫̺̗̳̲̣͞IS͔͉ ͇̬͘ͅB̷̻̖̥͎̳̰̟̖Y̺͇͓̖̻͙̭͖ ҉̯͍͚͓̗͝I͡҉̟͇̜̞̣͙̹͍T̷̶͏̜͉̪̣͕̬̜̜S̷͍͕͙͉̣̼͎͜ͅ ̡̟V̴̴̰̯̟̮͠E͘҉̡̣̘̣̝̞̗̜R̵̞̭̤͙̥Y̸̗͇̠̫̲̭̺͡ ̶͇͕͇ N͓̱͔͔̖͎̲͢ͅA͍̻̩Ṯ̡̮͕̳̥͘͢ͅU̲̪̲͖̦͍̭̝͢R̴͓E I̛̬̫ͅMM̷̧̪͎͠Ò̧̭̳̠͉̹R̵̪̯̫̱͙̥͝T̘̱͘A̸͞҉͇͉̺̫L̷͇͔̭̺,̡̡̰̜͕̯͍͚̀ ̷̖̀T̶̲̼͔̺͓͇̕ͅḤ̶̢͔̹̻̙A̷̢̻̫͟T̸̘ ͈͎̳̜͚̖I̹͡Ţ̶̭͖͓̺ ̠̼̣̩̠͙̠͠Ç͇̬̙̘͚O̧̪̟͔̦̫͎̕͜U͔̺̗̻͍̭LD͞͏͉̤̭ ̭͚͈͔̹NOT̺͍ ̶̨͎̻̭̭͝B̵̝̥̻͈͍̙͞E̛҉͕͎̲̟ ̛̹̥̣͚̩̪͉̖F͓̺̤̠̟͝͠U̗̲̞̣Ĺ̼̼L̛̞͇͢Y͕̮̰̬̜̝̯ͅ ̧͙D̸͇͇̺̼̖͓E͘͏͇̤͍ST̴̬̺̹̭͇͞R̷̷̜͓͓̱̻̘̥̜̣O̶̴̖̪̤͇ͅY̨̺̣̰͇͚̰͉̱ED̴͈͎̹̜̻͖͘ ͏̷͚̯̫̮͠B̧͕̠Y̷͔̹̹̠ ̟̦̹̞͕̹̝̖͟A̯̳̘̲N̪͞Y̢̛̰̠̥͈̰̻̱̲ ̗͔̘̣̜͡ͅ P̢̬̖̹̜̱̤̻͈̩̕͝Ó̰̱̻͖͎̟̀̕Ẁ̢͕̝̜̬̥̞̭͙E͓͕͍̕R̛̤̝͙̞̪ ̨͕̙̯̺͟ͅI̴̪͈̱͠N̡̳̣̞͈͉̪̳̦ ̩̝̪̩̀͞H͏͕͞E̹A̴̛̦̝̪͍̲͚̪̱V̵͕̹̱͖̀EN̳̯ ̶̭͢OR͚̟̫̩̟̺̤̪͟ ̢͉͓̙̬̰͎͇̖͔͘H̵͇̝̳͘̕E̵̤͎̻̺L̨̮͍̭͍̰͢L̵̡̦̬͉ ̴͓̝͔̝̠̠̠S̡̯͈̠͘͡À̷̛̮̻̞̪V҉͚̦͘E҉͔͇̬̙̳̩͎ ̳̰̪̤̱̼̬͡F̪͕̯̰̫̯͜͝O̜͍̜R̶̶̵̺̠͚̘ ̤͈̦̀͢͠Ǵ̳̖̲̯̲̤̹̗͢O̸͖D̢͓͖̳͠ ̡̰̞̼̮͔̫̻HI͉̥̥͝͞͝M̷͏͙̭̫͇̥͠S̰̜̦͕̘̜̝͈È͍̜͖̬͙̣̺̩L͍F͈̻̹͟͝.̶̧̖̮͓͕̖̜̘͟ ̳̟̩̺͝Á̗̟ͅT͖̳͓̥̝̮̮͞͠ ̜̙F̸͍̼͍͕I̘͔͡͡Ṛ̵̺̰̺̱̫Ş̼̻̟̕͡T̶̥͟,̨̯̤͕̭̱̠ ̼͎͈̪͠I̸͍̤͞ ͏͔͈͇̭T̰̰͖̮̼͈͕̕H̸̶̜̫͙͔O̡͕̟͇̖̫͟U̷̡̺̠GH̦̯͚͈͡T̶̡̢̗̪̺ ̵̶̝̻͈̜͖͉̹͞Ṭ̴̰͙H͏̤͇͔̖̀͟A̧̬͎̣̙̳̳T͏̜̱̫̩͙̥̲ ̗̯̖͍͕̟̳̦N̙̝͕̥͝I̢̛҉̖̩G͇̫͡H̟̥͈͜͠T̸͖̰̠̀͜M̷͓͖̘͠A̵̪̩R̴̖̣͝È̸̹̣͍̮̺̞ ̯̞̹̹̞͇͎͎W̸̷̸̳̤A҉͚͔̮̗̘̩S̗͙̳̘ ̸̬͖T̖̖͕̞͟RY͈̤̱̘̱I҉̩̮̫̜̰̹N̷͙͔̖̩̱G̷̛̭ ̟͎̘̗T̩̭̯̹͖̤̕O̢̰͕͈͎͈̦̟̗͞ ͕̞̗̬̗̘̠W̯͍͙͘͢Á̧͖͓͉Ŗ̛̠͍͎͕̲̤͕͉͜N̡͓̖̹ ̀͏̻M̩̯̠E̴̘͙̞ ̼̺͈̱͕T̡̧̖̫̖͉́H̡̟̩Á̧̙͈̺̱T͏͇̬̪ ̜͕̻͠I͚̟̥̳̝̪ ̦̞͢͞W̻̰͢͢O̯͉̤̜̺̖̣͔͢͝U͜҉̥͇̩̘̳̕L̷̢͎͉̳̠̲̠͚̳͟Ḑ͏̫̻̮̹͔N̼͎̼͔̪̼̯̭̤͠'̢̫̗̝͈Ṭ͍͎ͅ ͏̡͓͇̥B̡̻̳̳̥͇̠E̴̢̳͓̱͔̲̕ ̵̗̳̠͖͚͓͇̤̕A̮̝̘͍̩̙B͏͍͓̜͉͚͙ͅĹ̛̬͔͚͖̱̬̮̜E͍͓͓͈̼̥ ̵̢̫̱̘̻̟ T̴̞̮̱̻̬͙Oͅ F͙͕̥͇͍͚̝͜Ú̼̟͉͚͉L̵͏̘̠̻̹̯L̵̷̜̗̣̲͖̹̜̺Y̳͚̯͓̖̺͍̠ ̶̢̳͙̮̰̗̞ͅEE̘̬̜͈̘̘͇͍̥͢Ș͓̳̩̰͇̙̜̀͘̕T̴͕͎̹͖̰̖̠͘R̢̡̝̬̩̰O̡̮̬̭͚̺̞̩Y̸̩͙̮͙̲͘̕ ̴̳̣̫̘͓̲̲͚͙́Y͚͎͍͎̪̜͙̭Ọ̲̮̗͙̱͎͕͡U̟͎̖̺͕͎̠ ̜͍̦̟͜N̸̜O̵̧̱͚̹̟͙̯̹͎ ̶̤̭̞̲͍́͡M̵̧̲͉̼̟̰̠͇͚Ạ̸̞̹͢T̸̹͖̘̰͍T̵̹E̸̪͕͠Ṟ̼̻̟̹̠̬̙ͅ ̜͕̜̮͈̮̰̀H̸̩̭̹͉OW̩̱̮̬ ̤̬ͅH̷̛̗̝́A̺͙̻͔͚̟̞̫ͅṞ̡͔͕̤̟͕̺͞D̨̲̻̥̕ ̫͚͎͢͡ͅI̦͖͔̹͞ ̳̣̼͍͙̲̟ͅT̛͈̦͎͕RI̶̺̯͝ͅͅE͚͙̰̤͖̦̙̯͟͝D̫͉̲̹̖̞͈̺̞.̶͏̛͉̗"҉̬̖̳̞̥̣ the demonic aspect's fangs spread upwards in a churlish grin. "̧̧̨̯̭͓̫̥̟B̗͇̠̬̣̱͎͟͞U̷̧̧̙̼̱̻̞̺̰͔T̲̮͢͜ ̨͙͕͜N̬̲̟O̷̡̨̼̱͍̹W̸̰͈͓͕̫ ͜҉̯̬͙̞I̻̻̩̖̼̦̙̪ ̶͔͓̗̦͔̲͡S̴͔͜É͏̙͇̝E͏̤̞̮ ̨̯̞͚͕̪̯̺̭̲T̨͍̮̬͈̳̣̀̕H̟̝͡Ą̥͔̗̠̙̰̻̠͜ͅT̵̬̼̤͎̬̻̀ ̭̫͎͚̀HE̦̖̼̖͙͚ ̴̮̣̫̭̖M͕̣̞̙̗̣̫͝E̷̠̥̻̮̞̰ͅͅA̦̘͖̩N̵̴͙̪͟T̪͈̀͘ ̧̥̫̞̪̦͈̬̙́ͅ SO̴̶̵͉̹̩̳̭M̠͚͚̹̳͍̯͘͡ͅE̱̹͍̰̰͎̱͔T̴̟̻̼͡Ḩ͞͏͔̳͖̺̟̥I̮̱̠̖̦̙͝Ǹ̜̩̮͍̩͕͚̳͟G̗͓̜̘ ̭͈̥̲̩̭͡͡D҉̘̬̝̱͘I̸͈̬F̸̴̬͔͓͙̹̳̤͕̺́F̺͚̣͝E̛̻̠̙̱͖͈͙̕R̶̨̭̫̱̮̝͕̠͞E̸̜̖̱̠͉͔͔̤̕͟N̯̩̭T͍͖̠͓͚̦͈͈ ̵̝̳̗̀̀È̟̭Ṇ̶̷̝͕̺̤͙̞T͚̭̙̫̣̹͕I̼̘R̳̯̬̣̭̺̮̖̩E̘̥͔͔͖ͅL̴̡͔̰͎̖ͅY̦̱̤̟̘̯̳.͏̝̗̤̣̺̻͔̗͉ ̲̰̥̞H̰̮͇̖͔͎̺̘͠E̙̩̯͞ ̫͙̳̮̝̻̥͘͞W̛̟̮̺̤A̕͏̜̖͕̞͍̞S̝̮̬̻͇ͅŅ̛͕̝̮͖̣'͢҉̣͙̣̗̮͍͝T̡̮̠̥͉̞̺́ ̛̞͎͡͡G̘̮̼̣̻͢͞͞ͅI̴̧̜̣̞͔̭̳̭̱͎V̙̣I͎̤N͠҉̗̘̯̩Ģ̴̦ ̯̞͖̖̥M͍̫̙̖̩̩͈͡͝͞E̴҉̱͎̙ ̰̯̠͖̙̗̘̦͟͝A͇ ̡͕̠̝̦̗͝W̠̥̙̳̰̲͞A͙̯͔̱̮̙̕RͅN̖̙͔̥̱̥̪I҉̱̮͘N̵̩͍G̛̤̮̤͇͙̫̣̣̦͞͞.҉̤̮̙͙̙̪̦͍ ̴̬̦̖̖̲H̴̳̟̞̼̟͘È̱̟͔̬̦̹̰͖͘͞ͅ ̺̹̹̙̗̙̫͔̀W̭̬̣͉̗͎̝͟Á͈̫̺̠̝̗S̝͖͍ ̤̙̫̮͇͍S̖̫͍̩̞͟͡H̵͚̠̮̳̥̯O̘̥̠͡W̘̹͉͇̫̘͕͡I̸͎̙̠̳Ņ͚G̡͈͓ ͏̦͚̥M̭̫͙̟̝̤̹̗E͔̳̝͟.̬̖͉͙̺̞͞.̦͘.̶̻͘Á̙́ͅN͈̝͇͓̜̭ ̠͙̣̩̦̥̳̝͉OP̴̧̻̞̹͉͓͈͕̬̠͝Ṕ̴͉̕O̮̯͙̹̼̞̜R̛̮̙̗̯̜̗͈͔̹̕͡T̫̳̳̮̥͕͜Ú̩̠̩̣N̵̡̹̠I̷͈͈T̵͓̦̪̟́Y̷̡͕̲̺̥͕.͉̠̤͖̩̬̥"͖͍͉̠͚̘̝̰

(NIGHTMARE TOLD ME SOMETHING QUITE FASCINATING. HE TOLD ME THAT THE SOUL IS BY ITS VERY NATURE IMMORTAL, THAT IT COULD NOT BE FULLY DESTROYED BY ANY POWER IN HEAVEN OR HELL SAVE FOR GOD HIMSELF. AT FIRST, I THOUGHT THAT NIGHTMARE WAS TRYING TO WARN ME THAT I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO FULLY DESTROY YOU, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED. BUT NOW I SEE THAT HE MEANT SOMETHING DIFFERENT ENTIRELY. HE WASN'T GIVING ME A WARNING. HE WAS SHOWING ME…AN OPPORTUNITY.)

Mike held out one of his metal gauntlets and clenched it into a fist. Nightmare Springtrap's entirely body glowed scarlet, and suddenly he felt himself being lifted into the air, until he was staring right into the burning pits that Mike's eyes had become. "̨͖̱͇͇͔͘Y̶̡̳͔̪̙̪͜O͓̟͕̼̠͘͡Ṷ͚̣͙̬̭͔'̶̻̟͉͝L̷͏̤̪̞͈̥̙̦L̢̟̦͎̕ͅ ͍͎À͕̹̩̯͈̺͇͟͠ͅL͙͚̖͕̪W҉̢̩A̧̰͓̘̙̭̘͜͝ͅY̵̹̬̬͜͢S̸̸͉̙̤͉̦̲͇̬͢ ͓̳̭̖̭͖͔C͞҉̶̘̤̭O̸̮̲̯͖͘M͕̣̳̤̘͜E̸͔̫͖ ̸̲̻̘̟̟̰̭̦͜BĄ͔̯̱̼̟̱C̡̤̩͕͖͇̘͚͜͟K̹̱̞̱͉̥ͅ,̛͏̱͝ ̼̱̖̜̥̹̙͍͟WI̢̙̱͎̼̬̟͓͍̕LĹ̪̗̲̞̼̞̭͢͟I̠̱͕A̴̢̬̹͜ͅM̭̫͍͎͍ ̴҉̰̟̤̺̲̮A͚̱̭̞̰̘͠͞F̬͙̻́T̴̜̗̱̀O̩̺͎͡N͓̰̦͈̲̗̯̯͡?̸͖̻͜ͅ"̶̸̢̱̻̩̬ the father hissed, his voice repeating the mantra with mockery and scorn. "̫͎͚̩̱͟͠ͅŅ̳̞̜̰͈͜O̲̥͙̳̫̞̹̼ ̛̞̘͔̪ͅͅM̨̗̭̬̀͘A̱̼͘͜Ţ̸̝̞̙̲͡Ţ̛̬̫͈͇̫́E̟̮͍͡ͅR̛̻̠̰͜͠ ̴͍͙̯͔̯͙̤͔H̶̶̥̲̝OW̛̱̘̣͎̱͔̕͞ ̧̘̦̻̼͎͖MA̰͘N̨̢̛͔̼̭̥͕̙͍̤Y̶̗͜͞ ͟͏̰̩̲̰͉T̠̮̠̟̱̤I̸̶̤̺͎̹͖̬M҉̱̦͍̺̟͎̱͉̹E̳̩̲̖̫̘͚S̨͓̥̜̩͢͜ ̭̠̜̱͘͜Ì͉̠͓̱̯͜ ̗̗̤́B̧҉̧̦̫̻͔̥͓͇̗̮E͎͇͔A҉̶̡̞̼̺̜T̩͇͚̖́ͅ ̧͓̪͉̠̞̯̳̕Y͕̪̝̘O̧̗̩͙͚͔̯̲͖͝͠U̵̶͏͎̳̟̤̜ ̨͓̜̘̗D̲͕͖̰̦̟͈̟̕͜O҉̲͓͞W̪̰͢Ṉ͡?̵̢͚̻̫̞͔̙͈̪͉͝ ̜̳̹͍͎̣̳̫̀͜͢G̶̛̯̝̹̪̮O̧̜̰̺̹̞̮͟͝ͅƠ̸̳̣̥̹̤͖̗D̵̶̝̝̥.̶̸̭̭͉ ̢̟̫͔̯͕͇͝I̸͚͍̟͍͉̯̟̺ ̵͙̝̪̹̟̯͓H̷̼̼͓O͝҉͖̝̫͈͔̜̜̮P̫̟͍̗̟̬͔͟͝Ḛ͔̰̗̺̬̻ ̳̮̱̩ͅT̡̛͖̩H̞̘̟͉͢ͅA͍̜̞̟͠T̨̲̩͚̳͓̞̫̦̺͈̱̘̘͘͜͟͡Y̜̦O̺̲̮͠ͅU̵͍̦̘̠̰ ͏̗̞͚D̨̧͙̱O̷̘.̸̛̬̱͚͙̣̹̺.̶̨̯͇̭̩͟.̴͇̻̬"̣̯̯̰̟͠ The red energy surrounding William's body suddenly transformed into a burst of flames, consuming the murderer in fiery agony once more. "̶̪͉̮̯̹̖̝͝.̧͍̟̖͖̼̜͕͕͜͟.̴͕͖̙̪̀.̧͏̬̰͙̠͕̺̻̟S̵̮͙̜̜̠̘͘ͅO̴̷̯͈̝̺̹̣͝ ̶̝̻͍̥͖̻̣̕͜ȚH̨̤̹̫A̷͓̬̣̙͚T̞̣͉͜ ̴͚̣̼̕I̧̥͎͕̻͈͚͜ ̧̯́CÀ̭̮N͚̪͙̳͎̯͚͞ͅ ̸̣͙̮͢͠S̞̟̠̠̯͕̫̕L͏̗̩A̧͙͖Ṵ̷̫͕̫̜͇̗͘G̘͓̙͚̣̜̰͎H̸̳͕̜̪T̻̟͈̞̕E͎̖̠͔̜̬̺͡R̺͇̩ ̶̢̧̳͚̪̼Y̡̩̺̮͓̤̘̖O̺̥̻̜͢͝Ù̫͙̹̺͇ ̵̝̬́A̧̨͔̣̗̱̞G̩̥̕ͅA̖̻̫͘I͠͏̣̻̘N̮̫̠̪̳̻͝,̴̴̹̮̥̠͓̦̖ ̝͙̮͔̙͈͕À͍͈̞̪͙̺N҉҉̶̱̖͔̮̫̯̙̰D̨͚͇̥̱ ̷̦̺̯̖͝A̢̖͙̰͖̭̰̕͠G̢͎̫̗͟͢A͏̘̳̭͝I͔̺͜Ǹ̢̰̱̰͔̠͈͟,̰̳̝͚̭̖̀ ̷̩̦͉̟̘A̛̠͚̣N҉̧̲͙̱̭ͅD̛̜͉͙̬͔͕̻̜̕ ̟̞̀͟A̡҉̥͍̮̩̮̗̼G̭̤̼̫̯͔͢͜ͅA͎̮̭͇ͅI̴̦̩N҉̤̦̼͇̤̲̠̥͠!͏̩̮̠̼̭"̫͔́͘

(YOU'LL ALWAYS COME BACK, WILLIAM AFTON? NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I BEAT YOU DOWN? GOOD. I HOPE THAT YOU DO…SO THAT I CAN SLAUGHTER YOU AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN!)

He threw William to the ground, and the murderer collided onto the ground with a thickening CRUNCH. Mike had hurled him with such force that he could feel his spiritual "bones" shatter on impact, even as they healed and knit back together ever so slowly. For the first time, William let out a whimper, feeling truly helpless for the first time since he had fallen into the depths of Hell. His gambit for revenge had not only failed completely, but backfired in the worst way positive. Just like Henry before him, Mike was the one who held all the power over him. And he knew that Mike had the ruthlessness to use that power in ways that Henry would never even dream of.

"̷̵̡̤̪̩LET͖͉͎̮̥̪͍̕'҉͓̻̝̩̩̮̞S̢̝̖̙̺̀ ̺̹̦͟͠S̢̳͎̕͘E҉̨̘̟̳̠̲E̥̲̞̬͜͠ ͏̘̬͎̣͈̬H͚̭̭̖͖̗̬ͅǪ͓̞͚̲͎͓͕̙͞Ẃ̼̻͔̙͖ ̭̭̬̺͉̪͔́M̵̧͍͙̱̫͇̺̪͙̕A̸̴͉̦͉͉̪N̜̰̮̯̗̯̤͞Y̧̠͠ ̷̳T̢͔̹̻̫Į̶͕̠̠̯͉̤̘̟̙́M̴̷͚̬Ę̴̠̘͟S̸̳̳͈̤ ̢͝͏̤̪̯̬̠I̢̢̛̭͖̘ ̨͏̬̩̦C̫̞̲̤͇̀Ḁ̱̺̝̫͇̗̟͡͠N̵̰͕͕͉͙̖͞ ̻̻̕ ̙͔̪͡Ț̫͔̼̞͇E̶̝̣̙̙̠̜͠ͅA̵̵̙̺̼͞R͔̰̻̮̖̀͢ ̷̧̲̪̭̝̥̟̜Ý̨̤̟̭̬͈̹͙O̫͎̫̳͉̺U͉̻̦̹͘͜R̯ ͕̙̮̟̞͔̝̻͡S͇̬̯̙OỤ̷̘͖͎̳͈Ļ̹̼͓̦̤̪̟̟̹̀ ͚̥̪̙ͅT̢̟͓̬̥͈O̜͓̖ ̺͍͔́Ṕ̭̩̘̩͕͍I҉͉͖͚͎̯͎̺E̵͏̜̗̤̥͚̼C̮̰̘̘̝͢E̷̠͎̱̣̱̲͖̯͟S̨͏̙̳̗̜ ̹̼̘̺͟͡Ḇ̰͖̹̟̥͕EF̴͔̜̜̬̲̣͎̤̘Ó̰͚͠͡R̺̞̖̭͖̹̲̜͘͡Ḙ̡̤̰̱̯̼ Y͓̘̜̥͍̟̤͖͞O͏̗̫̟̪̻̖U̸̧̪̱̬͎̮̠ ̻̙̫̟̰̳̳̱̦͘F̴̳̖͍͈̻̥͈̣̺INA̬̹͙̰͕L̯̖͔͕̟̺̤L̷̡̠͓̱͎͍̩͖̩̼͘Y̫̜̼͖̞ ̪͇͎͍̦B̶̟̬͈͚̪̣͕̳͠Ṛ̬̣̰͙͢ͅE̖͕͝A̢̡͙̮͎̱͔̬͠Ḵ̖͈͉͕̪͡ͅ!҉̼͚̦̀"̷̢̢̜̦͔̥̭̩̯̺͉

(LET'S SEE HOW MANY TIMES I CAN TEAR YOUR SOUL TO PIECES BEFORE YOU FINALLY BREAK!)

William found himself being forced back into the air, but this time it was because of the Puppet's chains dragging him up as opposed to the dark telekinesis utilized directly by Mike. "YOU THINK YOU'RE SUPERIOR TO ME?" William shouted one last insult in defiance, one last attempt to weaken Mike's resolve. "YOU ARE TORTURING ME JUST LIKE HOW I TORTURED THEM. YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN I AM!"

The cruel, mocking laughter that echoed from Mike's mouth quickly proved how worthless this attempt truly was. "҉҉̡͓͖̜̮A̛̰̼͖̞H̵͉̲̯ ̶̲̮̮̦͘͡Ỳ̡̢̘͙̝̠ͅĘ̳̞̜̗Ș̥͈,̝̞̪̯͓͜ ̴͔͓̪̦͎ͅT̶̠͓̤̰̖͔̩̦͈͘͢Ḫ̶̨͖͍̤͍̼̩́E̸̡̟̫̰̼͇̳̰ ̶̸̤͔̖͉͖̱͔C̵̶̰̰̹̪̩̗̟͝L͕͎̹̖̼̘̠͝A͏̞̘̟S͏͏̭̪S̫̯̱̲̹͜͟I̧͕̥̥̮̩̻̪C̮͎͞͡ ̨̛̻͓͍̜̪͎̙CḼ̶̺̣̳̀͘A̵͉͈̤͚̣̩̤̕͡I̸̛̩͖͔̟̲̣͝M̸͔͉̳̺͉͢͞ ̛͙̮͎̭̕T͘҉̯̘̼͔͉̲ͅḨ̣͉A̵̴̟͇̠̬͔̘̼Ţ̖̮ ̥͎T̟̣H̼E̴̛̤̲ ̴̷̛̩̹͎̩͖̫̪H̶̪̼͇̗͙͖̠̱E̳̱͓͖̘̜RO̩̫͖̞͎̳̺͔̭̦̙̮͢͜I̛̯̟S̘ ̞̻͓͚̖̣̹͠N̵̡̡̝̠͖͚̙̳O̟̱͖̰̝̦͕̟͘͠͞ ̴̤̹͇̘̘D̵̗͟͡Ị̸̸̬͕̀F̮͢F̶͢҉̘͎E̴̫̰͘R̛̤̻̲͓͚̪̤̮E͈̳͜N̛̫̞̣T̵̖͠͠ ̵̹͕͎̝̼͚̀F̸͉̺̙̱͔̝̼̕RO̶̕͏̲̬̬̗͈̮͎̘M̵̫̤͇͓̟̱̠̬̤ ̧҉̢̖͕̲̞͇̗̬T̷͇̕͡Ḫ͈͔͔̼̻̯̀E̷̡̪̠̙̞ ̵̧̗̟̬̗̟̙VI̢̖͈͍̰͍L̢͇̝̣͙͢L̢͏̴̟̳͕̞̫̥Ą̹̥͇I̭̰͈N̷̛̪͎̼ͅ.̫̭̯̥͔̳̞́͘"̴͏̲̩͉͖̬̼̣ͅ he drawled. "̴̧̰̗̳̙͟A̡̩̳͎̤̭̘N̦̮ ̨̮͚̪̲͔̬̠́͝A̴͞͏̗̝͙̗͈̟ͅRGU̵̧̨͈M̷̴͓̯̠͙̟̠̕E͏͕̠͇͔̕N̶̮̜̤̖̞͖̭͟ͅT̵͓̱̱̤̗̹̥͘ ̝̀T̶̟̗̹̘Ḫ͉̥̳̱͚͉͜AT͡͏̜͙̦̼̭͉̝̭ ̡̟͇͎I̼̣̱̳͈̖̠S͓̜͎̠̬ ̷̶̞̹̹̘̤̀ͅA̘̞̻͉͢S͚̖̭̫̩̲̩̱̥͡ ̖͈̜̀ͅP̡҉̸̜̩̤̹R̖̣̬͈̩̯͜ͅÉ̷͍̘̱͉D͇͕̖͕͎̟̖͠Ị̛̣͘C̶͕̣͍͙̩T̶̶̟̰̬̪̳̮͎̭̳͠Ą̭B̧̡̛̖͈̹͚̻̣̳̪̟L͘͏҉͕̬̣̣̩̩͖͔E̡̛̖̦̞͓̙̦̜̝̭͖͓ͅÁ͍̰̱̮̞̠S͇̠̹͇̕͜ ͏̛̝̣͎I҉͖̩̜̣̱̘̠̝T̰̜̯̥͉̕ͅ ̵͉̦͓̠̺̺̹́I̢͔͎͔̳̲͉͓S̷̢̠̜͚͎̱ ̡̘͙́ͅWO̞̞̜̩̲͇͡Ŗ̩̬̪͖ͅT̖̯̙̝͉̗͔͜͞H̼̖̦͔̝̯͙̝L̸̡̙͚͕̱͝E͏̯̪̰̞̯̘͉̀S̢̝̟͙̥̲̞̻͞ͅS̬̲͙͈͈̩͢͡.̜̬͞ͅ ͡͏̵͇̬̯̣̖S̢̤͕̭͇̰̳̥̻͟Ó̺͉̩̮͈̭̕͡ ̸̷̛̺̫̺̞̫͓L͙͕̙̳͕̙̥̕E̺̰̫T̜̙̫̗̣͡ ̡̭̥͙̙͇̤͉̜̪M̥͍̯E̷͈̤̺̻̭̕ ͇̱͉̣͓͞ A̟͉̲͔͙̘͍̻͢͢N̵̨͎̲ͅS̘̩W͏҉̤̲͚̖́E̶̳̻̺̻̪̜̞R̡̝͙̩̜̣̝̕ ̤͔̟̕T̵̲̲Ḩ̜͚̕͜I̛͇̜̱̤̥̘͡ͅS̰̰̟͚̲͎ ͓̥̝̝͚̰̩͇R̢̟̩̭͍͎͠I͘͏͙̻̙̣̗G҉̴̮̯̙͎͘H̶̼͇͔̗̪̪͡ͅT͓͈̯̩̦̦͢ ̗̥̠̭͓̞H̸̭͓͟E̢̛͔̟̲̮͓͎̹͉R̮̘̹̯̤͚͎͓̀͘E̷̦͟ ͏̪͔̪̲̮̭̮͘Á̱̩̹͍̯̤N͉͚̰̝̰̖̩̱D̷̬ ̧̨͇̳̲̩̯̜͜ͅNOW̷̟̩̣.̢̛͎̜̫̭̥̘̮ͅ ̣͖͖̯̺́͜͠U̻N̸̳̯̕L͎̹̭̜̖̰͉I̵̩̼̺̻͓̲K͇̙̰̟̲̘̞E͕̳͝ ͏͓̮̥͇̯̻Y̭̳̼͢O̢̗̜̝̣̼̲U͏̦̝,̞̱̬ ̴͓̱̝̻̗ͅĮ̨̻̱͉͙͟ ̺̪Ḑ͍͈͕̖́Ǫ̘̙̹̺̻͎̜͚̣͞N̴̺̦͎͖̞͉͘'̗̹̠̭̤̮͘T̳̥͠ ҉̫͎͖E̴̟̩N̬̩͓͍̙̫͕͙͟J̶̧̖̞͈͖̺̣͞O̡͈͈̠̳̝̞͜Y̢͖͎̻̯̲ ̟̟͍̖͈͍̼̤͡TH̝̫͙̭̪͇E̵̡̤̫͎̥̻̱͜ͅ ҉̼̘̜̹̯̘͜͝ͅS̴̼̯͘U͖̗̠͓̰̺͔̳̼F̶̛̙̤̥̳͓̮͡F̨͇̣̺̮̱̪E̬͚̹̕R̶̢̝̫͍̙Ị̡̩̩̯Ń̮̬̮̥ͅͅĢ͖̳͚͈̩̖̼ ̙O̳̭͉F̸͉̯̗̹̝̤̦̻͟ ̼̣ͅ I̢͙̙̫ͅN͈̖̜̻̰̬̜̤͘N͘͏̙̣O̡͏҉̼̩̺̪͍̠ͅC̻͔̫̫͈͜͜ͅE̶̵̖̰͚̗̟͔̱͡N̳̳͔̻̰̗T̢͉̩͎S̷̡̺͙̯̣̜͇̦͙.͙̲͢ ̢͈̩̱͡U͏̰͉̟͇͖̲N҉̣L̷̶̪̻̘̥͠I͏̲̭̹KẸ̗̮̘͎͕̪ ̷̦͓̦̣͝͝Y̨̡̖̻͍̖̪̯͇O̪̮̳̯̳̫Ų̛̯͓̩͞,͎̺͔͇͕̦̻̰͖͘I̼͉͓̘͇̟̩͙̟͡ ̹̥͓͔D̛̲͚O̤̭͎̠̖͕̹ͅN̞̦͚͠'̼̝̲͈͍̖̯̖͞T̺̺͚̞̝̫̭͢ ̻̳̘̘̺͇̖͜͢EN̵̖͢J̝͚͍̙̱O͏̡̣̯͚͈̥͡Y̛̩̼͍̞͈͇̺̥͍ ̡͍̹̰̦̖͘ B̵̹̣̩̺͇̪̣̟͓U̡͏̼͚͕̀Ṱ̮̲̪̞͈ͅC̸̛̝͖̜̥H́͞҉̠̝̱̰̹͎ͅE̙̫ͅR͏͍̳I̯̪̩̙͕̫̼ͅN̗̘͚̤̼͎̯̖̳̕G̴͔͎̹̯͖̺ ̸̜̘̠̠C͠҉͎̳H̥͔̩̤̳̖̙͕͍͘͠I͔̬̮̞̙̟̦͓L҉̼͟D͔͉͢͠͞R̷̬̠̱E̫͍̱N̘͚͚̤̙̙͖̮ ̷̱̘̥̘͓͉̭͘ A̶̰̼̪͡N̵͍̹̕͝D̼̮̬̻͖̠͙̲̦̀̕͞ ̷̬̬͕̣̣̙̯ T̮͔̟̗͓̬̣͚͢R҉̬͙A̡̱̳P͕͕͚̙P̨̟̮̱̜̤͍̲Ị̜̺̦͇̼́N̴̩̖͔̳G͈͕͖͓̲͞ ͖̺̻̰̦̟̩͡T̬H̢̩̣̳͖͙̭E҉͙̥̀I͔̖̮͈͍Ŗ̸͈̬͎̞̮̪ ̸̶͖̘̞͎̙͉ͅͅS̷̴̘̥̖̣̬̙͢O̯̖̹̫U̯̺̬L̡҉҉̟͕S͟҉̵̼̮̱ ̸͍͎͡I̩̰͍Ņ̸̵̠̮͔̜̖͔̜̠̱ ̺̬̺̠͖̳͓R̬͉͢O̢̙̥̣BO̶͚̭͍̠̺̕͟T̤͉̺̥̺̯S̶̻̭̘̱̖̭̟,̴̩̭̤̬͓͖ ̖̦E͉͕͈͔̱̙ͅI̷̻̰̘̪͍͇͖͈̖T̕͏̠̗̼̗̩̼̱͠H͏̻̫̱E̵͇̩R̴̲̟̻ ̸̗̹̣͕̻̤͍̞ͅF́҉̯͖͕O̡̰͍̠̙̗͔̻͇̩͜R͇̪͡ͅ ̸̤͚̫̹͇̫́S͔̜̬̰͘͝O̵̘̥̖̮̣͙Ṃ̢̘̥̻̟͕͘͡E͎͓ ̰̞̙͔͖̱̦̤F͇̭U͏̪̗̮͍C̬̘̖̘̀ͅK̶̮̠͍͙͙̮̜͚ͅȨ͚͍̞̜̫̗̼̻̕Ḑ̶̯̙͞ ̧̩͠U̴̴̢͕̯̘̩̙͚͔̯̖P̧̱͎͟͝ ̪̱͔̥͇͚̠̖ E̸̡̺̺̯͖X̵͈̲̭͘ͅP̧͈̙͕͖͉̜͘ER̵̛̼͉̜͎̟͖̗Į̸͇̟M̧̻̟̤̠͕͇̰̳͜Ę̱̗̰̙̱͈̬N͚͙̖̬̲̳̹̺ͅT̨͚̱̬͡ ̵̺̩͓̥̬̘̕O̫̝̩̖̘Ŕ͎͓͓̦̺̰͜ ̵̛͍̖̼ͅA̲̝Ș̦̝̰̞̀͜͠ ̫͇͘͜A̢̰̘̲̭ ̧̛͕͖̤̖̪̜̼͢ͅŚ̷͔͓̟̪́I̬̮͕̳̲̤͕̫̮͜C͇̹̦̖͎͎K̵̰̗̤͚̳̪̮̬͝ ̱̤̠̥͘͝I̶͏̤̙̘͉̺̫̣̥D̨̳̲E̶̷͇̯̠̯̥̜̭̬À̰̥̺̬͓̲̯̰ ̟̀F̵̶̖͕̥̲͙̙̘O͔̪͙̠R̹̹̘̞ ̦̠̀́ͅA̛͔͍͡ ̨͉̟̹̙̮J̛̰͔̘O̫̖̞Ḵ̯̫̺̞̥̪̯͞ͅE͍̤̺̺̩͉.̵̧̜͚̯̲ ͖͕͍͞A̸̗͖̹̭̠̱͝N̛̻̫͝Ḓ̩̹͚̣̦ ̷̧̳̪̺͈̤̲U̩͇̪͓̙͎͙N͏̴͔̗͙̰̖͉̘͝L͍̩̤͎̞̬̤̰͘͠I̖̙̰̼͜K̙͇̖̱̜͍̠͟ͅE̷̛͇͍ ̨̞͚̺Y͏̵͕̣̫̬͎̙͡O̡̱͓̗͈̱U͈̫̙͘̕,̴̡̖͖̘͖̲̕ͅ ҉̡̻̳͢Ì͎̠͕͎͇ ̢̝̺̺͘D̯̤̠͍͔͙̬Ò͈̱̕͢N̟̦͚͎̙͍͈̻͟'͙̰͙͕͚̗͇̻̻͟Ţ̛̹͕̟̭͞ ̴͖̲̭̬͔ A̗̭B͇͕̥̕̕U̸͖̖̻̭̥̕͢S̴͏̯̻̜̖̦̫E͏̫̳͇̗̙͈͕̬ ̪͓̪̫̘͎͈A҉̟͓̫̰̺͢N̸̠̝̬̳͡ͅD͇̻̦̳͠ ͡҉̫̩̮͍̠̩M̥̙͍͓͍̫AN̸̳͇̫͞I̷̹̳P̴͙̮̝̰̭͙̺U̳͕͔͙̲̱͔͇̜͟Ĺ̶̴̙̯A̷͏͙̯T̰̝Ȩ̷̞͚͜ ̶͍̹̯M̵̡̝̣̙͍͍ͅY͓͕̟̹̹̗͖̺͟ ̫̠̩͉͈Ḳ͖͙̜̤̭̭I͓̭͞͞DS̩̙̺̰͙̻͢͞ ̫̠̭͙ T͓͘͢O̷̟̰̲̗̬͓͕͠ ̡̦̝D҉̩̪͈̘̖O̸̟̼̤͓͉͙ͅͅ ̵͞҉͈̺̙W͏̵̲̰̣͕̩̻̘͇͠HAŢ̢̣̼͉͔Ȩ̷̨͚̜̬̞̗V̨̞̭͔̪̙̜̻̟̼͝É͖̞̩̳̼͜R͏͈͍ ̵̗̤̳͕̥T͏̮͇̱͎̠͢H̨̼̙̬̼̱͕͖̺̰̕E̡̨̝̞͙̬͝ ͎̼̟͇͓̪͠ͅF̸̮̝͓̲̪̦͓̙̪̕U̴̳͓͕̗͟C͖͖̫̘̮̺̥̀ͅK̷͖͖̪͔̺̕͟ͅͅ ҉̭̩̖͢Ị̫̣̺̱̕͞͞ ̨̻͚̥̼̞̲W͜͏̮̠͍̘Ḁ̛͕͉͙͚N̳̯̝̗͢͟Ț̛͉͚.̡̝̖͓͙͈ ͖͚ S̗̰̩O͍̖̝̼͙̗̕͜ ̦̝̼͙̫̝̞̕͜S̨̼͢P͕͎̀́A̻̪̩͓̣͚R̺̺̹̥̀͢͜E̶̗͇̕ ̡̙̩̣ M̦͙̙͍̲͓̕ͅẸ̷̶ ̙̬͍̦̭̳Y̸̠O͎̖͎̰̹͉̣͔͙͡U̸̳̬̟͎͎R̤̮͍̤͞ ̶̧͙̪͉͙͉̹̳̞͢F̪̗̣͢U͍͕̭͎̜̞C̷̴̵͓̳̺K̙̫͕̖̙ͅI̴̫̥̜͈̼̻͎͇̙N͓̼̮͎̫̤̟͙̤͢G҉̺̠̹̣̥ ̶̖͔͉͚̪̭H̳̟̹̰̞͉̞I̶̧̼͇̗̤̟̤̝̻S̟̬̥͖͕̙͙̥͘T̴̪͉̞͔̭͘R̢̫̬̝̭̱̲I̷̻͍͢͢O̻̭͚̲͍̹͎̕N̶̦̳͎̺͚̖͘̕I̘̰̗̣͕͖̻͘̕ͅĆ̥̰̮͕͈S̹̪̱̱̝͚̬͔͝ ̸̡͍͉̠̥̼ A̙͖͔̲N͕̥̙͚D̸̴͇͖͈̩̻͔̗ ̹̱̩́͠S͎̫̣̼̤̜H̷͚̺͟U̻̜̕T̠̲̭ ̷̨̧̯̙̣̱ͅÝ͏̩̣͕O̝̻ͅU͏͙͉̗̬̻̭͔R̟̘͇͜͝ ͏̙̠̞̹̜̬̩͟ F͏̦̗̳͕U̘̝̺̬͓̬C̶̯̪̗̲͓͟K̮̪̟͜͡Í̸̜̝N̢̰̣̪̖̭̩͖͍̜Ǵ͓͜͝ ̬̦̻̙̻̖̻̙͝M̴͖͚͔̞͚͢Ơ͓͎U̸̩̺͡T̼̭̼̭H́͏̼̱͙.̡͉̜̳̺̼̞ ҉͏͙͉̩̲͖̭͍̘Ẹ̷̰̥̀͝V̨̧̛͇͓̯͔E̶̢̬͚̠̪̥̮̥N̨҉̗̖̜̹̳̤̯̙ ̧͈̤̺͈̗̼̠ I̵̲̜̪̣̣͓͈̯F̵̸͓̯̯ ̶̳͓̥͇̖̙͔ W̵̴͇͉͎͎̯̮̣͚͘ͅH̴̻̳̩ͅĄ̝͔̥̜̞͇̯̟T͔̱͈̯̰͎͢ ̷̮̖̮͞ͅ Y͢͞҉͕̖̲̖̞̯͕̦O̴͎̞͖͘U҉̺̟̜͉͠ ̩̰̦̖̘̫̠ͅS͇͇͞A̷̫̥Y͉̠̝ ̳͠I̡͇̼̘͇̩̬̻̠͡ͅS̵̜̲͔̭̱̯̹̘ ̴̡̹͎͍̩T̼̗̣̩̩͈̰R̙̲̯̯̣̥̺̕͜ͅU̩̭͠͝ͅE̛͏̰͓͕̭̬,̴͙̗͇̕ ̷̷̡̘̰̳̘̞̲̮ͅ T̤̰̥͉̰͢͝͡H̡҉̷̫͖̪̻A̪̠̞̬̩Ţ̱̗̺͓̹ ̸̬̯̳̘̥́́ I̸̜̺͕͔Ń͎̩̻͟͞ ̢̛̟͢T̙̼̜H̴̖̳̀͞Į̞͍̹S̢̺̯̤̤̫ͅ ͍̯̺̤͔̻ M̷͍̦O̠͖̮̲̝͙͢M̸̛̘͇͔̬͙͇̣̹̕ͅE̘̞͜͠N͎T̷̡͖̬̥͕̰̫̮̹̞ ̨̫̺̞̩̺ I͎͞'̡̼̙M̶̼̻̣̟̟̯̰ ̖͚́͠E̸̺VE̪̺͈͔̯͕̕R̛̟̘͕Y̻͇̼͇̗̕͞ ͏̨̙̯͍̳B̰͈͜͠I̻͔̪͕̠͎͉̞̩T̘ ̧͎̰͚̫͔͔͔͉͍̕A̖͕̼̲̩̼Ș͔͇̱̜͞ ̵͕̺̗̤͓̝̹̳̕ E҉͏̠̟̻V̷̢̞͎̮̬̫͉͟I̸̞̰̠̘̩L͏̳̬ ̜͇͎̙͓̥A̗͕S̴̵̞͚͕̞̝͚͍͡ͅ ͏͎͖̥̳̻́͘Y̡͕̱͔Ǫ̱̮̖̘̳̼̕Ù̶̟̼͠҉̢̖͎̫̥̯.̷̧̪̺̫̫̪̩̤̻͟.̸̪̕͢.̺̺̝̜̜̳̳͔̗"̧̝̳̭͇̟͙̬͢

Mike's sneer grew larger. "̸̬͠.̟͖̞̙̬̮͍͚̝.̟̠͇̞̖͕̞̕ͅ.̶̥̣̠̲̮̫͕͝I̢̩͍̦̣͔̥͘ͅ ̶̟̮̗J͇̰̼̫̹̳͍͇Ų͔̩̖͘ST̸͉̥̦͝ ̸̗͙DO̸͖̦̭̕͜N̤̺̙̕͘'҉̣̼̳͍̘̟̬T̻͓̱͔̙͞ ̖̞͠F̷̫̪͇͔̖͢͢U͚̠͠C͇̘̗̱̳̪KÌ̸̵̼̲͈͎̣̭̫̳N҉̧̥͍͍͓̹̗̣̲G̸̛̩̩͙͖̭͈̞͡ͅ ̸̴̥͇͖̼C̰͈A̙̖̺̜̠̙̺̻̖̕͢R̙͓̩̞E̵̢̦͚͚̰͟.̵̬̺͔͞"̼͎͜

(AH YES, THE CLASSIC CLAIM THAT THE HERO IS NO DIFFERENT FROM THE VILLAIN. AN ARGUMENT THAT IS AS PREDICTABLE AS IT IS WORTHLESS. SO LET ME ANSWER THIS RIGHT HERE AND NOW. UNLIKE YOU, I DON'T ENJOY THE SUFFERING OF INNOCENTS. UNLIKE YOU, I DON'T ENJOY BUTCHERING CHILDREN AND TRAPPING THEIR SOULS IN ROBOTS, EITHER FOR SOME FUCKED UP EXERPIMENT OR AS A SICK IDEA FOR A JOKE. AND UNLIKE YOU, I DON'T ABUSE AND MANIPULATE MY KIDS TO DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT. SO SPARE ME YOUR FUCKING HISTRIONICS, AND SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH. EVEN IF WHAT YOU SAY IS TRUE, THAT IN THIS MOMENT I'M EVERY BIT AS EVIL AS YOU…I JUST DON'T FUCKING CARE.)

He snapped the claw of his gauntlet, and all around Nightmare Springtrap's immobilized body, giant black pins began to materialize. Sharp black needles with skull heads that crackled with corrupted lightning. William's eyes widened in horror and he flailed about as he realized just what Mike was about to do.

"̠͚̺̼̗Į̢͖̪̣͕̰ͅ ̸̜͕̦̖̗̬̮̕T͓͔̣H̷̨̯̥͇͝OU̖͇̗Ǵ͙̻̤̰H̷̬͈̤̘̖͕̀T҉͎̱̝̠͝ ̸̻͉̬̙̹͉̮̹͟W̴̼̦̹̥̯͇̰ͅE͟҉͖̬͚̗̹'̸̢̦̰̪̱̺̗D̷͈̜ ̸̯̖̗͕͕̘̼ͅS̯̟͕̮̣̩̼̞͈TA͖̞̯̞͍̹͢͞R̝͖̭T̨̲̬̠͔̮̣͉͍͚ ̙͎͙̪͞W̶̡̺̱̻͍͍͚̩Í̴̳̼̱̺̲ͅͅTH͏̦̙̳̯̗͓͈̗̯̜̼̦̜͕̺͟͝Ş̼̪͕̼͘͡O҉̧̩̗̮̫́M̠̩Ẹ̶̼͎̝̯ͅT͉̭͍̙͈̳͔̙̣͞H̦̖̜̭̀͡ͅͅͅI͕͙̰̱͟N͈̮Ǵ͙̯͎̱͉̣̩͝ ̸̨̮͕̖̣͇F͖̹͓̭͢͞A̬͔͖̩̫͍̖M̛̞̟̤͇̥͈͟͝Ì̧̭̩̱̺̻̞̼L̢̨͓I҉͏҉̹̼͓̖̩̰̲À̱͔͇̳̳͖̲́͝R̞̰͓̀͢,̩͙̜̱̠̖̖̱̟"͜҉̯͓͇̰̠ Mike began, his tone now almost conversational. "҉͏̛͖̤̩̩̪̰̹̼Ẃ̱̩͓̲̘͓͘͡H̥A͇͖̖̳͡ͅT͔̟̟̯͍̮ ̶͏̭̹̠̻̙͙̳W̵̯̜̲̣͇͠ͅͅA̡̡̤͞ͅS̱̭̟͎̀͝ͅ ̸̙̱̯̠̖̥̱̝͢Ì̶̤̬̥̭̯͜Ṭ̢͜ ̟̩͓̳̞LI҉̪͈K̶̺̟͖̹͖̣͔̳É̛͉͈͝ ̛͙͉̬̬̞T̟͚̝̬̕O̗̤̞̯̗̙̤̰ ̴̹̳̮͙͔͕͘͜Ḇ̨E̥̤͈̘̯̣̭̼̕͢ ̨̺͔̱͙̞̕Ş̢̞͕̜̻̼P̡̨̮̼͉̟̗̠̻R̴͓̪̯̤͈̀̕I͕͍̤͡N̷̰̼̺̕G͉̭̗̭̙͍̀L̴͍̲̯̯̦͙̼̞͍O̡̡̘̞̣̰̫͞C̢͚̮̱̺͍̹͢ͅK͕͓̪͚̲̰̟E̴̛̼̝̯͖̰D̺̱̜͚͝,̷͈̩͍̮͍̞ͅ ̨̥̙̠̣͜ W̢̨̮̤̯̘̖̦̫͟I̜LLIÁ̭̣M̷̬̩̝̪͈̮̺͝ ̦̯̼͙̬̙͇͞A̟͕̻͘F̸̰̹͓̘͜ͅT̀͏̱̭͠Ó͓͙̲̲͓̼͉͚͔N̲̺?̯̻̭̕ ̧͏̙̦̪̞̬͠Ẃ̳͕̪̞̗̥E̫̲͙̩͍͢ͅR̸̝̖͕̞͎̲͞E̴̗͔̺̕ ̲̪̰̹Y̯̲͙̻O̜̤̞̮͡ͅU̶̜̬̦̠͕̗͉͙̺R̴̼̺͖͇̤̦͟͡ͅ ̥̻̦̻̘̥͘I̵̵͏͈̘̭ͅN̮̞̙̤ͅN͈͍̣̻E͍̪̝̬̮̘͚͞͞R̡̩̮͇̘͇̘͖̰ ̟̮̬O̴̖͔͓̫̟͘Ŗ̹̝̼ͅG̜̳̱͙̖͚A̩̣̘Ń̳͔͖͎͓̥S̹͖̪̹̩͖̹̰ ̡̺̼̲͉̣̞͖͖͞S̴̩͙̰̀͝K̼͙͠Ȩ͉̟W̷̳͎͎͎̼̘̹͜͜Ȩ̰̟̺̼̘Ṟ̬̻̟E҉͇͉͔͕̤D̢͈̗͝ͅ,̪̝͡ ̫̦O̵̷͎̖̼̤̤̟̺̙R̵̘̞͉̬̯̣̥̤̟ ̙͠͞W̢͎̪͕͙̜͖̱̘E̼̲Ŗ͔́͝E̛͖͍͕ͅ ̳̮̲̻̀͝͝T̘̟͚͉̳̩͙̯͘Ḫ̴͖̹̭̮̺̕͘Ȩ̶͈̞̤̺̱̠͓͘Y̶̢̮̠ ̡̦̻̭͈͜C̜̯̜̙̼̳̱̲R̗̻Ù̢̱̫̱̖͍͓S̨̱͉͇ͅH̸͔̥̱E͎̝̳̠̠͔̪͔D̡̩͔̫͘ T̜̜O̶̴̢̠̹͖̤̖ ̶̨̙͓̝̠̰ͅͅP̖̬̥̲̭̲̘I̙̙͘E҉͇̱̠͍̕C̩͎̰̪̯̫͓̥E̛͔̟̜S҉̵̡͈̝͚̤̙?͍̙͡ ̧̫̪͇̭̣̱́ͅF̪͇͎̝̖̤Ŗ̴̫̻̲̫̳̩Ơ̗̩M̴̠̱̜͎̘̮̣̣͙ ̛͔̝̹͎̗WHA̩͕̜͕͔̭̩̱͞T̢̖̼̠͢ ҉̢̝͎͉̜̪̱ͅI̧̬͖̕ͅ'̶͙͔̫͎V̢̻̟̜̗̮̩͔͜E̴̸̫̘͓̬̫̹͙̯ ̷̰͖͔͖̠̤͞H̡͔̩̟͔͓̥͝Ȩ̸̭͙͖͎͕̫͚̀A̰̳͍͍͙̝R̵̼̱̫̥̭̺͝D̫̪͔͚̪,͖͔͙̕͟ ̡҉͍Y̻̤̭͕̭͚̮̱Ờ̘̯͓U̶͍̞̝͘R̶͎̜͈̰̰̳̕͡ ̣̞͓͎̤͟͝L̶̴̡̖̻ͅỊ̛̦̥͔̤͓͔TT̵̤̫͇̲͝L̵̡̫̩̫̩̠̪̟E̻̲͖͎̺̫̝̰͢ ̷̮̥̝͉̼ͅA͎͔̝̙̖̕C̙̥͚̟̗͝͝C̙̣̕I҉̼̞D͏̮̪͓̬̣E̷̞̫̰͈̬͉͡ͅN̸̢̻̥̥͝T̵̨͉͍̦̭̰̀ ̗̥̳͘S̛̯͔̪̖O̸͉U͏̱̣̠̻̹͠Ń̷̪̬̪̱D̳͉͚̫̳̫̗̫S̫̤̫̼̩̹̪̯͝ ̛͉̘̤̪̘͚̩̩L̡̛̦͓͇͚̳Į͎͖͝͞K̨̩͚̥͕̺͔̦É̦͍̮̹͙̱̣ ̷̡̩̮͇͘T̸͚̣̝̪̮͠͞H̛̬̟͚̜̗͘E̺͎̪̦̪̱̱͙̭͘͢ ͔͘͢F͇̬͉͙̟̕O̭͖R̙̬̼͓̕̕M̵̠̲̮E͏̠̲̤̫́ͅR̻͞.̢̞́ ̛̩̬̟̥̲̝͜S̸͉̲̹̲͈͎Ờ̤ͅ ̫͚̲͔̥̟͎͘A҉̥̮S̮̫̜̙͍ͅ ̨͕̹F̨͞͏͕̟A̼̼͚̱̜̮̕͟R̗ ̫̝̙̯̘̲̰͘A̟̖̪͘͡S̝̕ ͙̻͓̹̗͓̬͕͝I͉̘̟͜'͖͕̤̟̕M̻̙̻̬̤̜͢͞ ̴̛̤̜̙̱̞͚͔C̘̗̺͢Ó͍͔͖͚͓̮̬͠Ṇ̷̹̗̼̪͉̙͢C͙̝̖͉̙̼̟͚E͏̢͏̪̪̳͓R̢҉͎̼̹̮̟̥͔ͅN̷̨͖̮̼̘̠̳E̼̤͓̪̟D̷̹̼̻̟̤̦̀,̗͞ ̷̜͇̗͙̞Ṯ̡̟̰̹͢͟H̙̜̮̗͙̠̬̞E̥̭̺̤͙̝̰ͅR͏̩̻́E̱̪͠'̱̩̩͈̠͠͠S͞͏̙̹̮ ̸̜̮Ǹ̨̧͙̺O̜͓͔͖̺͞͡ ̲̝̲̙̯̻B͙͙̼͙͎͢ͅE̜̥̘̥̕͠ͅT̩̙̤̩̞̩͟T̷̟͈̯̮͚͙E̲̻̼̼̝R̝̼̬̟͔̜͝ ͏̶͉̣̗̱͙̤͉͉̣ P̲̞͓͙͜Ĺ̤͓̲̕͝A̢̯̼̖̜̫Ç̡̦͇͙͝É̶͖̞̩͔̗ͅ ̸͕̣͈͘͜F͏̰̗O͈̭R̩̰̞͕̺͉͚̰̕ ̯̼̬̀Ư͕͇͙̣̦̹͠͝ͅS̴̛̩̥͈ ̵͈͕̼̥T̡͈̫̜̯̳̜́O̷҉̨̦̝ ̵̳̠̜͘͟B̘̘̲̫̹̮̮͎E͏̹̫G̮͎̼Į̣͇̫̭Ń͍͚̟͉͓̙͍̮̕͠ ̺̟T̖͈̞͙͕H͎̞̭̠̗͡A̛̩͔̲͙̥̦͖̤N̵҉͉̦̯̲͈̠ ͎̱̥̻̖͞ͅẂ̴҉̞̠̮̜̩̫I̪͖̰Ṱ̖͉̖͈͘H̛͉̯̣ ̦̟͙̭̯͕͚A̴̸̞̣͕͓̺̼̗͍ͅ ͖̙͚̟̼̀͜͟B̭̻ͅͅĹ̫̝̘̰̼̥̯̳̀A͏̴͎̘͔̻͘S̨̫̲̠͔͇̟͍͘T̴̶͖̲ ̴͚̘T̮̖͖̹͇̜͔͉̜̀O̪̜̻̕ ̶҉̻̙̝̤T̷̡̰͖͚̝̼̝͢H̡̫̦̞̱̙̯̩͝E̥͙̝̙̯͟ ͓̲̻̬͖͢P͏̗̕A̬̣̬͖ͅST͔̼̯̦̱̀́̕!̨͖͔̕͝"͜͏͙̖̬̝

(I THOUGHT WE'D START WITH SOMETHING FAMILIAR. WHAT WAS IT LIKE TO BE SPRINGLOCKED, WILLIAM AFTON? WERE YOUR INNER ORGANS SKEWERED, OR WERE THEY CRUSHED TO PIECES? FROM WHAT I'VE HEARD, YOUR LITTLE ACCIDENT SOUNDS LIKE THE FORMER. SO AS FAR AS I'M CONCERNED, THERE'S NO BETTER PLACE FOR US TO BEGIN WITH THAN A BLAST TO THE PAST!)

The first pin jabbed itself straight through where William's heart would have been if he were still mortal, and the murderer screamed the loudest, most agonized scream yet. As brutal and relentless as Mike's attacks had been, none of them had penetrated so deep into the core of William Afton's soul.

Mike forced William to look into his eyes again. "͉͕̞͠I͏̦͙͉́͠ ̸̘͘W͖̺̩̖̗̱Į̤̘̯͈̠͍͙̣͔L̠̩͜L̮̮͓͟͞ ͈̣̻̗̬̬̪̭̕͠C͏̰̤̼̯̟Á͓̣̹̱̫͈͡R̛̟̜̣̘͢Ṿ̢̳̜̯͓̕E͉̞̙̣ ͚̜̹̥̞̭͚̱Ṱ̵̷̛̞H̶̲̖̰̮̫E̴̹̳̼̰̤ͅ ̶͔̙͚̬͓̼̝͙̤͜͝FE͏͏̱̣̰̮̣̙À̖͕̦͖͖͈͠R͈͖̫̱̫̜͜͞ ͈̞̲̼̘͎̹ͅO̵͇̜̤̲͇͈͈͢F̷̫̱̰͔͎͜͠ ͕̩͚̲̭͙̘̻̣͞M̱̹̤͜͡E͇͚̻͜͜ͅ ̛̻̬͙̲͝Í̶̷̗͖̤̺̻̠̜̝N҉̛̳͈̠̰͈T̨̬̮͍O̢̙̟̲̜͎͢ ̶͍͕̞̝̝̭̣̤̘͟ Y̡͚͚͉̙̝̯̠̗͠O̷͇̠͚̻͓̗̲̮̯U҉͔̜͎̞ͅR̖͕͙ͅ ̗̙̗̗̗͜V̡̖͓̱̪̼Ȩ̻̥̦̀R̹͙̭̹͞Ý̢̫͖̖͜ ̜̟̰͍̬ͅS͎̼͉̻͖O͇̫͚̼͈̖̘͎̘͜͠U̡̖͔̫͇͔͓͘L̜͚͎̬̻̫͖̬,̸͙̟̦̪̳̜̲ WI̶̤͖̲L̷̠̲͖̜͇͉͖͡L҉͓̟̲̥̭̫̪͟ͅĮ҉͉̮̗͇̻̠͉A̝̯͙͘M̩̤̰̰̤̰̖̻ ̡͉̙̜̗̫͙̭͟À̩̣̺̯̗ͅF̘͙͔͕̳̙̤̼̳͘T̢̨̺͙̕Ǫ̼̰͡N̛҉̠̜̬͉," he swore. "W̬̪̮H̷̡͇͍̪͎͕͢E̢̛̖͔̰̭̫̩͙͡Ņ̪̺̮̖͝ ̸̰̘͈͍͢͠I̪̤̯̬̖͢͡'̡̼̙̀͡M͇͖̱͓̙͎̟͢͝ ̲F̨̡͉̲͜I̳̤Ņ͏͇͈Í͉͇͇̟̙̱S̡̗̥̲̲͡H̟̼E̷̙̙͕̙͖͙͜ͅD̴͖̗͓͍̺ ̵͎̬͖̜̪̞̹͡ͅ W҉̸̬̭̩̮͈͔̪̻̱I̺̱͙̞̹̼̰͇͞T̶́҉̥͎͙͉̦̥̬H̘ Ý̴̼̪̬̙̬̝̺͔̝́O̷̯͙̺̘͙͘ͅU̸̵̜̙͚̞͟,̸̭̻̱͔̰̜͍̦̕ ̲͠I̢̝͎͇̯͔͕͈͍ ̸̩̭̩͉̥W̳̥͉̩̳͖͝I̢̲̳͠LL̡̲̮͡ ̴̰͓̗͙͙͔̭M̷̡̩̠̹̣̳̰̖Á̗͎̲͕̫̜͡K̷͓̀̀E̶̶̮͉͇ ̼͚̹͢Y̻̤̳O̧̹̘̞̝͘͞U̧͈͍ ̧̻̰͠B̻͕̬͢͠E͏̱͖͍̱̘̣͉͙G̸̝͈ ̧͉͖̪̳̫͎͠F̭̗͉͔̬̬O̴҉̱͙̫͎̻̲̣̤Ŗ̣̭̜̻͇͎͎ N̵̝̪͙̣̖̘̼̩IG̢̰̫̹̬H҉͢҉̹T̟͍͍́̕M̼̳͈̙͢͡ͅA̛̞̳͕͙͝Ŗ̼̯̱͇̼̘̹̙́͘E̡̞ ̵̺͉̙̪̪̼̘͟Ț̸̲̰̞͇̰̗̣O̷̗͍͝ ̺͎̬̮̦̠͘͜͠S̗̙A̛̯̮͉̯͖̞̫̤͞ͅV̤̰E̛͕͈̘̘ ̢͇͜ Y̥̳̬̺͢O͏͚͕̕U͎͈̣̳̺!̭̩̯̜̕"̧̲͎̣

(I WILL CARVE THE FEAR OF ME INTO YOUR VERY SOUL, WILLIAM AFTON. WHEN I'M FINISHED WITH YOU, I WILL MAKE YOU BEG FOR NIGHTMARE TO SAVE YOU!)

The moment he finished uttering his malevolent promise, more of the pins and needles began to shove themselves into his hated enemy's ethereal flesh. And the first of William Afton's many screams began.

/

Charlie stared numbly at the scrying portal in pure horror as she watched her father impale the fourth needle into William Afton, this time stabbing it straight into the murderer's forehead. She had known that her father possessed a hidden dark side, known about how much he hated William Afton for the crimes he had committed both on principle and on a personal level. But never once had she imagined that Mike Schmidt was capable of the nightmarish cruelty and violence that she was now witnessing. She nearly turned her head away in fear when William's demonic essence splattered from the point where Mike had stabbed his needle. Even after being a ghost for several years, Charlie still remembered how sickened she had felt the day that William Afton had brutally murdered her in the cold, black night. And the aura of hatred and malice emanating from Mike's demonic form, an oppressive darkness that she could feel even through the scrying portal, made her feel exactly the same way.

The immoral delight on Nightmare Fredbear's face didn't help matters in the slightest. "AH, I SEE THAT SCHMIDT IS STARTING WITH THE VOODOO PINCUSHION METHOD," he remarked with an amused smirk. "A TRIED-AND-TRUE CLASSIC AND AN EXCELLENT WAY FOR US TO BEGIN. MY BROTHER MUST BE SO DELIGHTED TO HAVE FRONT ROW SEATS TO THE SPECTACLE ABOUT TO UNFOLD!"

Catching the sickened look on Charlie's face, Nightmare Fredbear curled his mouth into a sinister grin. "WHAT'S WRONG, LITTLE PUPPET GIRL?" he hissed. "ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED? YOU WANTED WILLIAM AFTON TO SUFFER AS YOU HAVE SUFFERED, DID YOU NOT? YOU WANTED NOTHING BUT VENGEANCE FOR DECADES, TO THE POINT THAT YOU AND THE OTHER LITTLE BRATS SLAUGHTERED INNOCENTS JUST SO YOU COULD GET YOUR HANDS ON ONE MAN. AND BEHOLD! YOUR FATHER IS ABOUT TO UNLEASH A LEVEL OF BRUTALITY FAR BEYOND ANYTHING THAT YOU COULD HAVE HOPED TO ACCOMPLISH, VIOLENCE THAT WILL MAKE WILLIAM'S SPRINGLOCK ACCIDENT SEEM LIKE A MERE SCRATCH IN COMPARISON." He let out an amused laugh. "IT IS THE DUTY OF A FATHER TO PROVIDE FOR HIS CHILDREN, AFTER ALL."

There was nothing Charlie could say. She couldn't claim that she had never wanted the horror show in front of her, for both of them knew that there had been a time when she and the rest of her siblings had wanted this. They had wanted to unleash violence of their own against William, had laughed at him as the mechanisms of the Spring Bonnie suit tore open his insides and splattered his blood onto the floor, leaving him to a death as slow as it was agonizing. But now, after the red haze and lust for blood had long since passed, seeing her father carry out his own unholy and horrific retribution against William, especially since he was doing it on their behalf, only made Charlie feel empty and nauseous.

Nightmare Fredbear, in the meantime, had returned his gaze back to the portal. "AH, IT APPEARS THAT MIKE HAS FINISHED WITH THE FIRST ROUND OF HIS TORMENTS. LET'S SEE WHAT ELSE HE HAS PLANNED. SHOW ME MORE, MIKE SCHMIDT! SHOW ME EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF!"

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William let out a pained groan as he hung in the air, suspended by the Marionette's infernal chains. Mike had stabbed his needles into his body over and over again, his essence bleeding through the many puncture wounds he had caused. The demonic power that he had stolen from the Nightmare children was slowly healing him, but for once he felt no satisfaction or relief from that fact. All that it was doing now was keeping his body intact enough for Mike to unleash whatever twisted torture that he had planned next.

"̩̥̬͔̫͔̯͉͘͜T̶̟̼̗̙̫H͏͈͈̬̖E̜̻̩̝̹͞R҉̘̻̱͖̼̙E̴͚̣͇̦̜̹̱͕͜'͚̣̥͇̻̣̰̙S̜͈̀ ͈̮̠́͜͝Q̵̙̺͕͓̘̀U̶͖̖̬̮̪̪I̼̙̲̜̲̥͉T̷̢̨͕͍̥͇E̵̻̼̬͠ ̸̙̝̱̲͇͞͡A̧͕̫͉̮̗̰͝ ̵͎̝͉͙͇͠B̜̫͔̥͖̫͖̫̰I̷̢͖̘͔̩̙̖̥͞T҉̶͍̝͇̺ ̫͉̖̘O̘̲̤̲͔͚̝͟F̦̥̭͚̼ ̶̫͇̹̝H̲̠̫̥͓͎I̻̻̯̪͇͈͘ͅS҉̴͔̜͈̹̫T҉͕̬̙͈̻͝O͏̡͙̟̠̹͙̥͝R̸̡̼̯̭̺͓ͅY͏̵͏̪͕̖̱̭̠ ̨̖̩̦̙̥̫̞̳͝T̶̡̩͔̲̟͖̞̲̭O̫̝̗͓̘̤͇̲͞ ̧͚͕̯̫̀B̷͔̝͖̲̭E̢̯̪̬̦͔͎͡ ͈̺͉̗̭̳͍͖͘͝É̡͇̳̪͓̠̫͙̬̕X̭̺̹̖͍̕ͅP̴̯͕̯̭̩̦L̡͡͝ͅO̩̜͟R̨̝͙̲͔͇̺̜͈͖̀E҉̰̬̜̣D̶̻͚͕̞̗̻̦ ͓̝̞͞H̨̘̞E̢̤̹͉͚̩͝R͠҉̤͕̼E͖͚̗͖̹̲̲͞,̹͍̻͈̬̰̼͓͢"̛̯̦ Mike remarked in a disturbingly cheerful tone, either oblivious to (or more likely uncaring of) William's pain. "̶̧̞̻̪͕̣̖T̢̫̘̲͓̩̯͈͠Ḩ͉̳̕͡É̵̡̪̟̯͍̼ ̢̼̰̟̯͞I̧͎̫̤̝͜Ǹ̪̲͙͇̘̭͍̳̗͡͡Q̢̙̱̠̪̼͔͢U̙͘͜I̵̯̞̜͡S̶͔̣͙̜̻͈I̶͔̫̕T̷͍I̯͎̯̬O̪̭̪̤̜̬̹̝N͓̳ ҉̗͎̩̣̖̤͠U̵҉̴̼̩͈̣̻͖S̼̫̮͉̝͚͔E̫̫̼̬̜͞D̴̢̟̳͕̗͇͓̣̘ ̸̝͕̰̖͎̕͝Ṭ̵̘̀O̻̤̪̝̳̳͕̝͢͠ ̨͖̱̳͉̱ͅP̺̭O͈͟K̜͘͞Ę̛̜̟ ̶͎̠͇̬̩̲͕̞͖Ņ̷͇̯͉̜͙͚̫͖͘E̢̨̺͙̱̩̹͎͙̯͙͡E̘D̸̷̨̺̺͕ͅL̢̦̗͎̱͚̩̼̩͝E̖S̡̹͈̪͍̕͢ ̴̰̼̻̮̳͢I̞͔̬ͅN̬̯͖̙͓̬ͅͅT̷̞̳͙̼͚̻̖͠O̢̘ͅ ̜̟̣͟͠V̧̗͖I̸̫͎̠̟̗̱͕͖C͎̣̠T̥̹͈̰̳I̸̶͙͓M̡͔̹̼̖̕S̟͙̠̭͜͝ͅ ͕͚̺̤͙Ţ̳̥͔̳̞̞̕͘ͅỌ̶̞̱̹̦̪ ̺̙͚̥̬̼͖S͞҉̵̭̺̲̳̯̠̻̠É̝̰͠͡E҉҉̼͔̱̗̞͎͙̼ ̸̳̺̮I̘͔̬̺͠F͉͔͈͔̰̳̪̀ ̧̙́T͏̖͙͖͎̣͓͡H҉̙͍̜͇̮̺̣E̡͓͙̳Ý̱̮͠ ͕ W̶̷̯͔͎̻̰̣̜͖E̙̞̯͎̰̯ͅR̶͙͠E̢̫̻͇̗̺̻̫̣͈ S̩̘̟̘E̢̮̲̻͘Ŕ҉̖̙̮̣͟V҉̷̧̱̗Ḁ̧̯͓͙̬̜Ņ̖̭̬T̶̛͙̼̜̘̙̮͘S̷͙͉̫ ҉̬O̰͇̘̤̠͟͝F Ţ̷̛̥͓H͓̮͙̱͖É̘̪͝ ̶̡̦͇̭̠̤D̻̤̳̹̮̩̟̼͓̕E͕̟͖͕͕͖̺̗͖V̟̭̠̲̟͓̼̘͘Į̶̺͍̥̤͘L̘͝͝,̲̗̘̮̗ ̢͍͖͇͘ͅA̡̛͔͖͇̹̪Ǹ̷͔̺̮̲̩͉͟D̢̺̝̞͈̭ͅ ̡̗I̡̧̬̗̼͉̼̝F̱͕̲͝ ̸͚̤̰̱T̠͇̣͕̯̯H̡̼̘E̷͡҉̟̤͕͓̜Y͍̭͝ ̶̷̼̺͓͚̠̝̠S̯͚̹̰̪̲͇̻Ṭ͝O̢̤̤̗̟̲͘͞Ṕ͙̹̤̪́P̩̯͜E͏̷̩͇͖̺̲͚̲D̰̳̜̪͙ͅͅ ̵̧̭̟̘S̵̘̯͉̮̯̠̮͘͠C̨̡̖͚̤͔̜̳̼̤̳͘R̤̟͇̭̠̼̀͞E̸̷̸͎̦̥̯̹A̧̫̗͡M̢̻͍̱͖͕͚̦̮͘I̶̘̺̲N҉̨̖̭G͖̤ ̤̲͕̲͢͠T́͏͖͓ͅH̺̘͍̬̘̣̞̮̟́͝E̵̫̙̻̟͉͉̬͡ͅY̢̘̩͖̰ͅ ̣̥̰͓̹̦̖͚ WĘ̤̱̞̗͎R̳̹̭̭̥̹̝͘E̘̣̮͇̩̬͔̤ͅ ͕̰̤͍̰͖̜͞D̛̥E̡͟͏̭̞̦͚̯̱T͍̗͔̙̟E̛͍̼̖̬̟̠R̴̡͚̮͇̙̗̫M̥̤̞̙̩̱̠͇͡I̶̠̝͍͜ͅͅN͙̙͈̹E͔̺D͜҉̨̠̬̼̭̻ ̴̗̜̦̮̪͚͜T̷̪ͅO̴͔͈ ̨̡̗̪̝̩̪̱͢B̵̡̢̝̱̪̹̜̙E̳͡ ̶͖̲̫͢G̢̛̦̼͠Ú̵̗͡I҉̙̺L̯̱͖͈͍͖̬͚̪̕T̷̮̹͍̙͠͞Ý̹̟̦͜͞.̥̫͖̠͔ ̸̤͉̟̖̖̯̞͖̪A̶̘̹̖͔͢N̷͍͚̬͎͍̹͙͢D̩̤̤̙ ̡͙͕̱̦̣̱͙S̤͚̗̠̤̕͘͜Ḭ̧̨̜̰͕̤ͅNC̵̗̙͙̤̕E̹̠͘ ҉̷̖̭̘̜͠Y̴̻̠O̴̧̼͉̹͈̝̹̳̣Ú̡̠̤͙̭̯͖̪̭̞ ̠͙͔̥̥̺̟̫̞̕S̴̵̜͙͝T̛͖̺̝̪O̢̘̟̠̟̗̙P̵̧̳̤͇̗͎͉͙͢P̵̧͕͎̭̙̻E̱͈̼͜͝Ḍ̼͘͞͝ ̨̬͕͟S҉̷̣̲̝̼C̫͕̹̜̫̲̩̲͚R̛̻̠̬͎Ę̖̤͓͕͔̭̣͠ͅAM͍͕̭̝̫̟̜I͍̘͙N̙̜̺̗̟̙͇͕Ģ̢̰͉̗̟̤̝ ͕͈͕̞͈̫͉̯̪ AF̳̙̺̹̕͡TE̴̼͖̮R̸͉̟̠͚ ̨̪́I̟̫̪̼̥̪ ̟̰̬̠͓̯͜͞JA̢̨̱̰͓̳M̛̦͈͔͠͞M͏̳ͅE̮͡D̜͚͔̘̼̻ ̵̳̩͟ͅM͈̜̰̞͎̹͍͠͝Y͍̰ ̞̝͎̘̗̗͖͝N̖E̖̼̺Ȩ̺̯͓͕̜̳̬͞͡D́͢͏̳̟̭̙̗̦̟Ĺ̸̟̭͚̠̪̘E̝̳͎S̙̯ ͖̼̙̜̝̖́͢I̛̙͍̦̘̻̻̯͎̕͜N͕̟̳̩̭͞T̵͕̪̤̠̝͉O͎̘̩͙̠ ͔̺̖́͞Ỳ̨͔̖̲̟̥̻̤͚̣Ǫ̣̩̕͝ͅU҉̥͓̙̻͍̤͖̣R͖͘͜ ̶̤͚̰̰͖̩͎͟͟B͚̪͉̻͡U̷̶͍̹͚ͅṈ̨̺N̟̘̲͟Y̗͘ ̘̮̰̘͎͚̹̕̕ͅE̖̺̳͉̤̹͢A̧͕͉͔̻Ŕ̭̮̗S̘̖̝̤̗͡͞,̴͙̰̩̩͠ ̡̧̛̻̭Ì̸͓̰̘ ͞҉͉͔̮̳̙̪̤̜ͅG̵̲͎̠̟̟̰̖͘U̮͕̼̦̻͜͠E̗Ș̨̦̱̖̹̩͜S̮̬ ̡̢̠͎ͅW̡̲͇̻̗͞É̘̦̱̞̠̼̜͟͢ ̝͈̺̳͠C҉̹̤Ą̻̦̪͘N̞̬͖̗̝̯̺͜͞ ͓̗̱̕ Ǫ́҉̹͎F͕̬̞̞̯F̷̨̛̞͖͈͉͓I̠̜C̵̢͉̹͘I̢̟͚͖̹͍A̟̦̝͖L̰̹̥̪͙̹̱̘̀̕Ḻ̛̤̯̰̺̹́Y͏̙͕̭̬͍ ̵̢͈̰̖̟̜̺ͅC̜̥̞͙̺̦̣͚̲̀O̶̪̩̠͇̺̩̯̩͎͞Ǹ̡̦̬CL̺͖̬̼̕Ú͇̠̮̯͈̫̳̰̫D̟̖͈̻̖̣͟E҉̨͏̰̖͓̱͇͍ ̸͚͘T̡̩̖̣̙͟H̩͉͉̤̫̤̖͢Ą̷͙͓͟T̴̖̰̟̙͔̘̼̙͡ ̢̝Y̧̫͚͎̻̩̰̹͚Ơ̹̭̖̦͓̟U̳͍͡ͅ'̮̪̖̘̀R̗̘͖͇̣͜E̫͚̺̖̻̝̺ ͍̯̟̦̖̺̀A̤̼͓̟̳͉͡Ņ̴̹̝̩̼ ̱̙͟Ę̵͓͎̪̮V̛̩̝͞I̵̱͍͡L̷̛̘͚̫ ̢̨̱̙̹P̣̬͝I̧͓̬̪̜̰͠͝E̴̷͇C̢̜̯ͅE̡̜̲̙͚͇ ̶̡̘̲̱̬͞O̷̡̧̝̭̤̻̪͇F̛͉̙̣ ͕̙̲̦̥S̡̧̟̟̻͕̼͎H̶͏̬I̝̱̝̗͚T҉̧̲̠̺͈͞!̬̤̲̻̳"͏̢̢̰̜̥̭̗ The demonic manifestation chuckled menacingly. "̵̝̲͍́T̵̡̜̤H̛̲̩̬́͜O̡̖̟̝̰U̶̼͍̹͎̻͞͡Ģ̜͉̗͝H̸̻̼̬̺̥͡ ̶͏̮M̸̴̱̲̠A̞͇̺͎͉͖͠Y̢̱͟͝B̴̘̲͡͡ͅE̵̸͙̺͓̥̫̺ ̪̣̖̗̕C̝̦̹̬͎̳̘A̧҉̦̺͍͔Ĺ̠͖̺̗͙̫̱͚͡L̨͎̣̠̭̙̜͘͝I̸̴̩̩͎̺̳̘N̢͕̘̤̱̳̫̘̜G̡̧͇͈͇͉̣̦̜͔͝ ̡͓͕̻͕͎͘Y̨̨̗̠̮̳O̸̼̻͠U̷͙̤̪̳̯̹ A̶͚̬̫̯̗͉͜ ̘̤͕̠͈͈̖͝S̡̥̣̝̙͞͡E͏̙͍R̙̟̱̜͞V͏̖̱̜͉̼͕͉͝ͅA͇̲̼͜N̶͏̮͉͓T͍̜̠̬͠ ̦̻͘O̼̪̭̼̲̞̩̣͓F̵̷̫͔͉̙ ̵̘͖̻Ṱ̤̼̺͙̬͈̗̘͝H̯͖̱̺͎̺͇̘ͅE̷̵̯̤̖̤͘ ̶̡̗͓̺̞̺̥D̸̡̳́E̷̞̺͚̥̳̩̘V̡̛̞͇̱I̷̩̗̳̗͓̕̕L̵̗̹͚̘ ͚͚W̟͈͕̬͡͠Ọ̡̩U̢͓̩̼͟Ḽ̢̣̟̟̝̹̕͟D̤ ̟̦̱B̯̜̙͚̻͖̳̯É̜̗͎̕ͅ ͈̪͔̠͍̀̕͠P̧̬̰̼͇̹͈͖̤͙͞US̝̫̹̱͎̟͕̦̼H̤̹͝I͙͕̪̺͎͞NG̮͖̫̜̻ ̗͍̬̻̺I̢̧͉̬̭̞̪̙͍͍̥T̴̢͈̺̗̼̦̭̣ ̰̻̱̗̮̥̀͢A̪̖̹ ̠̪̱̯͖̮͔̻̀B͏͢͏̗I̷̠̙̙̻̟̹͇T̻̯̰̘̰̥͢.̶̮̙̭̥̹̰͕ ҉̦̻̼̲̥C̸͕͇̪͜͟ͅO̙͈̩̙̻N̞̣͕̣̼̮͓̱͓͢S̗̲I̗̫̭̻̘̞̕͠D̫̩̫ͅE̷̤̝̻ͅR̙̘̙͈͠I̡̦̲̙̘̫͉N̥̜̺̜̯͈̟͙G͉̫̳̻̱͙̤̗ͅ ̪̲ ̶̧̜͕̳̦̖HO̸͙̣̰̫̺̙̞W͏͚̫ ̟̬̮̜̦͇̻̩̮M̸̡̨̠̪̤̘͚U҉͍̠̲̤̘̹͖Ç̛̬͉̻̼͔̫̩͍͟H̡͕͢ ̛̭̼͜ N̴͏̵͔̟I̙͖̱͍͎͜ͅG̱̥͞H̱̮̥̹̤̫̞͔͢͜͟T̴͈̘̯ͅͅͅM̧͓̲͈̖̘͉̥̰A̩͓͈̩͜͝Ŕ͙̝̩Ḙ̷̷̠̠͉̱̩ ̷̙̺̟͖͖HAṮ̸̛̛͇͎̜E̳͈͔͟S̢̥̼̥ ̸̠͍͉̘͎͔̮̞́Y̼͉̞͙̰͚̜̠O҉̷̦͚̕U͇̫͈̕R̷̨̬̫̻̜̬̝̦͞ ̥̟̘̯͇̠͎̟̕G̢҉̨̱̫̹̩͕͓̠Ư͏̻̲͍̺̤̙̹͙T̖̳͎̰̼͍̹͚̯S̨͎̳̹͍͙̹̞̪͕,̧̟̮̼̰̯̪ͅ ̨̯̭̲͎͡I͓̣̙̜̤̟ͅT̵͏̝̞̜̫̦̹ ̞̖̜̜̬͜W̺͇̭̘O̖̦ͅÚ̦̣̯͍̣̩̘L̳D̷͔̖̫̜͉͘͡N̶̝̥̟̼̣̼͓̖͠'̼̕T̖̱̬̺͇͇̱͢ ̶̶̴͚̘̰̤S̴̶͍͇U͇̬͙R͓̝̩̤̩͈̦̩̺̕͢P̬̟̟̰͘R͇̗̙͖̞͈̯̪Ì̟̹͇͟S̸̞̭̳̫͙̣̣̩̕E͓̯̞ ̜̞̬̻̕͡M̴̴͕̞̳̪̠̬͜E̙͢ ̧̳̯̳I̴͇͔̜͘͝F̵̣̗͚̬͙͖̖̮ ̴̡̣̗̝̖̪̹͎̗EV̻̲̭̬̲̗́E̸̥͎̦̩N̮̤͙͕̟̟̳̪͟͠͡ ̪̺̜͔̕S̲͍̥̕͜A̠̯̫͈T̤͖͚͚͍̜͢ͅĄ̷̜̬͔̱N̸͚͓̥͕̬̼͇̭͔ ̴̕͏̮͍̱̰̻DID̝̜̣͟N̡̩͕͎͔͚͓'͎͕͢͟T̢̯̳ ̷̠̻̯̩͖̖͘Ẉ͎̙͎̹̲A̲̰͉̜̞͖͈͘ͅͅN͏̷͇̝͈̗̟T͙̮̯̹̞̳͖́͠ͅ ͞҉̥͓̪͙̯̤Ţ̸͎̕O̰ ̴̙͚̻̰͈̣̟͕͚́BE̦̣ ͚̝̖͡ͅA̡̜͉̟̕͡S҉͍͎͇̞Ş̬͈̘̜́Ơ̲̙͎͓Ç͇̝̀͞I͖̲̜A̢͚͚͕Ṭ̶̵̢͔͎̤E̢̜̞̖̖͕D̛̥͎̤̙̙̙͡ ̢̜̘̖̠̳̜͞͠W̧͏̱̰̣̩͓I̧͍͙̖̻̱̜͚͝T̸̠̬̯͝H͔̱͖̺̖͔ ̵͎̲͍̩́̀F̥͎͇̰̥ͅI͏̝͇̬̭͔̠̝̮͖L̠̹̘ͅT͍͕͈͕̥͖͉͞H̴̨҉̯͕ ̡̜͚͉̦͖̕L͖̪̤̭̩̜̭̭͡͞I̵͍̖̖̭̯͍̭ͅK̹̯͎͇̦͠E̥͓ͅ ͏̦̞͈̜͚Y̨͔̭͢͡Ọ̸͓̫̮̯̫̭U̯̼̻̳͟.̩͈͓̳̘̜͢"̹̤̱̹͔́͟

(THERE'S QUITE A BIT OF HISTORY TO BE EXPLORED HERE. THE INQUISITION USED TO POKE NEEDLES INTO VICTIMS TO SEE IF THEY WERE SERVANTS OF THE DEVIL, AND IF THEY STOPPED SCREAMING THEY WERE DETERMINED TO BE GUILTY. AND SINCE YOU STOPPED SCREAMING AFTER I JAMMED MY NEEDLES INTO YOUR BUNNY EARS, I GUESS WE CAN OFFICIALLY CONCLUDE THAT YOU'RE AN EVIL PIECE OF SHIT! THOUGH MAYBE CALLING YOU A SERVANT OF THE DEVIL WOULD BE PUSHING IT A BIT. CONSIDERING HOW MUCH NIGHTMARE HATES YOUR GUTS, IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME IF EVEN SATAN DIDN'T WANT TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH FILTH LIKE YOU.)

He stopped as William started struggling again, base instincts taking over as he tried to do anything and everything he could to escape his chains. Mike had to give the murderer some credit as much as loathed to admit it; even now, he hadn't given up no matter how hopeless his situation was.

"̶̶̛̜̜̤͚͍͈̳S̫̥O͈̲͔͔̖͞,̷͡҉̖͈̭̖͙ͅ ͏͙̟͕̱̣͖͝H͡͏̬̘̼̺͕Ơ͖̣̮͍̘͔͎͜͞W͍̗͍̲͎ ̴̭S̮͕̘͓͕̥͈͓HOU͖̫̺̱͜L̰̲͈̹̪͎̱D̗̩̬̘̪̪̞̪̣ ̡̩̦͚̺̟̰̦͎͡W̸͇͔̕͟É̠͉̟̖̺̕ͅ ̢̭̲͎̲̟̻͍͟ͅP͕̗͉̜̥͓͝R̪͇̮O̷̖͙̭͟͢ͅÇ̷̦̝͕̜̻̺̣̤͜E̴̡͎͜Ę͈̫̪̜̘͎̼͓D̨̹̤̹̞?" Mike asked in a mockingly thoughtful tone. "H̙͙͎̳̠͜͜ͅO̺̖͖̖̫Ẃ̨̧͍̟̟ ̶̛̥̟͡S̴҉̼̜̱͎͟ͅHO͏҉͍̖̟U̥̪̭̕ͅL͔̘͞Ḓ̨̰͍͎̬ ̴̤̬͢͟I̴̢̮̦̱̪̣̻̙̕ ͖̹̯̪̜̪M̷̪̳͜͡A̹̖̠̱͠K̟̩̱͉̞̻̳͙E͔ ͖̟̰̰̥́ͅYO̥̰̙͓̰͟͠Ư̮͙̠̗̜̞͎̕ ̛͍̹͈̳̼̺̟̥̼̀P̜̫̰͇̣̞͎A̢̙͎̗͍̜͙͈͞Y͏̡̣ ̵̸̱̟̩͚̱̕F͇̗Ó̡̞̻̟̲R͙͔̻̠̫̹̫ ͓̝̀͟͢TH̸̞̝̤͇͕͘ͅE̶̺̲̖͜ ̞̦͖͓͢͜͝S҉̙͚̪͖͍͝UF̸̡̘͙̠̮̟̞͞F͙̖͎̫͇̞͡͞E̘̬̠̤̙R̸͏̢̼̤͕̥̹̤̭̱I̧͓̠̝͖̝̲͞ͅNǴ̣̘͖͎͚̟͝ͅ ̶̘͠Y̸͈͙̭͉O͢͏͚̺Ṷ̡̧̝̜̖̗ ̨̟͕C̠̣͙͔͢͞A̧̰͚̞̳͢U͚̻͢S̨̜̖̳̺̯̻̫E̜̺͕̳̮̲D̛͚̥̳͔͙̫ ̫̖̲̭̟̳̻̖͠MY̧͖̟̺̹̹̳̟̫ ̡̛͖̳K̟͔̘̯̤͈̹͍̕I̷̡̙͇̥͓̞͕ͅD̯̩͚̺̖S͢҉͓̤ ̷̲̟͕̦̦͓̤̮̀̕S̢̗̀͘H͍͔͜Ò̵̢͔͉̫̰̙̻̞͚U̴̴̡͔͍̙̝̪L̝̥̻̦̙͍̰͜͠D̮̕ͅ ̤͓͉̲̟̩͠͝I̸̮̪ ̷̛̭̳̳̝D̴̨̰̱͓͖̘͖̠͔O̙̘̟͍͚͘͘ ̺͚̟͙͙͔̺͢W̶̗̲̝̝H͔̩͓À̖̱͖̣̱T̼̗ͅ ͏̸̧̩̤̠̪̺̰D̮͜AN̴̨͕͞T͢͏͓͓E̵̶̫̬͇̠̞͍̹̗ ̠̜B̡̬̣͔̞̳̻EL̗̟̻͝I̤͈̼̗̮͝E̶̶̗V͏̪̩͈̼̝͇̘̼ͅE͏̡̫̪̬̯̲̹̝͡D̙͇̦͔͢͜ ̶̴̜̩͇̱̼̮̗̪WA̬͈͖̗̱̬̮͢S̼̰͉͓͢ ̞̤͘͢M̛̟̜̗̮͖͝O̴̬̣̺̯͞S҉͎͎̦Ṭ̨̖̻͠ ̫̜̦̣̗̪̹̘̗̕͜͝F̝͖̻Í͈̪͚̠̳̖̮̬̕T̨͖͇͖̜̝̙͟T̬̥̟̘̖͘Í͕̗͔̺N̢̖͕̳͔͍̟̱͠G̖̦̯ ̶̨̛̰̙̳̺̹̩F̢̗̮̪͓͚̻͇̀O̡̼͚͈͔̹̤̠̗Ṟ̷̥̬͙̤̱̲͜ͅ ̟͇̀M̢̜̘̣̭̙̗̰̮͘Ù҉̗͍R͏́҉̼̲͖̬͈̳D̛͇̦̺ͅÉ̫̲̙̤̥̺̘̫R̻̠̪̘͓̝̬̥̕͜E̷̗̩̺̗R̫̺̳͖̣͈̰̻S̝̺̺͎͚̟͎̬̜͜,̡͎ ͏͍̠̗̲̟͈̦̞Ą͚̱̻̖͚͉͎͕̥ND͔͟ ҉̺̦̘D̡̝͝RO̷̻̺̼̞̤͉̯͘͠W̴̧̖̹͉N̷̨̯͍͔ ̧̢͚͖̼͖͍Y̡͖͙̼̞͟O̵̡͍̲͖̰͔̕Ų̺͕̻̰̮͖̱̦́͠ ͏̖̳͓̗̭̥͓̫̕Ị́͢N҉͏̫̺̩̭̖͈̮͎ ͕̘̥̱̫͈͞A̴̮̮̤̮͈ ̧̤͘ R̷̹̫͍̹͘͘I̹͙̘͍V̺̭̟̣̥̫͘E̝̯̼̪͚̹̘͇͚R҉҉̫ ̼̖̪̺O̱̠͞F̷͖̩̳̻̥̀͘ ͇͈͈̤̼͍̟͔B҉̭͕̼͙͇͡OI̢̨͟ͅL̫̝̞̲̥͈I̴̻͙͕͙̻͜͡N͉͖͞G̤̞̻̱̭̝ ̧͔̻̙̘̭͔ͅB̵̷̴͍̞̲̖L̝̞̯̯͈͇͝͡O̴̫̗̫͉̹̘Ò̝̜͓̟͢D̩͈̞̭?̛̱͘"͈͈́͠

(SO, HOW SHOULD WE PROCEED? HOW SHOULD I MAKE YOU PAY FOR THE SUFFERING YOU CAUSED MY KIDS? SHOULD I DO WHAT DANTE BELIEVED WAS MOST FITTING FOR MURDERERS, AND DROWN YOU IN A RIVER OF BOILING BLOOD?)

As he spoke, the air underneath William suddenly grew unbearably hot. Instinctively, he looked down…and regretted it instantly. The ground beneath him, which had previously been part of the same black void, was now a scarlet river of blood that bubbled and boiled on its surface. William struggled even harder, open panic in his eyes, but Mike was not going to give him even the slightest inch. He thrust his hand downward, and the bindings lowered William into the river. Nightmare Springtrap screamed and writhed as he was submerged into the blood, the boiling river scorching not just his ethereal flesh but also pouring into the wounds left by the needles and roasting him from within as well as without. All the while, the gruesome liquid overwhelmed his senses, sticking to his body and filling his nostrils with its foul stench. The imitation of Dante's Phlegethon that Mike had conjured into existence burned and nauseated William in equal measure, and it took every ounce of his strength to not open his eyes or mouth and expose them to the blood. When Mike finally saw fit to lift Nightmare Springtrap out of the river, the flesh and metal of his spectral body had been thoroughly blackened and burned, and the murderer himself was heaving and retching uncontrollably in rejection of the torment that Mike had just inflicted upon him.

"YOU'RE…YOU'RE INSANE…" William coughed out, as if he was finally truly seeing Mike and what he was capable of for the first time.

Mike let out a ghoulish laugh. "̸̳̹̩̥̪͚̜̕̕IF̸̯̘̙̳̫ ̲͙Ơ̙̺͘N̰̭̝͘͟LY̯̹̲̳͟ ̵̛͙̹̹͙̺̰̠Y҉̫̱̞̻O̷̠͓͟Ù̠̙̭̲͔͖͟ ̷҉͓̤̙̝̘W̛͈̯̫͚ER̘͚͕̝͇̯̗͘E̶͕̼̖̬͓̞̝ ̶͎̦̫͈̻̰͚Ş̷̜̬͓̖̺̰O̧̘͇̬̮̰͟͠ ̨̺͙͔͎̥L̢̥̬̜U̦̲̯̼̣̕͜͞C̰̮̲̪͔̘̫̰͜͢K͙͙̳͘͠͠Y̴̞̲͔̟͍̙͞.̮̤̼ͅ,"͏̙̲͖͞ he sneered. "̛͙̬̠͟ͅI̛̱̘̺ ͏͙̗͍̥Ţ͓̞H̨̻̯̰̬̠̰I̧̩̯̰͉̪͓̠͖N͏̛͙͔̟̼͉̯̪̜Ḵ̻̖̪̝͘ͅ ̶̰̫͖͓͕I̪͎̯̝͈͚̕ͅ ̷̜̦͓F̢̣̯͕̀IṈ̺̫͕͎͉͞A̘̥͟͢Ḷ̸̘̱̗͔͉̖̠̤L̛̯̫̺̖̹̝͡Y̥͔͜ ̱͖͖͘͟͞Ų̼̹͔̯̰̩͔̕N̬̻̤͉D̶͙̩̝̥͡E̫̩̮͇͕̖̗Ŕ̯ͅS̶̛̱̱T͟͠͏̞̘̠͈̣ͅẠ̛Ń̮̗̭̝͖̯̥̝͜͟D̶͉͈̻̠̰̩̥ͅ.̫͎̳̭̥͓͟ ͙̠͜I̖̫̘̪͖ͅ ̫̥̱̯̞̼͡FI̜̳̟̩̯̤̹̤̩Ņ̵͔͈̜̳̘Á̠̹̮̟̣͢ͅL͘͞҉̻̲̬͉ͅL͏̴̮̙̠͎͚̙̤̩Y̧҉̤͇͔͕̼̠͎ ̫̗̪̠͚̺̟͟ͅ ̬͖̼̖̺̲̟̞̤͞Ų̻̲̭̭͙͈̪N̺̝̝͙͔̮̥D̡̺̘̝͚̮͎̣ͅE͕̘R̛̙͕͔̞̳̫͝S̴͍̀͟T̴̙̲̬̮͓͜͢A̵҉̸͕̙͍͈N̡̘͔͍̠̭̗͓Ḑ̤͙̰͚ͅ ̡̛̭̫͎̺̺̜͡W̧̬̗̳̥̕͟ͅH͉͓Y̻̜͚̬̥̩̲̜̟ ̸̡̝̰̪̫̣͔̕ͅN̡̙̭̠͓͇̞͔͘I̶̟̬̩̩͈̥͉̫͙̕Ǵ̠̩͎̰͜H̷̥͙̘̜͉͉͔͠ͅȚ̸̼͢͟M̖̙̖̙̤͖̝͍̱͝Ạ̶̺̼Ŕ̵̭͉̼͓̥E̡̤̙̮̼̱͖̖͕ ̬͔͡H҉̫̫̙́A͓͔̞̣̣͠S̨̲̰̻̝̰͔̗̞͈ ͍̖͔̪̕S̶̭̤O͍̼͝ ̵̳̤Ḿ̱̭̭̲̺̭U̡̢̯͖͕͡C̵̻̱̪̜̕H̴̯͔́͢ ̸͟҉̜͚̰̫̪̗̰̫̯FUN̴̯̗̟͖͕̰̩̞͓͞ ̢͈͖͚T̞̰͇̻̭O͙̩̱R̖̞̱ͅT̶̛̺̲͕̪U̧̙̗͡͠ͅŔ̷̻͔̜̪̯͞I̷͖͚͙N̤̯͓̞̜͎̼̖̘̕G̘̰̞̞̮̝͠͞ ̳̗̺̖̳̻͖̖̮͡M̶͙̭̖̟̣̕ͅO͏͓̼̗̼̞N̴̘͚͖̪͟G̝̀͘R҉̬̺̻͕̮̻̩Ę̢͇̺̦̰͕̘̺͍̜L̵͏̫S̙͕͎ ̸̢̺LI̸̺͉̞̘̝̭͟͢K҉̜̪̹̞͉͍͉E̴̤̰͞͠ ̗̤̝̥͖͓̪YO͉͉͎̻̳̖̠̗Ù̶̵͙͓̝̻̞̜̹̗.̖̹̟̝͖̘̺ͅͅ ̺ͅA̢̗̘̝͇̺̘̝̬N̳̗͝D̸̼̘͉̩̤͈͙ ̷̩͠͡W̧̲̜̩̙̲̙͢H̻̹̘̺̖̟̟̙̮͟͡I̴͓L̴̲͎̯E̡̪̯̞ ̵̼͉͇̱̫̖͉̕ͅḾ̘̥̺̹͓͓̺̱O͟͏̶͎͉̯̲̙S̳̝̭͍̝̳͞T̶͈̯͍̼̼͇̦͔͈ O̯͖̬F͢҉̪̤̟͈͎̳̲̺ ̢͓̥̤̪Ţ͔̯̳̙̙̖̻̹̜H͙͇̜̖͞E̖̗̣̹̼̞̼̠͇ ̵̵̝͓̬̖ T҉̟̳̯̮͚̤Į̸̠̳͎̯̗̲̱MÉ̵̛̦̥̲ ̡͎̯I̮̠̦̠̣̘̝͎ ͙͚͓̱̠̥̤͕̝WO͚͍͙̺̜̱U̡̳̼L͔͙͙Ḑ̝̱ͅŅ͓̭̮͖̲̞͍̼͝'̯̗̪̠T̶̗̫̬ ͖̣̘̥͉̣̬ͅE̺̩̲ͅVĘ̸ͅR̷̶̭̥͉̮ ̞̻̩̟A̷̤̺̼̙̜̠̹GR̩͇͘E̯̪̯̪̺͟E̷͏̬̠̮̦̹͖̠ ͉̩́̀WI̧̤̥͉͇̬͇̕T͔̫̹͞ͅH͏̷̮̗̤ ̴̤͔̮̟͓͘H̡̦͓̯̫͓͙̕͢Į̣̦̠͝ͅM̛͖̦̩ ̹O̷̴̠̣Ṉ̺̣͚͔͇́ ̧̩͚̲͕̦͍͢RŔ͎̝̪̱̟̳͈̟͈Í͔̝̗͙̕Ń̡͉͍̰C̸̹̗̱̭̠͓̪͚͘I̧̗̪̭͕͖̞̮̻̺͢P̩͖̹̤͎̝̦͕͢L̷̻E̡͏̤̜̰͓̼.̪̜͙̰͈́.̤̙̪̬͍̦̭͘.̺͍͢͢͝"͏̘͙̹̯͕͔̻ his eyes flashed, "̢̛̖̣̘̩̺̳͖̠̭́.̵͔̪͇͓̣ͅ.̴̷͔̲̖̤̦̲̼͠.̸̭̟̀̕J͚̹̱̙̫̼͎̣͘͜͡U̢͖͘S҉̥̪̭͕̖̲̤T̸̫̭͙̗͖̙̰̪͘ ͜͏̻̙͈͙͚̻͓̜T҉̶̲̱͎H̴̴̘̟̼̩̫͙̩̝́Į͏̘͚̫̯S͓̲̰̺͉̪̮͢ ̶̲̥̮̳̪̦O̡̰̙̳͞NC̤̯̹͓̭̜E̶̘,̤͖̭̞͝͝ ̨̙͙Ḭ̵̢ ̴̱̘̙T͚͠H̢̖̝̟͜͝I̬͎̝̕N̻̘̯͍͇̕Ķ̛͇̩ ̶̳̣̙̩̲̳͖I̧͎̯̜'̖͎̖͉̥̥́̕L̜̩̮L̴̥͈̯̼̼̥ͅ ̰̰̥͡M̸͏͖̟͖̘̫̣̯AḰ͈̟̮̳̩͈͕͡͡E̮̱̼ ̳̲͎̕͟A̴̲͝N͏̴̲̼̻̻̜͚ ̵͏̸̼Ę̬̖̦͖̫͚̬͙̯͡X̵̙͙̝͜͠C̷̛̜̬̞̞̣̩̕ͅE̡͉͇̙̕͜P̤̗̥̻̙̩̱̕TI̻͎̝͜ͅON̴̡̻͔͍͚̠͉̳̝̕ͅ!̦͔̤͡"̨̪͡͝

(IF ONLY YOU WERE SO LUCKY. I THINK I FINALLY UNDERSTAND. I FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY NIGHTMARE HAS SO MUCH FUN TORTURING MONGRELS LIKE YOU. AND WHILE MOST OF THE TIME I WOULDN'T EVER AGREE WITH HIM ON PRINCIPLE…JUST THIS ONCE, I THINK I'LL MAKE AN EXCEPTION!)

"LET ME GO!" William pleaded, begging for mercy for the first time. "I'LL LEAVE! I'LL GO BACK TO HELL! I WON'T EVER BOTHER YOU EVER AGAIN!"

"͖̼̺͓O̧̧͓͎̩̜͙͙̝̗̩͞H̷̫͔̻̠͞,̤̜͈͙̬͟ ̷̨̝̲̰̰̞̞I̢͇̜̞̲̞̯̤ ̙̱K̷̫͓̣̰̝̜̹͔N͍̹̻͍͙͈̺̠͇͝O̷̵̬̝͖͜ͅẈ̢̠̟̠̦ ̪Y͇̭̞O̸̤̙͢Ṳ̧̩͓̤͟͟ ̟̗̼̮̼̲WO̡̳̙͇̱͕͚̞͓͘͝N͏̰͙̗͖͖̖̳͢'̷͚͓͍̦͖̯̥̣͜ͅT̯̖̭̻̩̻͢,̛҉̪͇̦̺͇͓̯"͈̺̮̮̳̭͓̺̠͠ Mike hissed, "̨͉̩̝À̹̙̹̲̗N̘̙̣̤̕͢D͕̪̟̹̕ ̴̸̻̗͔̟̘̟̞Į͔͘'̶̳͔M ̡̪̰͖̪Ǵ̞̱̭̹Ơ̴͔̩̤̝̳͖̠͉Ì̬͖̼̀N̫͔͓G̵̡̠̮͙ ̧̧͙̺T̷͍͇̰̳̼̜͞O͜͟͏͓̩̙ ͍̦̺͓M̴̢̱A̬̱K̳̲͟E̡̹̪̗̫̤̺̪͡ͅ ̶̛̥̱S̼̼̙̘͎̪͞ͅU̬̬̥̮̻̮Ŗ̱̝̳͕͖̟͇̳͠E̘͚̕ ̵͈̞̗̻̳͝Ò̳͖͚͎̠͙̗̞̖F̴͔̟̘̰̼̝͞ ̗͕̗̩̗̺̠̘̯̀͞͠I̢̲̙̗̯̯̞̼T́͜͏͓͎͚͓̪!̺͕͍̭̭̦͙̖͞"ͅ Ignoring the panicked look in William's eyes, the man interrupted him and pressed forward. "̛͕̤̟̲̜̼ͅŚ̶̪̯̱̭͔̖̟͢O̤̣͇̟̘̙̳͍ ̺̟͢HO͏̛͓̟̰͔̪͈̬̰W̧҉̹̙ ͙̦̹̦̰̟͕͕͡D̶̙̳̖̘̀͘O̗̟ ̮͔͎̜͎̝̹Ẁ͚̳͙̤̯̻̹̫E̸͖̦̮̖͕̮͢͠ ̧̛̱̫̼͓͉̦̜̳P̟̯̮͖͈͟͝R̯̙̱̞̟͇̗O̴̢͉̟̻̪͍͍͓͡ͅC̼̻̙̺͖̲̙̻͠Ḛ̟̰͍͕͈̼͡͝ͅEḎ̡̡̙̺̠?҉̦̙̱̝̱ͅ ͕̟S҉̛̗̩̘͍͝ͅHO͖͚̯͙͈ͅU̬̲͖L̸͕̳͟D̶̵̮̣̫̲͙̯ ̧̡̖̬͙͝I̧̬̪̭̪̻͔ ̣͉̬D̛̘̣͞R̤̻͇̪̳̱̯̀͞O̴̺͙̻̼͚͉͔W̵̵̪̥̺̼̯͜ͅṈ̟͚̭̫̖̹͍͢ ̴̼͔͠Y̵̡͉͙͈͎̮͖͞Ǫ͙͕̕U̴͍ ̨̻̯̬͢AG̜̬̣͍̬̱̭͢A̸̛̖̙͡I̟̞͙̝̼͜N̡̩͙ ̡̡̣͎I͟҉̜N̡͉̝̕S͖̞̯̱͉̞̞̮̯͝I̷̱͕̗̥̕͝D̸̳͓͕̙͇̪͔̙̘E̷̡̼͉͔͕͚͢ ͈̥͕̥͖̹̲́ͅA̶̘̮͝ ̴̼̬͡ P͕̣͚͎̖͠͞͡ͅI̡̘̬̲̪̲͔̗͠T̜͎̰̥̲̮̥͠ ̵̴̩͉͕̥̜̗̣O̴̗͟F̲̟͍ͅ ̵̢̭̱̼͓͘I͍͈̠͇͡NS͔̲͚̭͡É̵̡̮͍̗C̶̭̫̲ͅT̴̟̻̜̤̞͞S̠͝,̴͓͕̮̣̟̜̣̫́ ̷̰͙̞͉̝͎̼̕͘ͅͅW̶͏̝̠̠̟̫̝͚ͅA̢̰̜̹͙̼̲̱TCH̻͎̲͕̭͇͢ ̶҉̰̠̼Ą͉̗͈̩͓͕͈͎̤͘S̷̝͔̰ ̢̫̣͕͜T̛̹̀͘Ḩ̧̻̪̯̳͈̤̗̀ͅE̶̴͍͓̦̻͡Y̡̝̜͕̙͇̝̙̩͟ ͇̝͓̥̥̗͎͘͟͝ͅD͉̪͈͚E̢̢͉͍͖V͏̢̠̯̜O̵̰̞̱̳͟U̞͔̪̗̩̣̬R̵̟̥͚͕͞ͅ Y̧͚͍͇̥̕Ò͉̞̺͍́U̶̫̙̭͚͚̪̙͞ F̴̢̝͈̫̳RO̢̙̯̖̟̤̳̬̕̕M̻̯͈̹̕ ͕̗̰̞̼I͏̫̙N͏͎̞̯̪̹͢SI̷͎͚͔̯͍̘͇͙͘͠ͅD̺̲͕E̱̤̩̱͖̫̟̘ ̩̣͉͈͜O̶̸͉͖̺͇͖̲̝͍UT̛̮͈̤̗̲͔ͅ?̷̧͉̥̥̝͎̞͚"̸̡͙̼͔̟͉̹̠̝ As if on cue, a massive swarm of insects began to crawl up William's body, their beady red eyes glittering menacingly as they snapped their jaws hungrily. Taking full advantage of the puncture wounds left by Mike's first torture, some of the insects crawled into the many orifices and began to devour William from the inside out, even as others sunk their tiny, razor-sharp fangs into his metal flesh. William howled in unbearable agony as he felt his very essence being torn to pieces one bite at a time, desperately flailing about to try and shake them off even as more wisps of essence began to flow from thousands of tiny wounds. Then, as soon as they materialized, they disappeared without a trace. "͇̬͎͔͇̭͚̤̫OR̛̭̞͇̪͚͖͜ ̨͍͍M̸̹̖Ą̟͍̤͠Y̬͖Ḇ̞͘͟ͅE̸̝̤̙ ̶̪͉̥I̙͟͞͡ ̷̺̭͙͚̀S̴̵̛̻̺H̙̞͍̬̳̥͠O̮̬̘̙͝͠U̸̫͎̙̥̱̮͜LD̮͕̗̕̕ ̨͉̩͖̣͎̝T̳H̢̘͓̬̪̖R̢̘͚͎̠͈̺͙͜O̴̫̼͍̕W̛̬͢ ̞̝͍̞͇̤̞̬Y͖̣͇̗̟̥ͅO҉̣̲̙̪͟Ų̖̖̻̖̞͙͚ͅ ̥͇̹̥̖̭T̸̖̺͓̭͕̟̰O҉̪͚͍͇̱͈ ̶̗̞̙̤̭͡M̰̼͇̪̩̖ͅY̢̞̟̫̼͇͖͟ ̠̪̫͚͙̟̖ͅŚ̶̛̰̹̻Ḩ͎̪̖͡A̢͖͙̠͖͓̱͎̼͘D̟̥̣͖O̪̟͠W̴̭͍̫̙̘̜͡ͅS͕̭͜,̞ ͍̬͕̲̗͍ͅͅA̸͙͙̫̮̳̠̟͘͡N͕̤̠̭̰̭̺̘D̵̘̣̭͘ ̛̖̯́S̛̥͍̗͟È̵͈̼̫͓̥̪͜Ḛ̛͍ ̜̖̣̱̟̖̀͜H͏̵҉͙OW̸̮͜ ̢̞͓͞Q̢̳͉̜̱̳̝̭̩̤͟U҉̴͎̰̙͍̪̕I̠̺̫͇̠̮̕͡C̡҉͕̝͓̰̟͇̗̥̪K̨̹̥͕̠͈̼͉Ḷ̢̻̼̹͢Y̡̛̙͔̟̪͘ ̨̤̻̣͉̝̲T̼̱̤͈̮̫͔Ḫ̗͚͟͝E͔̱̩̩̮Y̸̴̨̖̱̝͈̮͕ͅ ̪͖̙̪͢C҉̱̫͖̠͚͎̩̙A̸̩̺̤̲̳̞̳̯͞N͏̗̝̳̟̩̯ ̸̸̭̩T҉͏̥̙̲͓̹̘̳̜È̸̙͓̙͍̞̝A̡͏̞͙̠̼R̷͙̙̮̥̩ ҉͈̭̗̀Ỵ̤̮͚́͟Ò̸͈̯̣̮U̦̘̬̩͠ ͈̰̙̲́͢ͅTO҉͍̝͕̫̦̪̜͖͎̀ ̧͉̞͚̣̯̟͝P͕͎͞I͈͖̞̩͙͞Ȩ̞̼̼̠̳̖̙͟Ç̼̯̲̲͕̤͎͞Ę̴̝̟̤͕̰͈̳̖̕Ṣ̰͙ ̨̞̗͉́Ǹ̯̣̺̺͕̥͢O҉̥͕̫͝Ẁ͎͇̟͘ ̢̝̹͎̟̀͜T͚͉̬͉̟͠H̷̢̢̝͉Ą҉̣͓̤͈͚͔͍T̡͇̩͉̠̞̯̭̝͞ ̧̖̻̰̗̫̗͟Y̗͇O̸͈͍͜UR̛̬̣̕ P̛̙̀ͅO̤W̸̮̳̜͡E͜͠҉̘̪̺̪̙Ŕ̸̯̙̗ ҉̝̯̥͈̩̥͔Ị̴̥͓̭̺̱̕͢S̡͈̭̗̣̬͕̩̰̀͘ ̡̧̫̺̤B̷͎̗͎͖̱͟͜R̛̳͚͇̖̰͙͖̣̀O͏̷̵̥̗͍͈̗ͅKȨ̸̺̮͈̲̹̜͕N̸̛̻̳͚̲͈̞.̼̺̗̰͇̬͜͝"̹̲̜͟͡ The most savage and vicious of the shadow creatures that Mike had summoned to fight against William's army earlier returned in full force, a twisted menagerie of beasts and monsters, all of them leaping upward as they swung their claws and gnashed their fangs at William, fueled by the same drive for revenge that had empowered the rest of their kin.

(OH, I KNOW YOU WON'T. AND I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE OF IT. SO HOW DO WE PROCEED? SHOULD I DROWN YOU AGAIN INSIDE A PIT OF INSECTS, WATCH AS THEY DEVOUR YOU FROM INSIDE OUT? OR MAYBE I SHOULD THROW YOU TO MY SHADOWS, AND SEE HOW QUICKLY THEY CAN TEAR YOU TO PIECES NOW THAT YOUR POWER IS BROKEN.)

And then, just as soon as they appeared, they too vanished out of existence. "̻͖̖̥̮B̴̭͔̱̣̲͓͔̀U̖͕͚̭͠͠T͈̖,̗̀͜͜ ̬̫N͕̺̣̘̕͠O̢̤̥̪͘.̹͚͉̫̱̤͜.̦͇̰̦̝͉͕̙́.҉͏̤͎"̖̭̭̩͇͞ͅ Mike mused as he shook his head. "̷͜͏͇͇̝̞͖͇̫I̧͔͙̮͈͚͜T̛͉̺̤̱͕̟ ̙̣̞̳͇ͅW̸͈͎O̱̮͟͝Ứ͈͇̬̳͢ͅL̙D̢̘͇̤̫̺̳͉ͅN̷̢̙͉̯͉̼͎̠̥ͅ'̢̨͓̼̳̭͞T̙̥̦̘̫͈̞̕ ̹̗̗̳͉͟͡BE͏̣̱͖̹͎̹̟ ̳͎̀ͅRI̶͏̹͈̫͈̺̤̳̯G̮̳̮H̷̷̩̥̣̳T̩̱̦̱͖̦̜̝̪͍̗̭̝̭͚̀͢͞F̯͈͍͓͎͔͇̰O҉̳͍͓̫̖̘R̞͓̼͙͠ ͔̯̟͜͟ͅḾ̷͈͕Ȩ̻̠̖͕̳̘̥̞͜ ̥͝T̛͈̦̮͚̮͉͈O̬ ͙̹͔̮̜̠̠͠ͅȚ̢͔̪͙̞A̷̵̛̗͔̟K̡̞͎̳̙͕͖̼̫E̢̛̼͚͚̥̘͕̹̜ ̢̞͎̙̗̠͉͞͞C̵̠̪̱A͙̭̖̪̰͙͔͉̺R̯̜͖̞̼̀͝E̺͚̲͈̪ ̭͠O̼̹̥F̴͇̹̲͕͈̲̠͙ͅ ̛̬͈̘͉̝̪̝͜͟ T̵̢̞͔̤̬̖̬̻H̨̤̭͇͉̠͖̭I҉̴͎̭̯͈͈S̶̜͍͖͢ ̭̭A̧̡̳̥L͎̤͉̙̜̬L͖̰̠̲̜͕ ̧̤̰B̝̬̰̲̯͜͠Y͇͎͕͘ ̨͍̹̭̖̫M͖̜̹̺͈̭̼͘̕͝Y̴̴̰̗̥͈͡S̸̼̝͓͉̱͙̻̻̀̀E̡̹̱̰̩̘̟͝͞LF̀҉̯,͈̲̠̟̳͘͡ ̟͈̪͇͟ͅA̸̗̟͖͞ͅF҉҉̙̖͎̭̬̝͇T̵͙̤͚̼͈͚̮͟͠Ḙ̛̯̫̼͉͍̣͘R̷̜̪͖̠͟͡ ̧̨̬̕A̴͉͈̱̝L̤̟L̖̫̹͉̰,̶̛҉̺̯ ̙̜͙̪͓W̹̣͎̖͢͡H̰̪̭̘̙͕͞À̞̝T̮̮͈̙̣͓͉̰È̤̳̤͍͟V̶̛͍̘̠̗͚͙È̵̬͖͇̪͚͍ͅŔ͞͏͙̠̗̗͚ͅ ̙̝̺̣̟́͘ͅW̻͈͙̺̕͠R̢̟̯̼̹̩̭̱̻̯O̴̵̺̳̫̬̗͞N̨̛҉̞̫͙̠̤̗G̶̣̙̤͇̬̮S͏͉̹̭̫̻̩̗͢ ̨̧̤̹̩̬͕ͅY͍̬͔̯̮͉̭̘O͙͖̼̖͝U҉̦̗ ̲̭̗̪D̲̤̮̰̪̺̺́Í͎̪D͚̥̥̭̣̞͇͈͞ ̷̣̝͝ͅA̵͓̙̝̩G̵̪̳̱̮̠͎͉A̛̝̫̫̤͔̦̝IN̞̗̱̙̪͞S̴̙͚̘̞͍̲͚̙͜T̛̠̲͇̘̻͈̗͝ ̸̨҉̦̭͈̬̼ M̢̲͖̕E̶͔̮̯̻̳͓̣͝ ̶̺̦̹̀A͕̰̜̝̹R҉͔͉̳͓͉̺͎̝̘E̗̺̣͞͠ ̧̦̮͖̜N̗̖̫͎̕͞O̸̶̰̞̠̜͙T̷̹̙̼͍̱H҉̵̤͍̖̱͍̮̩̲̰I̢̛̜̰̩͎͖͖͕͖̕N̷̗̼G̛̲̱̘͙̮̹ ̨͓̹̺̱͘C̖̕OM̘̳̥͕P̴̡͏̺̞A҉̟̘͎̙̣̕R̶̢͉̞͞EḎ̝̰́ ̱̥̝͓̘͔̕T̫̤͕̳̣̹̤̲̲O̶̴̮̭̞̬̰ ̸͇͈̻̟T̵̬̭̖͟H͡҉̰̬̜̩̤̱͟E̴͏̣͇̦̥̼̣̹ ̴̯̻̮̼̜͚͝ͅA̢͙̮͟T͟͏̫̰R͘҉̥̣͚̘͓ͅOC̵̠Ì͔̙̫͍̼̞T̸͕̫̱I̢̥̥͇͔̻̬̗̠̘͢Ḙ̱̀S̱͈͝ ̷̙Y̢̕͏̻̗̺̟̭O̥̗͢U̧̳̳͇̘̼͓ ̶̴̼͔̝͖̹̻͉̗̬C͇̪̳̘͇͠O͚̭̫̦͇̖̟̹M͍͖̤͟͡M̜̲̝͎͙͎͓I̡͍͓̥̥̣̳̖T̴̬͈͚̳T͝҉̹̰͓͍̼͈Ę̣͚͔̳͕D̶̺͍̗̰̥͚̘̞ ̡̻͙͓͔͎̤̱̤͍͡͝ A̖G͙͓͔̩͚̭̣͘͠͡ͅA̧͎͎͕ͅI̶̠N̡͕̬̪͈̖͢S̨̬̮̣͇̺T͉̻̪̯͟ ̪̹̼̺T̠̞͔̮͉͚̫̞̘H̸̫̜̥̝͎̦͕͢ͅE͇̥̥̙̭͎͖͖͞͠M҉̴͉͔̞̪͇͓͎̬̟.̧͇̻̲̫̺̦ ̴̭̪͇̺̠͜I̵͇̼͍ ̨̮͚͈̰̲̲̺ͅT̫͙̱̻͔͉͜H̞̮͈̘̀Ì̩̗͢Ń̨̗̪͕̝̣̣̫K̴҉̖̬ ͏̴͚̬̯̺͇͍̺̻I̻͍̬͖̭̗T̳͎̰͈͙̜̟'̸̧͈̕S̺̼͟͠͠ ̶̻̺̮T̢̧̫̘̭͍͙I̝̟͓͈͙̳̤M͔͈̜̺͓̺̻̞͝E̷̹̮̹͍͢ͅ ͙̜̣̼W̷͚̯̰̭̼̺̼͘Ȩ҉̖̯͇̯͟ ̴̧̣ͅB̧͔̞͙̘R͍̯̮̻͚͔̮̰͡͞I̡̜̣͕̲̭̭͇͙N̸̨̥͔̹̦̺G̷̛̞̘̰̩ ̶̴͎͉̙̣̣̠͍͟B̶͚̰̰̲̱̥͘Ą̻͜͝C̰͔̻̠̞̘K̵̞̪͍̞̭͇̣ ͉̣̲͙̺̞͎S̴̜͖̩̥̺̠͕̞̫͡O̴̝̱͟M̶̘̲͍̪̳͢ͅȨ̼͉͉̳̳͇ ̴͖̮͎͡O̥͎͇̹L̛̬̲̝̤͍̼̬D̺̗ ̫͖͍͚͎̪̀͢F̷̬̫͉͈̜̩̻̼̳R̝̟̪͕Ì̴̪͖͓̳E̵̤Ņ̷͎̘͍͕̹̼̼͉D̥͚̞S, ̬̭̦͍̳͈̭͟À͎͘N͍̮̠͚̙͇̤͎͝D̵̟̬̤͍̲͕̟͟͟ͅ ̛̝̜̻L̸͖̫͔E̞͉̗̣͉̼̰̕͜T͏͈ ̞̝̘̮̖T̷̰͖̠͢͝H̵̰͝͠E̷͇̗̩̝͍͔̞ͅM̶̷̟̟͕͈̹̙͞ ̨̥̙̝C̡̩̬̖͉̬ͅA̡͚̭̯̱̥̺͎͓͍͞͞R͏̟̰̲̤̭͖̞̪R̶̸̻̝͖̯̼͢Y̺͓̠̥̬͍̯̕͢ ̹̙͖͖̤̣̯͢͟͠ͅƠ̖͔̘̕͝Ư̢̬̮͈̠Ṭ͍̖̮͉͕͕͝ͅ ̨̹̲͔̱̖̟͍͢T͇͍̙̭͘H͖͔̞̺̮͠E̺̙̺͕̫͍͠ ̬̟̟̼̠̠͕͎͟͢F̪̞̗̗̘A͏̭͓͔̱͚̥͕T͈̥̼͓͙͈͔̭͖̀E̯̳̳̯̞̱̮͔͝ ̜̯̪͍̥̗̖̱̟̕͝Y̴̘O̮̫͚̳̼̩̞U͓͖̺ͅ ̣͈͖̘͚͚̘́͜S̵͕̼̫O҉̼̤̝̝͈̳͠ ̴͎͍ͅR̺̣I̳͘͞͠G̦̼H̶̻̲͕͉͈͙̝͝T͎̻͉̘́F̩̞̮̲U̶̷̞͚̱̗͉͞ͅL̷͇̻L̶҉̝̩̩Y̝̣͈͕̣̫͜͝͞ ̧̲̹͚͈͈̙̫ͅD̞̼̙̕͡E̢͕͓͇̘͟S̵̵͎̼͕̺E̶͖̹͓͈̙̻͡R͝͡҉̤̥̱̤V̤̺̣̭̘̝͖̤E̢̢̳̦̰̘!̳͞͞͝"̸̛͈̪͉̹̪̲̣͟

(BUT, NO…IT WOULDN'T BE RIGHT FOR ME TO TAKE CARE OF THIS ALL BY MYSELF. AFTER ALL, WHATEVER WRONGS YOU DID AGAINST ME ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO THE ATROCITIES YOU COMMITTED AGAINST THEM. I THINK IT'S TIME WE BRING BACK SOME OLD FRIENDS, AND LET THEM CARRY OUT THE FATE YOU SO RIGHTFULLY DESERVE!)

William felt himself being lowered to the ground by the Marionette, and watched in bewilderment as Mike's demonic aspect suddenly began to shrink in size, from a towering giant to only slightly taller and larger than Nightmare Springtrap himself. Before he could comment on Mike's seemingly bizarre decision, the man snapped the black claws of his metal gauntlet. Six columns of darkness emanating a blood red aura erupted from the ground next to Mike and the spectral form of the Puppet, three on each side. The shadows roiled and swirled for several seconds before they dispersed, and it was at that moment that William finally realized what Mike had planned. Just like he had done with the Puppet, the man had summoned manifestations of the animatronics that had once been possessed by his children, the animatronics that had defined the happiness of their childhood before they had been tainted into prisons of despair and fear. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Golden Fredbear, and Scrap Baby. All of whom had been recreated exactly as Mike had remembered them from his night shifts and Liz's transformation, all of whom were glaring at William Afton with the same vengeful hatred as their master.

The Marionette's eyes flashed, and more chains wrapped around William Afton, this time specifically around his arms and hands. The Puppet lifted up Nightmare Springtrap's hand so that his it was being forcibly extended in front of him, his fingers spread out. At the same time, Scrap Baby stepped forward ahead of the rest of the animatronics, her green eyes flashing. And as she lifted up her giant claw to the level of William's fingers with a ghoulish grin on her face, William realized exactly what the first of Mike's animatronic-themed torments was about to be.

"͈̲̮̜͘ͅY̷͈̖͎͞Ơ͎̟͈͕̬͢U͍̫̫͢͞͞ ͙̖͓̠̜̦̥̲̼̀͠Ṱ̸̛̼͇͎̻̜̗̲̳O̗̘̜͍̺͚R̕͏̪̬͇E̴̪͘ ̯̠̬͈͇̙̠̞͢A̱̼̺̟̬̭̳͞P̢̳̳̥̠̼A͇͟R͟͏̟̞͕̭͡T̸͎͇̟͍̀ ̟͙͍͈̤͎͜͞YO̴̵̘̩U̷̶̟͈̳̳̣͟R̳͎͙̞͕̣ ̘̬̜͈͞Ḑ̷̤̦̹̥͕A̵̖̝̱̩̜͉̺͝Ư̢͉̫̟̥ͅG̴̪̫̩̭̫̻̥͖HT̪̠̻̹̙̺̞E͖͎̦̱̱͇̣͝R̻͔̤͙̙̞̱̰͝'̶̞̣̲͚̯̜͟͝S͔͎̬ ͏͈̺̻̠͓̖̀S̺̹OU̴̺̖̠͖̣̣͈͝L҉̟͕̭̮,͇̹̭̜̩͘"̶̴̰̝̝̱̼̼̳̬ͅ ̸̨̮̟͚̥̘͓͚̘ Mike hissed, his unearthly voice dripping with venom. "̧͙̫̝̬̼ͅẂ̧͓̭͈͕̱͘I͓̳̯̪̮̞͘̕͟T̶͇̯͝H͉̳̘́ ̲͇͔̳̩̪̀͝E͏͉͕͉͖̝̰͖V͙̲̫͖͇͘͟͠E͔̭̥͉̕R̯̥̗͍͟Y͍̗̯̮ ̶͕H͏̥̼̮̤͕̭͘O҉̱̠͕̪̝̗̤͢NĘ̣͇Y̴̟̼͍̠̩̫͉E̲̭̣͙̖͇̣̰͜D̸̵͓̝̖̲͚͝ ͉͎͍͉̜͙͚̼̯͠LI̡͍̙͕̳̹͢Ę҉̥̺̼̠͈̜ ͖͍̞͈̦̻̲́͘Ý̱̼̱̹̺̺͖͢O̵̜̳̤̱̱̞̹͉̕U҉̧̻͈̼̪̞͓͜ ̨̢̭͓̲̮̟Ẁ̳̥̫́͘H̢̞͈̹̥̰͎̞͘͟I͓͙̱̝̫̠̻͓S̵̢̡͖̹P̨̨͕̮̝̺̟͢E̱͎̘̫̣̬͠R̼̟̮̰̫̺̲̀͜ED̶̛̲̺̦̞̖̲ͅ,͙̫̟̟̞͜ͅ ̯͚̱Ẃ̨̱̰̤̥͈͓̘̪͠I̷̞̖̫̲̮͖͖͘T̛̻͎̥̥͍̮͠ͅH͙̮̼͈͖̝̖̳͟ ̛͚̼̘̦͚̼̼̘̝E͓̻V҉͓̠̫͚̺͙ͅE̝̠̱̯̮̺͕͜R̷̶̠̲̫̗̝͙͘Y̸͕ ͏̥̟̤͙̞͔͡F̴̢̝̹̖̰͡A͓̼̯͘͠LŞ̴͙̭E̴͙͙͓͚̳͞ ͖̺̮̟P̵̙͓͉̣̬̯̭͚̀R̛̛͓̹̭͍͘O̧̗̞̗M̵̢̤̪I̵̡̙̹͇̘̘S̗̭̰̲̺Ę̬̺̪͇̯̝̫͢ͅ ͏̳̤̀Y̡҉̲̬̟O҉҉͏͓͕̩̻͖̮͚͓U̷̙̝͉͖̞̖͇͠ ̳̙͢D̤̥͈͘A̢̰̦̻̻̻̰͜NG̴̤̝̼͓͓̜ͅL̶͎̻̬̪̳̱̤̮̕ͅE̟͕̺͙̭̯͕̘D̶̛͈̯̭̻͞ ͇̻͢I̡̛͙̦͚ͅN̸̛̯͎̼̯̤͎̬ ̸̶̪̖̯̺̫̯F̳̟͘R̩͖͙̳̕͘͞O̝̥̘͓̫̥͟N͏̣̫̮̪T̶̥̲̰͖̭͍͕̱̫ ̥̬̬̞Ǫ̯̗̗̼̳̥̣̭͚F̖͔̦͡ͅ ҉̥͇̜͓͉̺ͅH̴̨̺͕̱̖͔̟E̳̳͕̮͘R̠͉̲͟,̛̹ ̯̲̺̬̪̞̣͠Y̳̺͡ͅO̼̞͜U̶̴͎͉͙ ̭͓̣̫͓͕͜͞R͎͍̹͔̲̹͔̝͞I̻P̸̼̫̀P̫̗̞̳͈͇̜̺̀E̵̜̪̩͖͓͞D҉͍͚̥̯͓ ̣̲̤̻̗̘͙ A̵̻͔̰̯̳̩̕P̛̤̯͍̞̼͓͙A̡̫̤̹̫̭̭̺̝͞R̡̤̘͞͝T͔̫̫̪͟ ͡͏̯̬̭̼̩̀E̩̘̘͈̭̭͙V̧̭̘̮̯̟͔̲̜̘ERYT̟̣̀Ḩ̝̲̝̞͙̯Í̙̟̺̼̝͔͙̬̕N̪͍̹̜̜̮͉̤G̞ͅͅ ҉̨̯͔T̢̗͎̞͚̤̻̘͔̞͡HA̯̣͉̟̮͈̠̰͞T͍͇͔͖̜̹̤ ̵̥̣̹͇̺̼͡H̵̵̠̙̟̝̻̭̙Á̱͕̣̭͖ͅD͚̦̳̘͟ͅ ̶̪̖͍̙͎̥T̮̳̙̲̮͍̻͚͞H͈̻̤E̵̖͈̬̠̥̲ͅ ̸̱̜͝P҉̶̹̖̫͓OTENT̗̬͈̞̯͙̰̺͠͠I̸̮̤̙̼Ą̖̳͕ͅL̡̦͙̜ ̸̗̯Ţ̝͍̳̰̖̱͈́̀O̷̸̝̘͢ ͏̥͎̹̜͇̜͙B̩̦E̖̝͔̙͡ ̶͔͇͈͓͉̞̦͉́N͏͓͍̤̺̱̪͓̯̘O͔̗͝B̩̙̤̪̺̺͝L͉͍͓͖̞Ȩ̙̘̞͓̻̭̮͢ ̛̖͘ ̶҉͈̙̤͝Á̘̠̣͇̠̙ͅŅ̸̥̰̩̩̯͕̹͖̕Ḏ̨͉͇̖̳ ̼̻̥̰̖̦͟ͅG̨͏̝̱̖̖̭O͚O̡͏̪̹̩̱͘D̞̕͟͜ ̸̢̞̰̱̕F̳̘̤̻̙̺̠̪̕R̡̖̱͜O̮͉̙M̴͇̟͉̪̥̹̳͡ͅ ͖̘̺͙̘́H̻̟̙͖̺̝̫͟͠É̳͎͕̞̱͢ͅR̷̯͖̞̺̀͢,̜͇̠̟̮͍͚͚̼́̕ ̡̲̖̟͎͎͎PI͈͙͔͇̹E̙̰͔̖̲̩͚̖͜͜C̢͕̗Ẹ̸̢̣͝ ̸҉͍͓͔̫͎ͅB͈͙̱̣͔͔Y͏̺͍͖͕͓̼ ͚͙̩͎̠̲̲̀͞P̵̴̯̻̹̺̠I̵̢͉̪̣̫E̴̸̘͇͍͙C̵̵͚̀Ḛ̷̩͉̕ͅ.̯̻̱͠͠ ̪͚̣S̬̬̣̕͝O͏͈͈̥͉͉̖ ̴̺͈̭I̺̙͉͖̦ ̵̼̜͔̹͓Ṯ͔̣̱H̨̙̘̹̲̩̹́I̶̸̟̥̩̝̥̝͚̝N̸̖̗K̛̬̻̼̺̪ ̵̰̀͟I̵҉̠̤͖̜̺̤T̵̖ͅ'̛͖S̛̬̗̝̣̣͉̕ ̡̩̫̠̮̟̩͎̥̥̕O̡̭̫̝̰̮͙͍͡N̷̥̰̞͙L͔̤̺̭̖͎̪͜͞Y̵̰̘̺̘ ̴̲F͇̤̩̤̩̕A̲̖̜͈̯͢͢I͍̠̱͎̲̰̜R̨͚̗̫͔̥͚̪̕ ̢̦͕̹̹̜̙̺̗T̷̶͇̳̳̻͢H̶̨͙̺̦͚̻̭̠A̴̵͚̟̼͉̯̣̲ͅṮ́͢ ͉̖T̖̠͙̳́Ḥ̛͚̫̜̰͍͓͈͡Ę͈̟͉͈͍̗̭͟ ̬K̶̯͈͍̟͔̝͠ͅI҉̰͈̗̘̱͍̠̭̹L͎̖̘L̢̝̫͓͟Į̵̜̺͍̮͉̗̼̤̭N͎̗̥̬̠͜G̸̵̬̭̜͈̪̭̺̕ͅ ̬̪͝M̶͍AC̴̵̯̖̲̭͇̣H̴͚̱͉̹͉̬I͏̖͈̥̤̹Ṇ̛̠͞E̢̧̦͝ ͉̮̥̖͕̘̰͠T͢҉͍͍̭̬H̟̭͍̗̣͍̯͟͠ͅÀ͕̣̱̜͓̜͖T̛̤̗͎̜̹̱͉ ͏̡̟͈͕͍͖͘Ỳ̴̶̲̰̦̹Ó̠̰̘̪͎U͍̙͜͝ ̮̮̝̝͙̪̞̯͕͘T̻͚͠U̢҉̙̲̮͕͉͙̞̕R̮͉͉̹̼͎͡͠N̫̹̤̙̲̣͜E҉̦͉̘̝D͚̙͓̖̫͔͚ͅ ̨̙͍̬̯͠Ḫ̠͞E͕͔͜͞R͘͏̗̗̫͔ ̷̸̗̰̮̼́I̸̹͕͈̦͔̖̼͢͝NT̶̥̪̙̥̗̪Ơ͔̘̖̙͖̳ ̺̯̹̮̜́͠N̵̫͎̮̩̖̹͙̕͜OW͈̱͔͈̠̻̖̣͝͝ ̶̖̤̬̬̰̲̦͝R̢̺̠E̡͇͎̼͖̕T̟U͚̬̖R҉̨̗̥̬͜Ń̸͉͕̝̘S̷̠̗̱̞͞ ̵͏̼͙̳̪̦̺̱̞T̶͏̛̙̲̙͙͙͖͈̖̯Ḥ̘͉͙̮͈̳̤́E̯̕ ̴̭͕ͅF̩̼̪̫̟̰͎͖̬A̷̡͖V͈̮̘̬̮̭́ͅO̠͖̱̫͖͚̖R̡̘̦̣̰̰̬ͅͅ.̶̛̝̫̣̗̬̭͞.̳͉̮̟̞͇́.̦͖̲͉͢͜͝"̢͈̠̹̤ His mouth stretched into a horrific sneer that mirrored the expression on Scrap Baby's face, ""̶̷͉̙̥̠͔͙̻̬͇͘.̴̞̙̝̰̗͎͇͉.̟̰̻̭̙.̰̻̕ͅƠ͎̟͝NE̹̣̞͢͠ ̵̦́F̩̰I̶̡̯͢N̵͕͓̖̮͇̮̦G̢̝̭̪͔̖̱͢Ę̲̬͖̙̲̹͚̀R͏̗̳̯̙͈͉͟ ͏̳̤̮͔͓̲͎͈͢͜A̪̳̥͚̬̟̱T̵͍̗̗̻̩͖ͅ ̷͓͔̜̝̥͉̥̭͔Ą̢͉̞̙͖ ̷͎̞̹̲̦̞̦͝͞T̛̳̻̺̹̜̹͟I̧̛͓̦͈̞͖͠M̵̢̙̻͚͓͔̠ͅE̶͙.̡̺̬̟͙͜͟ͅ"̪͔̣̗

(YOU TORE APART YOUR DAUGHTER'S SOUL. WITH EVERY HONEYED LIE YOU WHISPERED, WITH EVERY FALSE PROMISE YOU DANGLED IN FRONT OF HER, YOU RIPPED APART EVERYTHING THAT HAD THE POTENTIAL TO BE NOBLE AND COOD FROM HER PIECE BY PIECE. SO I THINK IT'S ONLY FAIR THAT THE KILLING MACHINE THAT YOU TURNED HER INTO NOW RETURNS THE FAVOR…ONE FINGER AT A TIME.)

William's eyes widened in terror and he desperately tried to pull away his hand, or even clench his fist. But the Marionette's chains would not allow him to move even an inch, even as the Scrap Baby simulacrum drew ever closer, her lobster-like claw ready to carry out her creator's twisted justice. Scrap Baby maneuvered her claw so that Nightmare Springtrap's left thumb was positioned neatly in between its two crushers.

The monstrous clown killer's claw snapped shut, and the tortured screams of a damned soul rang throughout the void. For by invading the mind of a father whose love for his children was matched only by his hatred of their murderer, William Afton had traded one Hell for another.

And the new tormentor would show him no more mercy than the old.

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A/N: Dark!Mike? Forget Dark!Mike. Now we have Demon!Mike. And the way I imagine him is the unholy combination of the Balrog, Sauron, a Warhammer 40K Daemon Prince, and the Grim Reaper. In other words, on a scale of one to ten for how bad of an idea it is to piss him off, I'd rate him at a nice, solid "YOU'RE FUCKED."

What is the greater Hell? A realm of torment with demons who have literally thousands of years of experiencing torturing and breaking the souls of the damned? Or a realm of torment in which one person, a person who hates and despises you more than any other being on Earth, has free will to bend reality to do whatever the fuck he wants to do to you? I'm honestly not sure what the answer to that question would be.

I was originally going to write the "Mike tortures William" chapter as only one chapter, but that plan was quickly altered. With my shelf exam last week, I simply didn't have the time to write that long a chapter in two weeks. And on reflection, what I do have planned would be WAY too long for a single chapter anyway. Besides, something of this importance and magnitude is far too important to be crammed into only a single chapter.

There's also the fact that Zalgo text is a PAIN IN THE ASS to edit once I upload this into . So there's that.

I think Mike using the animatronics to torture William is the perfect revenge, since William was the one responsible for turning them into monsters and irrevocably corrupting the innocence of the Fazbear franchise and Circus Baby in the first place. And if you think what I've written is already bad, whoo boy…

.̶̮͕̜̙̲ͅ.̴̟̳̱͇̬̼̩̺͢.̳̫̀W̱͇̤̖̯͎͡͞E͢҉͖̪'̮̖̣̫̰R̡̝̼̫̝E̹͉̹̟͜͝ ͜͏̟͚O͖̝̣̫͕N҉̪̺̭̳̘͚̞̀͠ͅL͕͙̬̝̪̞̺̭̠͟͡Y̸̦̝͈̣̣̝͎ ̸̧̗͉͓̗͢J̶̳̤̣͟͠U̸̷̮̼̗̼͇̼͟S̷̸̷̤̞̣̫̞̭̬͕T̤̟̹ ̡̝͈̰͔̻̠̖ͅG̹͍Ẹ̴̩̩͔͇̤͠T̢̤̮͡T͜҉̪̳̰̣̥̕I̕͏̝̩̳͕̰Ń̮̦̼̦̖͚͎̱̕͢G҉҉̞ ̛̙̺͔̼̪̰͠S̬̝̩͎̱͜T̴͚̯͠A̴̪̻̥̼̮̮̮̳̯RT̶̛̜̜̞́E̵̙̳͕̯̘͙͘D͓͕͚͈͇̝̗͘͡.̟͉̯̝̮̕͞

(…WE'RE ONLY JUST GETTING STARTED.)

And on that pleasant note, hope you guys enjoyed!