Henry rushed out to the parking lot, going as fast as he could. The moment his feet hit the blacktop, he darted straight for one of the company cars. Using the keys he had swiped on the way out, he unlocked it and slid in. Another vehicle drove towards the exit of the lot, a purple car Henry knew all too well. He wasted no time in turning the ignition and slamming on the gas. His vehicle jerked forward and veered in front of the exit, just as William's reached it. The bumper of his car smashed into the side of Henry's. Henry hardly reacted to the collision, glaring savagely through his windshield at William who looked taken aback.

Only shocked for a moment, William glared right back at him and switched the car into reverse. Swearing under his breath, Henry jerked the steering wheel to the right. As his car turned, the two bumpers made impact, metal bashing against metal. Some glass from the headlights sprayed across the ground. Neither man was fazed. William backed up again, nearly straight into the building while Henry pursued. His car stopped inches from the other, nearly being smashed as William pulled around him and sped straight through the grass, then to the road. Breathing hard and trembling through his rage, Henry watched the purple vehicle speed away. He lost sight of it quickly and slammed his palm against the steering wheel in frustration.

"What a coward," he said through gritted teeth. Though tempted to drive after William, Henry knew he had to get back to Michael and Charlie, both of which were still injured. He would deal with that foul man later.

It took him quite a few minutes to leave the heavily dented car, take the clunky elevator, and find his way to the room he'd left them in. When he did, he found Michael and Charlie snuggled up to each other as they sat against the wall. Michael appeared to have fallen asleep, but Charlie looked up at her father the moment he entered.

"What happened?" she asked. "Did you find him?"

"Yes, but I couldn't stop him from leaving," Henry said, his voice tight and hard. "At least we know where he lives and works, we run a business together for crying out loud. He won't be hard to find."

"We could also call the police," said Charlie. "Or file a case against him." She shrugged, tugging a strand of her hair. "Or do, I don't know, something like that."

"I'm not sure how effective that would be." He scratched his head in thought. "He's had many lawsuits against both him and our company. I very much doubt we could get anything to stick, not without proper evidence."

"I'm sure we have evidence," she said. "Like the blueprints I found. That would be plenty evidence, right? It would be clear that the animatronics were made to kill if we had those, and William can't lie forever."

Henry frowned, reflecting on all the incidents reported during their time running Fazbear Entertainment. So far, not one had caused much difficulty at all. William just seemed to have a way with bending the law and the courts, and not to mention, the police in the area were not all that great when it came to actually locking up suspects, or even finding good suspects to begin with. He supposed it was the reason Fazbear Entertainment still went on, even after the missing children reports.

Despite these discouraging thoughts, he forced a smile and nodded. "Of course. We could always go retrieve those now. Although, that would technically be stealing, and if it's stolen evidence, then it cannot be used in court."

Charlie sat up a bit straighter, making Michael slump against her. "But what if it proves he's guilty? Then could it be used?"

Henry shook his head grimly.

"But that's not fair!" She threw her hands up.

"Many things aren't fair, Charlie." He went closer and knelt down beside her. His smile growing more genuine, he rested a hand on her shoulder. "But we'll do something to stop him, he won't go for long without paying for what...what he did to our Sammy." He looked down, familiar and horrid grief coming over him. "I promise. And...I'm truly sorry I never told you about his death. You found out in the most horrible way, and I'm so sorry for that."

"It's okay, Dad." Charlie put her hand on his and smiled back, her brown eyes glistening with tears. "I understand why you didn't. Let's just focus on getting out of here and catching that monster. That way, it won't happen to anyone else."

He nodded and brushed away one of her tears at it fell down her cheek. "Of course." His eyes drifted to Michael who was now sprawled on the floor, his head resting on one of Charlie's thighs. "Hm." Henry frowned. "Looks like he's wiped out."

She glanced down at him, red creeping across her face. "Ah, mhm. I'll wake him up." She drew her hand away from Henry's then began to gently shake Michael, murmuring his name a couple of times. He stirred, then woke up, his single eye opening. Looking groggy, he merely blinked up at Charlie for a good minute or so.

When he fully awoke, he stiffened and immediately sat up. "Oops. Did...did I seriously fall asleep like that?" He laughed nervously and shifted his gaze away. To Henry's confusion and suspicion, he was also blushing.

Charlie laughed along with Mike. "Um...yeah, sort of." The amusement and bashfulness faded from her face. "My dad couldn't catch William. He got away."

"Big surprise," Michael muttered. "Now what do we do?"

"Get you back to the doctor, for one," Henry said. "You've barely recovered at all."

"And then?" Charlie said.

"Figure all this out," Michael answered before Henry could, his eye flitting over the broken endoskeleton. "There's more going on, I just know it. That horrifying Fredbear is proof of that. And there might also be something, uh...supernatural." He sent Henry a cautious look, clearly worried the man might think him crazy or spewing nonsense.

Exhaling, Henry said, "Yes, I think you might be right."

"Really?" Michael said.

"I'm not sure what you have experienced," Henry said, rising from the floor, "but I've seen some, well, unexplainable things happen around the pizzeria."

"Just another thing to figure out, I guess." Charlie stood, then bent down to help Michael up. He staggered as she did, nearly toppling over. Henry helped steady him, then after exchanging a few final words, the trio made their way back through the building. They exited into Michael's garage, both he and Charlie struggling up the ladder. The two were positively exhausted, but neither collapsed and they all made it to the suspicious doctor's office. Michael returned to his room, where he remained for several days, recovering and having his condition surveyed.

As this went on, Henry constantly called and searched for William, but his house was empty of people and he did not return to the pizzeria. Many workers said they saw him, but he was never there when Henry was, and even when he wasn't, William apparently rarely showed up. Unfortunately, because of his absence, the other people of Fazbear Entertainment began to gain more control, as Henry had earlier feared. Though he wanted to end the franchise once and for all, he found he was losing more control of it by the day. Perhaps he could use this in his favor though, as a way to lure in William and further investigate the mysterious happenings of the pizzeria. That horrendous man had to show up at some point, and when he did, Henry would be ready. No. All three of them would.

Three weeks after the final incident, Charlie sat in the living room of her apartment and watched her television silently. She sighed in boredom. After all the happenings at her last job, it felt wrong sitting at home and doing nothing. She wanted to do something, find a way to stop William, but so far, no such opportunity presented itself. She hadn't even been able to spend much time with Michael, seeing as he was in the hospital for quite a while, and then too injured to do much but hang out now and then. It made her rather sad, knowing they hadn't gone on a proper date yet.

As she began to channel surf, a knock came at the door. She clicked the TV off, then stood and answered it. She expected it to be her landlord or perhaps one of her friends, but the actual person standing in the hall just about made her burst with happiness.

"Mike!" She jumped forward and flung her arms around him, nearly knocking him over.

He laughed and hugged her back. "Hey, Cheerios. Guess you weren't expecting me, huh?"

"Not at all." She shut her eyes, savoring his familiar embrace. He felt stronger than before, his arms firmly around her, no longer weak or shaky. It relieved her to know he had at least mostly recovered from the scooping incident. The only noticeable changes were his unusually pale complexion, and his right eye. She drew away from him and looked up at it. Of course, he'd lost his eye, and in its place was merely an empty black socket. The bizarre and frightening part, though, was the fact a glowing white light replaced where his eyeball once was. Apparently, he could see out of it. They assumed it to be a side effect of the remnant in his body, or some other supernatural cause.

"Does it freak you out?" Michael asked, startling her from her thoughts.

"What? Oh, uh..." She reached up, resting her hand on the side of his face. Her thumb brushed against the skin near his missing eye. She smiled fondly. "Honestly, not really. It's unusual, and sort of beautiful."

He took her hand and moved it to his lips. As he pressed a soft kiss to her fingertips, she giggled. He chuckled along, releasing her hand. "I'm glad. I sort of...don't like it, but I guess I'll get used to it."

"Mhm," she said. "You know, I'm glad you came, I was dying of boredom."

"Good." A smile spread over his face.

"Good?" She crossed her arms, sending him a faked angry look. "So you want me to die of boredom?"

Michael shook his head, laughing. "No, no. I just forgot to add onto the statement. I came here to ask you if you wanted to go to a restaurant together, and seeing as you're bored, it seemed more likely. So...would you like to?"

She smiled back at him. "Definitely." Her pleased smile wavered. "And you mean as in, um, a date, right?"

"Well duh." He nudged her teasingly. "We literally kissed, Charlie. What else would it be?"

"Okay, okay," she said, nudging him back. "Oh! Let me get dressed up a little. I'll knock your socks off, Eggs!" She took off into her apartment, hastily entering her bedroom. As Michael waited in the living room, she looked through her clothes. She wished Jessica were with her to give tips on what to wear. Charlie hardly ever dressed anything but casual, and she had never been on a proper date before; she had no idea what to put on. She did not want to go formal, but also didn't want to look too informal, either. Perhaps something a little bit cuter than one of her usual outfits would do. So, in the end, she settled on a pretty but simple dress, paired with a jean jacket and leather sandals. After accessorizing with a few bracelets, she emerged from her room.

"What do you think?" She motioned to herself.

Michael stood up from the couch and went over to her. He took her hand, then gently spun her around, making her laugh. "Beautiful," he said, beaming at her. "You ready then?"

"Definitely." She grasped his hand tighter, then together, they left the apartment. Michael drove them both to a decent restaurant on the other side of town, where they enjoyed a pleasant and cheerful dinner. It felt much like their usual outings, although unlike before, they occasionally flirted and it was in a slightly different setting. Charlie didn't even feel nervous, like she knew most people did on a first date. She felt comfortable around Mike, he just felt like home. How glad and relieved she was that the two of them had survived, and despite all the unsolved problems and horrid William situation, she was excited to see where their relationship went. It felt like up till now she'd barely taken a moment to think of what getting into a relationship with him would actually be like. She hadn't stopped to consider if it was even a good idea, as if it could ruin their friendship. Now she was completely certain it wouldn't be a mistake. He was her best friend, and now her boyfriend, someone she loved profusely. Already, she felt excited for the endless possibilities ahead of them.

As Michael drove her back towards her apartment, they continued to chat happily. They'd avoided discussing the peril they went though as well as William, but soon Michael went silent, his pleased expression now neutral. Charlie winced. She knew his body language and expressions well, could usually read him like a book. Obviously, something was amiss.

"Mike?" she said. "What's wrong?"

"Hmm?" He sent her an odd look. "Nothing's wrong."

"Not buying it," she said. "Obviously something is. What—" She broke off when the car turned sharply to the right, straight into the parking lot of the pizzeria. She stiffened as they slammed to a halt in a parking spot. "Michael, what the heck are we doing here?" she whispered, as if someone could hear them, though of course they could not. "It's closed, and my dad's barely here anymore, anyway."

Michael said nothing, staring at it through the window of the car. With a heavy sigh, he slumped against the back of his chair and released the steering wheel. "We can't just sit around and do nothing, Charlie. Henry can't do all the work, we need to help."

She frowned, glancing between him and the dark pizzeria. "What are we supposed to do then? We don't have many leads, and we have no way to really sue William or get ahold of the police."

"Well, I still need a job..." he said, speaking slowly.

"What?" She tensed even more. "Michael, no. The last time we did that, we both almost died. Heck, you practically did die! I'm not...we can't...we..." She sighed and looked away. "Okay. Okay, fine. But what would getting a job there even accomplish?"

"We could look around more easily," he said. "Better chance at catching my father if he goes there, and we can investigate. We already know the place well, anyway."

"But if William knew we worked there, he wouldn't come."

"True..."

"Wait, except most of the employees have been replaced, ever since my dad lost control of most the company. People might not recognize us."

"That's right! We could use false names."

"Work undercover?" Charlie said, the smallest of smiles finding its way to her lips. "Risky, but sort of exciting. Plus, it won't be too dangerous." Her smile vanished. "Right?"

Michael hesitated, taking a deep breath. "Yes, of course not. We know this place, and the animatronics seem at least a little safer. Besides, there are probably a lot of different job openings, since they're rehiring most people. We'll choose something safe."

She looked away. "Hmm. Maybe..."

"Hey, it'll be alright." He took her hand in his, drawing her gaze back to him. "We can be more careful this time, especially with Henry's help. I know it's scary, I...I'm frightened myself, but, Charlie—" his expression darkened— "there's something in that pizzeria. We've both heard voices, there has to be something else going on in there. I think we should investigate, I...I just feel like we should. Like something's...calling me." He looked at the pizzeria, then at her again. "But of course, if you don't want to, then—"

"No," she cut in, setting her jaw firmly. "I do. We have to stop this and figure it out, for Sammy, for Elizabeth, and for any other children that William's killed."

Michael smiled sadly and nodded. "Knew I could count on you."

She smiled back, some sorrow also lingering in it. "Just promise I won't lose you."

"I promise," he said, "and you better, too."

"I do," said she. "But like you said, we have to be more careful. No more close calls or injuries."

"Definitely," he said, briefly touching his stomach, which Charlie guessed still had the scar or even the wound from the scooper. He breathed a small sigh. "Too bad there's no one else we could trust with all this. It's such a complicated and horrible situation, and I know basically nobody except you and Henry."

The thought of Michael having virtually no one but her and her father saddened Charlie, but she brushed it off when a new idea came to her. "Actually—" she grinned— "I might know just the right people for the job."

For the next week, Michael and Charlie planned out what they would do, discussing it with Henry as well. They came up with a fairly solid plan, and finally told some of Charlie's close friends the news. She trusted them fully, and Michael liked them well enough. Including them in something like this guaranteed a bigger chance at not only catching William but getting answers and ensuring their safety. They were all quite shocked and angry that she hadn't told them about it till then, but it was mostly out of worry for her. Even so, despite having full lives for themselves, they agreed to help her out as much as they could, even if not all of them ended up actually working at the pizzeria. This pleased and relieved Charlie. They all agreed to meet up at the pizzeria, where they would see which jobs they could possibly get.

Taking a breath to ready herself, Charlie came up beside Michael who stood near the entrance of the pizzeria. He stared up at the sign, a neutral expression on his face. She kissed his cheek and sent him an encouraging smile. He smiled back, then they turned towards the people approaching them from behind—Jessica, Carlton, John, and Marla.

"So let me get this straight," Carlton said. "Mike's dad is a psycho and this place is possibly haunted, so you want to work here for some reason?"

"To catch William and uncover any secrets." Jessica rolled her eyes. "Weren't you listening when they explained it?"

"Mostly." He shrugged. "Pretty freaky stuff. I can barely believe it."

"Me neither," John said, Marla nodding along to his words. "I had no idea anything like that was even possible."

"Well, you better believe it." Michael turned back to the building, determination passing over his face. "Because we're about to dive headfirst into this situation."

"But we can do it," Charlie said. She and Michael took each other's hands and exchanged one last smile.

Speaking in unison, they said, "Together." With that final word, the group entered the pizzeria, ready to apply for any job they could get. Michael and Charlie hoped soon they would receive the answers they longed for. But there was no telling what could await them in the midst of the pizzeria...

Author's Note: And thus ends the Sister Location arc! (Mostly.) Originally, this was where the fic ended and would have continued onto book 2, but we've still got some more stuff to cover. Michael and Charlie aren't out of the woods just yet...