Screw William Afton - or maybe, something stronger, you know?

Here be the first of a series in a oneshot story. Inspired by Charlie and the Chocolate Factory...blueberry inflation. Be warned, for those too sensitive, for there is IMMENSE body horror. I own NOTHING - except my OC who is a minor character in here.

Chapter One

The Wrath of Ennard

The alarm blared in his ears, snapping him out of his stupor. Groaning, he turned and shut the damn thing off.

"Damn...first day of the new -"

RIIIIING!

Michael Afton yelped and just about fell out of his bed, narrowly missing the corner of his nightstand. That would have taken his eyeball out and would have made a freaking hell of a morning. The ringing snapped him upright, and he yanked it off, entangling his fingers within the cord and almost yelling. "Y-yeah, who is this?"

"Mike, sorry to wake you, but I got some...news."

"Uncle Henry, what's up?" Michael stood up on both feet, his gray sleeping pants partially sliding off his ass, and he pulled them back up out of habit. He'd lived with the guy ever since his own father kicked him out following Evan's death - his fault, but Henry to this day insisted that he never could have known that the malfunction of Fredbear's jaws would take place when he wasn't even part of the process. When he was just a kid. A kid who was the worst brother ever.

And now just recently, those kids went missing at the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. William Afton had been suspect, arrested, but then let go when the children were never found. He disappeared off the face of the earth after that, and not only those children whose families still bayed for William's blood, but so did the old Kai couple whose daughter and son-in-law had gone missing, leaving them the custody of their granddaughter.

He was NOT prepared for what his uncle, William's former business partner, said just minutes after he'd woken. "I'm coming heading over to the police station right now. It's best you meet me there, and we talk together."

~o~

"Mr. Emily, Mr. Afton."

Last time he was here, it was after he'd put his younger brother's head up to the animatronic yellow bear's jaws, the sickening crunch still in his nightmares to this day. It had been two years now, and everyone in Hurricane still looked at him the way he did, the whispers at school never stopping, and if he so much as physically fought back, he was in for it, so he sucked it up. Most of his friends in his old group abandoned him, but now he had Jeremy Fitzgerald who didn't look at him the way everyone else did.

Here at the police station, the old feeling was back, but for different reasons. He did his best to avoid making eye contact with every cop here, Henry's presence helping a little.

"I'd ask how you're doing, the both of you, but it's stupid," newly promoted Chief Clay Burke told them as he grimly and unsteadily sat down behind his desk. Whatever it was, it got the man shaken enough for Michael to notice. He looked at Henry, seeing the tremble primarily in his shoulders. His expression betrayed nothing except a myriad of different stuff in his eyes: fear, anger, and...disgust? Michael hadn't been told a damned thing yet and was starting to lose his patience; at the same time, his stomach growled with nausea at whatever got his guardian and the chief grossed out and traumatized. "But we got William Afton in custody, first of all."

Relief and dismay erupted and washed over Michael inside, though it was bittersweet at most. He never would have thought William capable of such things, other than laying a hand on his eldest that first and only time right after the bite and disowning him immediately after. William Afton was many things, but a murderer? "Does this mean...?" Michael managed after feeling Henry's hand on his shoulder to bring him back to the present.

His guardian nodded, lips pursed. "Never wanted to believe it in the beginning, but I'd had my suspicions anyway, Mike, but yes. Your father did...abduct the children, and may have killed my little girl." He choked at the mention of Charlie. "They're still looking into the old house and at the establishment, but so far, there's a boatload of old security tapes he'd hidden, that he never dared to show the police before they turned their attention on him. He's responsible for that, and more!"

Henry had bent forward in his seat at some point, staying that way until the end of his tirade. Immediately, Michael jumped out of his chair to kneel beside him, the harsh grinding of the leg ends like scratches on a chalkboard. He latched both hands onto both of Henry's, cupping them and holding them in place.

"I knew from back then he was guilty," Chief Burke said through his teeth, getting up from behind his desk and walking around to join them, opposite of Michael, but he remained standing and placed a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Never found the kids, but now...now that we took a better look at those robots on the stage through Parts and Service...goddamn it, he was so clever to hide them in a place we never would have thought obvious."

"...where were they?" Michael demanded, heart pounding with the terror and sickness that had festered from the pit of his stomach.

"In the animatronics," Henry forced out. "Gabriel Grace in Freddy. Jeremy O'Neill in Bonnie. Susie Stampler in Chica. And Fritz Wilson in Foxy. Still searching for Cassidy Landis, but I have a feeling where. We still had those damned old springlock suits from the diner, and she could be in one of them."

William Afton was a monster, a waste of oxygen and human existence. I should have known, but he kicked me out and wanted nothing more to do with me. As a result, I thought nothing much about him except going on with a better father figure in Henry. At least he was a far better person than his partner was. I thought...I thought my father needed to be alone with Elizabeth since Mom was...

...wait, what did he do to Mom? He said she just up and left, but what if...?

Michael was scared to ask, but first, he had to know. "Where is that bastard now, Chief?"

There was the hesitation and thick swallowing of the throat. "That's where...it gets complicated, Michael. We have grounds for his arrest, the evidence being gathered, but where he's at and everything...it's best you both see for yourself, but I should warn you you're gonna want some vomit bags and trash cans nearby."

~o~

"Not long after the kids vanished and their parents screamed bloody murder - except one parent we don't even like based on her demeanor - we got customers complaining of the smell of DEATH, and one father reporting seeing blood and mucus, and then others after him. It was enough for us to look..."

His father was a murderer.

Henry had said he should have known, especially after William returned from Vietnam that time...

Michael thought his father was distant and neglected him, Evan, and Elizabeth because of the business, and...well...it was much more complicated than he thought. Now he wondered if William ever loved any of them now that this was out in the open. Was he ever capable of love period? Or did he just need a moral anchorage as long as it suited him, and he just snapped as soon as it no longer had its use?

Did he kill Mom like he did those kids?! Burke did assure him they were looking into that, the narrowing of his eyes a clear indicator of his hatred towards William Afton, since he had a wife and son of his own. It made Michael wish he'd had that kind of family, but what was done was done.

He and Henry were guided to the hospital, but really, it was more "complicated" than that. Complicated, my ass.

Who the hell would know what to do with his father's oddball condition in the hospital? Well, they got him here because they had no idea what the shit to do with him, and everyone in Hurricane knew what he'd done. Off the radar or not, no one would forgive or forget in a small town. Michael was also a little afraid they'd take it out on him because he was a murderer's son, despite the fact he had zilch to do with any of it.

The goddamned MORGUE of all places was where they kept William Afton, far away from the other patients and visitors, and in the actual room where the corpses unclaimed would be kept. The smell of death lingered there, but also of other filth, too, that he wasn't gonna put a name to for his sanity. He gagged, miraculously not puking his guts out, and little did he know it would get worse. "You'll never believe how we got the truth, either," Chief Burke went on despite his disturbance, as they approached the doors. "We got a tip from a maintenance worker who found disturbing stuff involving how the animatronics behaved, especially Circus Baby, and that they seemed to come after him night after night until now. He had enough of working with them and came to us...right around the time we were approached by the man himself, and then things got eerie from there. It wasn't good for any of the stomachs - the doctor who examined him even now, a few of my officers, and myself included, but here I am now - here because no one's seen anything like this." The doors were opened then in time for who was inside to scream out, comically and unnervingly.

"MICHAEL, HENRY!"

~o~

Henry was the first to slap a hand over his mouth and gag, not just at the unpleasant aromas, but at the sight of what had become of his ex-friend and business partner. He then turned and heaved dryly before returning to why they were here. Michael was amazed he didn't puke up the bile and whatever was left of his breakfast he'd managed before coming. Chief Burke didn't have his old expressions as he'd grown used to this by now, just neutrality. He closed the door behind the two men and stepped up closer to them, keeping to the center.

Oh, God, what is all of this? An alien - something alien come into the real world and infected or impregnated my father, like the movie Alien?! Or some Willy Wonka shit, except no chewing gum?

William Afton was a new form altogether, belonging to any of those movies or another he didn't know of. Could you even call him a human being anymore, that nine-foot-high-and-wide ball of naked flesh, where the head was at the front and center like a belly button? Don't get Michael started on looking around every angle for the feet and hands, because he saw William's hands jutting out on either side where they belonged. His dark hair was thinner than the son remembered, early balding signs but not naturally with aging, and sweating heavily as he did everywhere else. That uncanny double chin would have looked out of place on his normal face and neck just as it did now.

"Well, well, well." William coughed a few times, spitting out some strange, dark liquid down his chin in the process, his bulbous body jiggling visibly and audibly. "My murdering little seed and the traitor finally decide to show up."

"You're the traitor, Afton," Henry growled. "You killed my little girl and had the nerve to comfort me during and after her funeral! You blamed Mike for something we were indirectly responsible for and kicked him out of his own home! And you took other lives for WHAT?"

"...neither of you would understand. Everything I know goes with me - AAARRRGH!" William suddenly screamed, a great lurch of his body accompanying. The men jumped out of their skins.

"What's going on with you, Father?!"

"It HURTS, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!"

"I know it hurts," Michael shouted back, "but what happened to you?"

Burke cleared his throat. "Might be best if I showed you on the tape we saved. I just radioed for the doctors." Even if there was little they could do except minimize whatever the hell this was.

Back in the chief's office, the three men were gathered around the television, the tape in its player.

"Well, Afton, you're toast. Thought you'd keep getting away with murdering innocent people for what?"

The scene played out in one of the interrogation rooms. William was uncuffed at the table, having "surrendered" on his own accord upon learning that one of his own workers betrayed him, and everything he had was falling apart. At least, that was how it seemed, but it was too easy. "You would never understand."

"Don't bullshit us this time. Your son being killed by one of your robots, due to a malfunction that could have been prevented, then your daughter and wife going missing after that, and now this. Do you have any idea how much damage you've caused the families affected as well as your own?"

"Oh, how DARE you -!"

It was at that moment, that William burst up in his seat, the cop interrogating pulling out his gun to stun him, but before anything could happen, the suspect himself cried out in pain and shock, falling off his feet and hitting the floor. The quality was too poor to show every explicit detail, but Burke explained it without a shred of emotion: William landed on his side, back arching as if something inside him was twisting him as if his bones lost control or something.

Then everything happened so fast in succession: William's abdomen began to bloat outward, along with his thighs. They stretched against his clothes, but you could hear the slight ripping, Burke added as he'd come in himself with backup and the medical examiner who was one of two to be brought in and examine the corpses of the children in the suits. Afton writhed in agony, losing further control of himself and spewing obscenities, and it continued even as he was brought out of the room, loaded onto a stretcher that had been wheeled in for emergencies. He was taken to the hospital right away, but by that time, the belt holding his pants together had come loose and snapped off along with the button keeping his fly together, along with the ones on his shirt. Eventually, the clothes were ripped by the stretching, leaving him naked as the day he was born, and gaining so much weight faster than anyone in life.

It was as if whatever was INSIDE William had strategically calculated the movements and timing, stretching his body of its choosing, and here he was now.

The interrogation tape had ended with William rolling out of the station, but Michael could picture it all like in a movie, and they were images he was so damned glad he was spared from seeing, though he would gladly die happy without SEEING them for the rest of his life. He could picture William being too heavy to walk on his own, stumbling and losing his balance in the process, shoes still on his feet and no doubt causing discomfort to his ankles. He could hear screams and bodies thudding as people passed out in horror at the sight, some vomiting or just dry heaving. He saw his father's abnormally large belly which in no way gave the impression of a normal woman's pregnancy, hiding the genital area perfectly, thighs jiggling with each movement along with the oversized buttocks that put athletes' and wrestlers' to shame. Not one, but two stretchers were required to hurdle him away, and by the time the bloating ceased at the moment, William Afton's body was immensely unrecognizable.

"Though there's no definitive answer at the present, it was clear that whatever is in him is keeping him from escaping," Chief Burke finished. "He refuses to answer and say what it is. I have a feeling he knows and won't tell us himself."

Just then, the phone rang, making Michael jump. Henry had been too quiet compared to him, falling apart from watching something that happened to his worst enemy. Now I'm gonna be sick.

The trash bin next to the desk was graciously waiting for Michael.

~o~

The hospital had called and said, "There is metal moving within Mr. William Afton's body." And no, there was no joking, because there was physical proof they had.

There were tremendous worries he would explode, spewing blood, flesh, guts, and bones all over the place before he could be taken into full lockdown, but whatever it was, it stopped growing and was keeping Afton imprisoned, as Clay Burke suspected. "We tried everything to question him, but he refuses to talk. Stubborn as a goddamned mule, and I'm at my breaking point," he grumbled. "Even the Kais are losing it, and they'd lost a daughter and son-in-law; their granddaughter lost both parents."

Now, four days later, William Afton was still at the hospital, his presence wasting taxpayer's dollars on the healthcare system.

Michael and Henry eventually were shown the proof back at the police station after the evidence was examined. Not only were the corpses of the missing children identified by their grief-stricken families but at Circus Baby's Rental - which turned out to be beneath the old Afton house - it was uncovered that four people had been murdered and somehow ended up in the Funtime robots. There was recorded video footage and written notebook records recovered, showing William experimenting with this thing called "remnant" that he dubbed himself, calling it the "soul of a living person who died in agony in their last moments, attached to the metal in their final moments"...

...and he'd learned this as soon as he looked into the eyes of none other than Circus Baby, who had killed Elizabeth in a "malfunction", and her eyes had somehow transformed from blue to his daughter's green.

What they all saw was insanity in a science fiction scenario, but the proof was in the footage.

He, Henry, and the Kai family were in the same room when this shit was shown to them, and that was when he met them for the first time. Though, he confessed it had been two years since he last saw their granddaughter, now that he was suddenly smacked in the face with the memory.

That girl...

I saw her just once, but she called me out for being a jerk. Evan's birthday.

And that was the last time. Usually, you forget a face only once, but this time was different.

She was just a kid, younger than him, and the age Evan would have been if he'd lived, but Michael confessed she was pretty for a thirteen-year-old. He was eighteen and just finished high school, would have had the first job that never would have gotten him anywhere, but then learned his sperm donor caused all of this. Blamed everyone but himself. Kaleia Kai-Lyons had ebony hair in a touseled ponytail, her skin honeyed like her grandparents of Pacific Island descent, and her expressive eyes brown as coconuts, for lack of a better description. He was lucky nothing struck within him then because that was just what she was - a kid.

They only reunited by chance because his father was responsible for what happened to her parents, to her grandparents' daughter.

Her mother, Ilene, was put into Funtime Foxy, her father, James, into Freddy, and Ballora...

MOM.

Now he learned what happened to her. Clara had disappeared one day after Evan, and no trace. William had told him and Lizzie that she'd taken off for some time alone, but as time itself went on and his sister was declared missing after spending the day with their father at Circus Baby's; now they knew she'd been killed by that machine when he wasn't looking.

In the tape, "Ballora" called William the "man who threw me against the wall and broke my skull while the kids were in school"...he and Mom got into a fight, and he accidentally killed her. He didn't mean to, but he's still to blame.

There were no bodies to bury, so that would take a long time to search, but at least they knew where the victims were. The proof was in the footage.

~o~

"He...he killed Mom."

"Michael - Mike - stay with me -"

"HE KILLED MOM!"

He was unable to focus on anything except the feeling of Henry's hands on his shoulders and back, the man's voice in his ears, and the pictures and voice of Ballora - his mother - talking back to the man who made her that way. The voices of the Kai couple were a white noise, their granddaughter a secondary thought to his senses.

The next thing he knew, Michael found himself lying on the bottom of a bunk bed cot for cops who stayed overnight. He was surrounded by Mason and Akela Kai, their wizened faces sad and sympathetic. You could see the mist in the wife's eyes making its way into iridescent streaks down her cheeks, her husband's being thinner and breaking off. They'd lost a daughter, he'd lost two siblings, and those other families he hadn't even met had lost their children. William Afton destroyed so many lives for what?!

"Dear boy, we know you're not to blame," Mason told him, reaching out and hesitating before resting a hand on his shoulder, Michael letting him and surprised he didn't flinch.

Akela closed her eyes. "We had an inkling you never meant to hurt your brother that day, and our grandbaby could use a friendship with someone who's gone through what you both have if you're up for it."

~o~

The case against William Afton was building up, and it seemed like he wouldn't get out of it.

Except for a couple of problems.

The evidence was mounted and gathered, and the prosecutor was ready to have a field day with getting justice for the families affected by the "Hurricane Horror", as it was termed. Afton was offered an attorney, even though he should have been denied his rights, but this was America and due process had to be followed. "Where was due process when the coppers let him go before?" Mason Kai spat the day they were all together, the first day of the trial. He, his wife, and his granddaughter, along with Henry and Michael were outside the courthouse and swarmed by a frenzied media outlet.

The downside? The town mayor was bitching that they would have to maneuver a "bloated" murderer inside, but how? The answers were simple: the damned gurneys with trained professionals who squeezed his swollen ass through the doorway prior to the court time, before everyone filed in, and duct taped his mouth shut so he didn't spew words to interrupt anyone before his turn as the defendant.

Hilariously, William was gonna defend himself. Only a fool would hire a lawyer to defend him, he said.

This turned out to be a circus, literally, because not only was the press available and awaiting to spread this across the country's outlets, but the suspect himself was covered by a massive dark curtain as though he was a sideshow attraction; the curtain was suspended above everyone's heads and hammered onto a hook, the rig set to be pulled at the right wall.

Michael was only told to not dress fancy-fancy but to look his best on this first day. His Oxford button-down was pure white, slacks dark gray, and his hair its usual midway part and wavy on either side. Henry put on an autumn-toned plaid jacket over a red shirt, finished with back pants. He offered consolation to the young man who couldn't stop rubbing his hands, the clamminess returning each time. The attention wasn't focused on him, but that didn't stop some hateful looks, and young Kaleia caught on, scowling at those who did it and said this before her grandparents scolded her:

"Go look at the monster in front of us when we see him. You want to blame a kid who didn't know how a stupid robot worked? You just make everything about you." She then blew a raspberry at them before Akela swatted her on the back and Mason warned her to not talk like that to people, even though she was right. Michael chuckled at her defense of him, though, and Henry was impressed with her bravery.

Kid had spunk just like she did two years ago, and he hoped that wouldn't change as she grew up. As for her, the smile she gave him told him she didn't see him as the jerk he was that fateful day.

~o~

The prosecutor was a mid-thirties woman with flaxen hair in a messy bun just below her skull, ending at the top of her neck. Her ruby-colored four-buttoned jacket and pleated skirt that reached her knees made her accessible in appearance to the crowd and twelve jurors, but it all depended on her case and intentions to put the murderer behind the curtain behind metal bars for the rest of his life.

It was decided that the curtain remain closed until the presentations from Ms. Alexandra Carpenter, the district attorney prosecuting, were finished.

"When we look at William Afton at first sight before knowing any of this," Carpenter was saying, "we see an upstanding citizen who's given our children someplace to go and enjoy themselves for a while, along with their families. A place of magic and fun. Exactly what it's supposed to be, right? WRONG! What should have been a place of fun and magic has become associated with horror and torture.

"Anyone who is a parent has taken it very difficult in losing a child; that can be said for the parents of the children who have been given proper burial before today, after being discovered in the robot mascots of all places. Very clever, isn't it?" She scoffed. "But that does not deserve praise. Had none of the evidence we have today come to light, we either would have gone years or decades longer without this day, or we never would have come here, and the perp would have continued getting away with it. What we have is a once-in-a-lifetime, diabolical mind who doesn't care about the lives he's ruined, nor does he deserve sympathy of any kind just because he lost two children himself. A good parent would never subject other parents to this kind of punishing pain."

She then turned her sharp gaze to the jury who watched on, some neutral, a couple furious in expression, and the rest disgusted. "All we are asking is for you to make the final decision based on this: Charlotte Emily, Gabriel Grace, Jeremy O'Neill, Susie Stampler, Cassidy Landis, Fritz Wilson, Clara Afton, and James and Ilene Lyons all would be alive today if not for William Afton. Nothing further, Your Honor."

She turned to take her seat, at the same time the curtain was drawn upwards to reveal the sickening horror that was a blob of a human being, ripped straight out of a movie. Thank God the smell wasn't there anymore; William had been washed and everything so he had a semblance of propriety, even though every identifiable part had been sucked into his body except the hands and feet. DA Carpenter made no attempt to hide her disgust as William smoothly began defending himself in that charismatic manner of his. "Ms. Carpenter has summed much of it nicely, albeit exaggerated in many parts. I've had lifelong dreams to create something great, something important to bring joy to life, only for it to be squashed by something that should have been prevented." And he didn't have to mention what that was, because there were still some who remembered his youngest son's death. Michael couldn't look at anyone, but he felt Henry's hand gently clenching his.

"Why am I up here, in the state I'm in, when I made a great discovery that required tremendous sacrifice? When I found I could bring back my beloved daughter, and hopefully my son? I would have perfected it and shown it to the world successfully if I wasn't betrayed. And I would still have continued it if not for what I am now." He spat at the floor in front of him, some oily black stuff splatting like a paint drop on a canvas. Gross.

And there they had it. Not one ounce of regret, not even when he in a way admitted to murdering his best friend's daughter and then five more children, followed by two investigative reporters who got too close to the truth AND his own wife, because he thought he could experiment on what he called their "remnant", brought out by the victims' dying moments. He even had the gall to say it could benefit humanity if it worked out, as if he were some God, bringing to mind many classic stories. It was lunacy and monstrosity in one, despite the proof in front of all of them.

William was so confident that he truly believed he could still somehow garner sympathy and get away scot-free once more, and didn't even try to convince the jury that he wasn't a monster.

Even Henry decided he learned all he needed, that the man he'd thought had been a friend but only used him, and didn't want to ask the bastard anything.

Michael also decided he had nothing to ask his sperm donor for closure because the "defense" sealed their fates. William just cared about his image and goals, not the people around him.

The Kai family had learned what happened to their loved ones, but poor Kaleia would no doubt have to live with something that could have come straight out of sci-fi/horror.

When he was done speaking, a disgusted Alexandra Carpenter then stood up to present the evidence to be seen when, all of a sudden, William's body lurged, gurgled, and jiggled like a water balloon, accompanied by his screams and incoherent cursing.

"OH, GOD!" Carpenter shouted, backing off, her heels making her lose her balance and regain it against the banister before Michael, Henry, and the Kai family. Michael couldn't tear his eyes away to see everyone's reactions, because horror took control.

From both sides of William's ballooned body, rips began to form horizontally, separating flesh like a blanket ripping at the seams. His screams turned to guttural bellows. From the corner of his eye, Michael saw Kaleia being shielded from the nightmare by her grandmother who quickly rose and rushed her out, already knowing what would take place.

"GODDAMN IT, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THIS NOW?!" William howled before a loud, singular popping sound was heard, mixed with a nauseating squish, and in his place was nothing but pounds upon pounds of pulpy flesh and organs, gore splattering the wall behind him. Some of that blood hit the poor judge's face, hair, and robe, making him pass out behind the pedestal. Ms. Carpenter was struck from behind as she turned to run from the action, her light hair now strawberry red not from highlights or dye.

Michael wasn't sure about Henry, but he was positive of the sensation of his father's blood on his face, marking him and making sure he'd never forget this. It was not just that which would haunt his dreams for years to come, but also what stood there first on all fours before loudly clinking, writhing, and standing upright.

Henry gasped and held onto him from behind for dear life. "Oh, Mary Mother of God..."

That thing before them all, which had somehow gotten into William Afton's body, used him as a cover to get into this world and then destroyed him as he'd served his purpose, was an entanglement of those wires found in the Funtimes' blueprints, with a few eyes here and there aside from the blue one in its face's left. The blood of its now-dead human host covered its wires in dark purple-red sheens, its eyeballs light pink as though bloodshot.

Its voice was glitchy and hollow, sounding like a fusion of Funtime Freddy and Foxy. "S-So sorry for that, folks, but you all knew he was guilty before this show. Now it must come to a close. Ta-ta!"

It gave a wave before leaping like a superhuman to the ceiling, just as the police swarmed in, led by Burke, and the green-faced jury took off like a bat out of hell along with the rest of the court watchers, the Kais having had enough and leaving, but Michael was left along with Henry who had taken a handkerchief from inside his jacket and proceeded to wipe the young man's face off. Michael, however, was lost in his mind and wondered if he was going to even sleep again after this.

"Didn't think it would be that way, Mike, but William got what came to him. Prison was suitable for him, but that kept him from hurting anyone else."

Normally, I include such things in my stories, but let it be implied as I tell you: years later, Kaleia grew up, Michael fell in love with the woman she became, her grandparents and Uncle Henry give them blessings, and their relationship develops. Mike and Kaleia end up getting married as they do in "I Will Find You". :3 The trauma of losing loved ones and dealing with the trial brought them together, but so did certain things they loved doing every day in life. Kaleia became a nurse, Michael a mechanic and inherits Fazbear property and rights so he and Henry together can change things for the better...including the animatronics that came to life at night at the current location.

And Ennard as well as the remains of William Afton? Well, Afton's blown-up body was cremated and scattered to the winds, never to be seen again. Ennard, well, vanished without a trace, leaving a constant terror in the minds who wondered if it would ever show up again.

DA Alexandra Carpenter is a composite name-after of two people: ADA Alexandra Cabot from Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, and John Carpenter himself.

Review. :D Got more shots in this story planned until there are no ideas left.