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Michael smiled to himself, a large, almost menacing grin. His father was trapped in a hell of his own hand, just like all those he had wronged. Michael's siblings, their mother, and multiple children, including Charlie, now had part of their revenge.
But deep down, Michael knew it wasn't over. Not completely. He had a feeling things were only getting started. For better or for worse, he didn't know.
At least Uncle Henry would be safe now. At least no other kids would come to Fredbear's and never leave.
He stared down at the slowly decomposing corpse of his father. William still hadn't "woken up" yet. Michael had done that fairly quickly, seeing as his own death was a shock. One minute he was pushing some kid away from impending doom, the next he was staring over his own body as it was being rushed to the hospital to be declared officially dead.
At the time, before he had met the other children, before he had learned about his father's crimes, he had felt sympathetic towards his father, even somewhat guilty for leaving him alone.
Now he felt as if that amount of time his father mourned him, grieving everything and everyone he had lost, hadn't been long enough. He somewhat wished, in a sadistic way, that his father had lived just long enough to be a little bit more miserable before death.
As the stinking Springbonnie suit slowly began to stir awake, he decided he had better things to worry about.
William tried to lift his head, momentarily leaning sideways as a wave of dizziness crashed over him.
"Oh God, ow."
Michael crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
Serves him fucking right.
"Hey, dipshit, are you awake yet? We have things to do, come on, let's go."
The suit's head lifted slowly, bewildered.
"What?"
Michael huffed.
"We have things, to do. What part are you not getting? I'm gonna kick your ass for killing my siblings and driving my mom away, then I'm gonna kick your ass for murdering multiple children, and then guess what I'm gonna do? Kick your ass again for saying my still life wasn't the best creation you've ever seen in your goddamn life."
Michael was partially joking. He did plan on fighting his father tooth and nail for all the pains and troubles he had caused but he didn't really care about the still life.
William finally began to notice his surroundings and the voice of the teenager speaking to him.
"Michael?"