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"ABBY!" Mike screamed, hearing his sister's voice echo through the arcade before a harrowing cough cut it off. He imagined the worst when he heard her, but his mind was quickly reoccupied with the bunny-suit-clad man before him.
"It's too late Mike," William chuckled, the sound of his voice and confidence in his words sent electric fear down Mike's spine as he kneeled, looking up at William, "It's Abby's turn now."
The world lay still as Mike heard those words. Vanessa was on the ground, bleeding from a stab wound inflicted by her father, Abby was at the hands of the animatronics, and Mike stared in the eye holes of his worst nightmare. William had a blood-dripping knife in one hand, the other around Mike's neck, holding just enough to keep him still.
"That's right Mike, give up. I will win, I'll kill you just like I killed your brother" William taunted. He lifted Mike to his feet, bringing them eye to eye, and lifted his mask with his bloody hand. There was a moment of silence as Mike and William stared at one another, Mike's heartbeat audible as he attempted to hold himself up to avoid losing breath. His head was pounding and there was ringing in his ears from the impact of William's foot earlier, his body ached as he stood, shaking, in William's grip. Mike desperately grabbed at the arm of the Springtrap suit, his body pleading to be released.
"Naughty boy," William sneered, pulling Mike up and throwing him to the ground. He coughed and groaned on impact with the floor, writhing in pain. William gently wiped his daughter's blood off the blade of his weapon, staring down at him with hunger in his eyes, "Don't want to cross-contaminate, you know?" He laughed, sickeningly.
Mike shuttered at the implication, but he had no time to react, as William stood over him, his feet on either side of Mike's hips. He saw the blade of the knife gleam in the dim light let in by the arcade doors, casting a golden hue on William's hand, as he slowly looked up to meet his attacker's eyes. William's expression was nauseating, his mouth in a twisted smile, bearing teeth, and his blue eyes unempathetic and piercing through the quaking man under him. William kneeled, resting a knee between Mike's thighs, and leaned over him, his free hand gliding through Mike's sweat-damp curls, grabbing a handful and straightening the brunette's head to be looking directly up at him.
"Well would you look at that," William spoke in a soft voice, though dripping with sarcasm, and gently brought his weapon to parallel Mike's jawline, "Our hero is fallen, whatever shall we do?"
The golden glow of the setting sun shined, illuminating half of William's face, his eyes had shifted from unapologetic to full of insatiable hunger as if the man below him was nothing but meat, ready to be torn into, or to pieces. He slowly dragged the blade of his knife down Mike's jaw, barely breaking the skin, but making him bleed just enough to see the panic flood through him.
"Beautiful," The older man cooed, "You're beautiful, and I'm going to enjoy this more than anything. It feels like my birthday, and you're my gift, Mikey boy."
Mike shuttered at the compliment but attempted to avoid reacting visibly, knowing that the psychotic man above him was enjoying his pain. William sneered at the lack of response, slammed Mike's head back against the ground, and drew his knife back for another incision. As he looked down, anger filling his gaze, he saw Mike's eyes watering, fearful, and helpless. New thoughts ran through the murderer's mind, the thought of seeing, hearing, and feeling Mike cry out in pain had chased around his thoughts. As blood dripped down the neck of the cowering man, William couldn't help himself anymore, the fear he saw was delicious, he brought his blade to his mouth and ran his tongue up the side, tasting Mike's blood. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the once steady stream of blood dripping from Mike's neck, now calming to a trickle. He leaned down over the smaller man, shrouding his figure, and gripped Mike's jaw, turning his head to the side, allowing access to the wound. William leaned in closer, inches from Mike's face. He gently dragged his tongue across his victim's lower jaw, desperately yearning for another taste.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," Mike groaned, weak and terrified.
"You're prettier when you're quiet," William whispered, "So quiet down, if you're a good boy maybe I'll let you live, maybe…" He trailed off, slowly tilting his head and intently eyeing Mike's neck.
Mike stayed silent, unsure of how he could continue, the only way to live was to listen, so that's what he did. He sat quietly, hiding his disdain and fear, hoping to be allowed to live. Silence filled the room, the soft hum of electronics and the deep, slow breathing from the two men were the only things that could be heard. A groan from Vanessa snapped both of their attention, she was alive, barely. William stood, visibly annoyed by the fact that his daughter was alive. Mike realized what he was doing, desperate to save her, he grabbed William's arm.
“Yes, boy?” William paused, waiting for Mike to let either go or say something.
“D-don’t, leave her be, please,” Mike begged, his voice shaking, “I’ll do anything, just don’t kill her, please.”
William thought for a moment, then grinned, “You do it,” he crowed, standing over Mike.
“What?” Mike was stunned, he couldn't kill her.
“Come on, Mikey,” William persuaded, “You do this, for me, and I will leave the kids safe, you might even see your sister again.”
“I-I can't,” Mike shuttered, the thought that he could save his sister made it seem almost worth it, but this was someone's life.
William groaned, sounding bored of the situation already, “ Listen, Mike, I killed your brother, you get me back, kill my daughter,” he gestured with his hands, “and we all leave happy, I'll even stick around with you, to prove that I won't kill another kid, sound fair?”
Mike thought for a moment, he could save so many people, he could save his sister, he wouldn't fail her. Wordlessly, he stood, shaking from the injuries he'd sustained. William offered with his blade, and Mike took it reluctantly and made his way to where Vanessa lay, near death. He stood over her, hesitant. He knew he couldn't kill her; but he knew he had to, for Abby.
“Tick tock, Mikeyy~” William sang, sickeningly, “They won't hold back forever.” Mike froze, this was the moment he had to make a choice. It dawned on him that this choice was his and Abby's lives, or Vanessa's. He knew who he was choosing, but it still wasn't going to be easy.
“Come on, Mikey boy,” William moved behind Mike, gently grabbing his wrist, and guiding his hand in front of the two of them, “if you need help, I wouldn't mind.” He spoke in Mike's ear, quietly and gently.
A shiver went down Mike's spine, he couldn't quite tell if it was disdain or pleasure. Mike allowed William to guide him, slowly lowering their bodies to the floor over Vanessa. When they were close enough to her, Mike closed his eyes, feeling the force of William’s strength pushing his hand to the unimaginable.
He felt the blade meet her skin and could hear her whimper. Mike could hear his heartbeat in his ears, drowning out the electric sounds of the lights, William’s breathing over his shoulder, and Vanessa’s weak groans, pleading for mercy. He felt the blade break her skin, slowly pushing against her until the tension snapped, the knife slowly sliding into her muscles. He felt as if he was going to throw up, then and there.
As he felt a gag draw itself into his throat, he heard a sickening chuckle from William, the kind of laugh that comes from the chest. Disgust washed over him but the sound of William’s voice was overwhelming his senses.
He hadn't realized just how sharp that knife was, but as he effortlessly slid the blade into Vanessa's abdomen, he was in shock and awe at how easy it felt to slice into her skin. Disgust quickly overwhelmed him as he realized what he was doing, the desire to vomit rising in his throat in response to the horrific scene in front of him.
“Good boy,” William tenderly whispered in Mike's ear, letting go of Mike's wrists, and gently backing away from him, “You're good at following instructions, I like that. Good boy.”