"What? What the-?! Oh, come on... No, no, no, NO! Don't do this to me! Don't do this to me now!" Michael cursed his security camera monitor, holding back the urge to punch the computer right in its face! (Or, screen, rather). The thing had just randomly shorted out and gone dark. Along with being just a general nuisance in that he would now have to take that scrapy piece of metal to some fancy repair shop, there was the far more pressing danger that, without a functioning monitor, he was blind to any animatronics trying to crawl into his office.

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" no sooner had Michael had the thought about suddenly being vulnerable to animatronic attack when one of the animatronics decided to prove his point perfectly and attack. A messy, metal face shoved its way through the vents and into his office, uttering that weird, hissing roar. It scared the daylights out of Michael and, by reflex, he jumped away from the emerging face only to smash right into the vent on the other side of his tiny office.

"Did I catch you off guard?" an ethereal voice hummed at him in amusement as the last strains of the hissing roar echoed down the vents.

"Scrap Baby!" Michael gasped, trying to rise to his feet but shaking too terribly from her jumpscare to do more than crawl back into his chair.

"You should have known I'd find you," the soft, haunting whisper of a voice replied, the amusement turning into seriousness. The one who was speaking to him, Scrap Baby, clawed herself out of the vent until she was standing right in front of Michael, one remaining green eye glowing sickly as she looked down at him. Her hair, which looked to be more like several strands of wire mixed with what might've been real hair as opposed to just a painted piece of metal, swayed a little bit as she laughed at Michael's sorry state. He was still shaking.

"What are you doing here, Baby?" Michael demanded, trying to sound at least a little in control.

"Well, Mikey, I could hear you crying and complaining about your monitor and I decided to come keep you company since, with that mean old computer all black now, you're all by yourself!" she teased him, voice still as lulling as ever, but Michael was anything but tired around her. "I mean," she continued. "You know what they say! One's lonely, two's a company."

"Yeah, and three's a crowd," Michael managed to finish. "You're large enough to count for two people so that already puts us at three and you know I don't like crowds, so I suggest you get out of my office. Now."

"Or what?" Baby laughed, amused by Michael's attempt to be brave. "Besides, you could've fooled me! As one who continually returns to establishments such as these, I would've assumed you quite liked company! You always came back to us. Did you miss us?"

"Not in the slightest," Michael muttered grimly, wondering if he could safely throw himself back down the vent farthest away from Baby to escape.

"Well, that is a pity," Baby sighed dramatically. "I already invited a third person along. And by the way, it is very rude to tell a lady she is large enough to count for two!" she added, pretending to be offended, but he could hear the laugh in her voice and his blood ran cold.

"Who else did you try to-?"

"Raaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!" an animatronic right behind Michael's ear hissed

"OH GOD!" Michael jumped forward this time, landing right in Scrap Baby's arms. Uh-oh.

"Oh! Mikey! You do care!" Scrap Baby pretended to cry, then she tightened her hold on him as though she were hugging him.

"That was easier than I thought it would be," the second animatronic replied, sounding grimly satisfied as he hauled himself out through the very vent Michael had been considering trying to escape out of. Realizing what he almost would've thrown himself into made him sick to think about, for this particular robot was his father, William Afton, the creator and propagator of this whole messy nightmare. Michael's number one enemy.

"Bittersweet, but fitting," he growled, voice low and raspy from years of wear-and-tear. "One's lonely, two's company, three's a crowd. It seems to me our whole family is back together!" he laughed deeply, metal bunny ears waggling as he did so.

Michael's voice refused to work as he uselessly tugged against Baby's impossibly tight metal grip.

"Stop squirming, dummy!" Baby chided, sounding mildly annoyed as she snapped again Michael's useless attempts to flee her.

"Yes, our fun has only just begun!" William agreed, laughing a little.

"So, what are you going to do to me?" Michael finally forced out.

"Kill you. Isn't that obvious?" Baby replied, digging her hand and claw a bit deeper into Michael's arms, causing him to whimper a little.

"We are going to tear you apart, limb from limb, then set every individual piece on fire," William agreed in delight, stepping closer to his son.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That sounds like it'll be so much fun!" a far cheerier, higher-pitched voice cackled down the vents.

"Molten Freddy?" Michael guessed, a bit of his fear being assuaged slightly. Sure, Molten Freddy was still out for blood like all the others, but it was a bit hard to be scared of a robot with such a silly voice.

"Knock, knock! I'm heeeeereeee!" he sang as his large white head pushed right into William, sending him stumbling forward. He turned around to growl at the dismantled, decrepit bear-bot, but that bear-bot was having too much fun to notice his creator's angry stare. "Oh what a surprise!" he cried. "One BIIIIIIIG happy family! HAHAHA!" he clawed his way into the office, scuttling in like a spider.

"I thought we talked about this," Michael blanched. "One's lonely, two's a company, three's a crowd!"

"Then what is four?!" Molten Freddy demanded, voice still high and billowy.

"That's my point!" Michael cried. "There aren't supposed to be this many of us in here!"

"And yet here we all are. All together, in one place," William replied, gesturing around to the very tiny, very crowded vent-based office, speaking those last five words with an eerie sort of implication. Michael shuddered. How much of the master plan did William know?

"But anyway, it is time that we finish what we began!" William continued. "I'll go first! Then we'll each get a turn. All in favor?"

"Yes!" Baby replied, hissing with excitement, squeezing Michael's arms again.

"Yes!" Molten Freddy replied, cackling with laughter and spinning his head around on his long, metal neck.

"No!" a new voice replied. "No one asked me, but I'm not in favor of it at all!" then, for a fourth time, an animatronic shoved its face right into the vent-based office, only this time, it belonged to a one-eyed black bear.

"Lefty!" Michael cried while the others all looked at the black bear in confusion. Lefty? None of them had ever heard about that one before. It must've been a newer model, or something, because Michael sure seemed to recognize her, even though nobody else did.

"I said," Lefty repeated. "I object. I don't think it very fair of you to do what you're trying to do without at least giving him a fair fight first!" she insisted. "I mean after all, it is three against one! Hardly fair."

"So you're suggesting that you will take Michael's side?" William was the first to scoff, intrigued by this new, sentient robot.

"Bingo," Lefty replied. Then she stomped right over to Baby and grabbed her claw. "I'm going to snap this clean off if you don't let him go," the black bear said in a calm, matter-of-fact tone. Baby looked affronted and offended at being addressed so rudely but, when her father bade her to obey, she reluctantly let Michael slip out of her grasp and into Lefty's.

"Who are you, anyway?" Baby demanded angrily. Though her face would not allow her to pout, it was audible in her tone of voice.

"I believe Michael already answered that. I'm Lefty," replied Lefty as she held Michael close, though she was far more gentle than Baby.

"But who is Lefty?" Baby demanded, pout becoming more audible.

"I am a new animatronic," Lefty shrugged and the others could see that they wouldn't be getting anymore info out of her.

"Oh come on, come on, come on!" Molten Freddy interrupted. "Let's just cut to the part where we get to kill him!" he cackled, raising his long-necked head high in the air as his beady yellow eyes stared down at Michael. He turned his head upside down and laughed.

"No, Freddy!" Lefty growled. "This isn't a fair fight!"

"All's fair in love and war, my dear," William replied calmly. Lefty turned on him, a strange type of angry recognition burning in her one eye, but before she could rebuke him, he had twitched one of his metal ears and suddenly, Lefty collapsed, Baby had punched her square in the back while her back was turned so that she could face William. Michael was thrown from Lefty's grasp right into William's feet.

"Uh oh!" was all he had time to say before William picked him up by the back of the neck with one hand, using the other to claw at Michael's face.

"Get him, Daddy!" Baby cheered over Michael's screams of pain.

"NO!" Lefty thundered, voice that of a whiny little girl's, then she jumped back up and crashed into William. It sent her, him, and Michael all flying, but this time, she caught Michael before he could hit the ground again.

"Hey! No fair! He was mine! It's my turn!" Freddy shrilled, having extended a claw to catch Michael only for Lefty to intercede. "Come on, give him here!" Freddy whined, clawing at Lefty and Michael, but missing. Instead, Lefty only walked backward a few steps. She was very aware of Baby behind her and had one elbow ready in case Baby tried anything. Meanwhile, Freddy scrabbled forward and ended up tripping right over William's fallen form. Lefty laughed softly as her little trick had worked. She knew Freddy would be too distracted by Michael to pay attention to where he was. The proof was in the fact that he'd been able to trip over William at all! William wasn't very easy to miss.

"You bloody, stupid bear!" William cursed as he was pushed back down by Freddy's spidery form crushing him down.

"Whoopsie! Sorry!" Freddy sung, not sounding sorry at all. Actually, if anything, he sounded quite tickled.

"Idiot!" William spat, then he proceeded to try and shove Freddy off of him. It was a very long endeavor because of how big and long Freddy was.

"Alright, Baby, now it's your turn!" Lefty growled at the other female robot.

"Ha! Don't be a fool!" Baby spat out the last word even though her voice was still stuck in its one-note smoothness. "You cannot defeat me so easily! If Daddy can't kill you, then I will, and I will make him proud!" she cried passionately, raising a claw and ready to strike.

"No, Elizabeth! Enough!" Lefty finally used Scrap Baby's real name. This actually caused the massive bot to stop dead in her tracks.

"What did you just call me?" she hissed softly, angrily, claw motionless in the air.

"Elizabeth," Lefty replied, unafraid.

"That's NOT MY NAME!" Baby replied, then she plunged her claw down, but Lefty willingly raised one arm, catching the blow. The claw went right through Lefty's whole arm, coming out the other side, but Lefty didn't even flinch, but Michael did.

"Enough, Elizabeth," Lefty repeated, twisting her arm such that Baby's claw was twisted clean off and stayed stuck in her own black arm.

"HEY!" Baby tried to swipe at Lefty with her remaining hand, but Lefty swatted it away easily.

"Listen to me, Elizabeth, I know you're freaked out right now and not in the proper state of mind, but hear me out! You need to stop this! Stop this tirade against mankind! You know it's not really them that you hate, it is your circumstance, which you have taken out on all of them! Even the innocent ones," she paused to look down at Michael, who was still curled up in her arm, shaking with mute terror.

"He is not innocent!" Elizabeth snarled back, pointing accusingly at Michael.

"Perhaps not, but nor is the man you serve," Lefty pointed an elbow behind her to where William was still trying to help Freddy crawl off of him, but it seemed that some of Freddy's parts had gotten stuck inside of William's. That wasn't good.

"OH! YOU STUPID BEAR!" William snarled. "Elizabeth, darling, don't listen to that stupid Lefty thing! What does it know about us?" he added a moment later, snarl disappearing into something gentler as he addressed his daughter. His daughter heeded his words.

"Yeah! What do you know of it?" she frowned, stomping a skate-clad foot as she continued to glare at this presumptuous stranger, Lefty.

"Quite a lot, actually," Lefty replied, soudning almost amused. "It is you who doesn't know."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Elizabeth growled.

"You don't recognize me, do you?" Lefty answered with another question. When Elizabeth only continued to glare impatiently, mentally formulating a plan to snatch Michael up and finish William's work, Lefty answered for her. "I'm Charlie. Your old best friend?"

Then, in that one tiny confession, two worlds were shaken.

"Charlie?!" Michael and Elizabeth both gasped, anger turning into pure shock as they both tried to get a better look at this mysterious black bear. Elizabeth uncrossed her arms, them falling limply to her side out of shock, and William even paused trying to escape Molten Freddy.

"Yeah. Henry's daughter?" Lefty sounded bittersweet as she said this.

"But how?" Elizabeth asked, finally using her real voice and not Baby's. Everyone could tell she'd switched over because there was an accent now in her voice that Baby did not possess. It was really Elizabeth this time, talking to a girl she once considered like a sister to her. "You're dead!"

"And when has death ever stopped anyone part of this franchise?" Lefty, or Charlie, asked, voice still bittersweet.

"How can I know you're telling the truth?" Elizabeth asked, sounding desperately like she wanted to.

"Because I knew your true name," Lefty replied. "And I can tell you all the fun things we used to do as little girls when Henry and William were still friends. It is only you that did not recognize me, or my voice, though I can hardly blame you for that. And Michael can attest to this as well!"

"I can," Michael agreed when Elizabeth turned to him in horror and awe. "This bear you see before you really is Charlie."

"But that's impossible!" Elizabeth and William murmured in unison, though William's response was full of true disbelief and anger.

"No it's not," Charlie addressed him without turning away from Elizabeth. "Because this isn't my real form anyway. Maybe you, William, do not recognize me because this is not the body you saw me possess last, but I will prove to YOU know that what I say is true..." then she turned around to face the still-pinned William. "Michael, care to do the honors?" she asked and then she repositioned him in her arms.

"I would love to," Michael replied as she spun him around until they were face to face. With that, he twisted Lefty's head right off. What lay under was not an endoskeleton, but a mask! A white mask with black eyes and purple stripes running from each.

"Puppet!" Elizabeth and William exclaimed. Puppet only nodded its head.

"But how?!" William demanded. This time, Michael answered.

"Lefty is actually LEFTE, an acronym: Lure, Encapsulate, Fuse, Transport, Extract," he said.

"But how?!" William repeated, entirely forgetting that Freddy was still kind of crushing him.

"Henry and I designed Lefty to find and capture Puppet so we could bring Charlie here too. All of us, together in one place..." Michael said grimly.

"Henry's still alive?!" again, both Elizabeth and William cried out, but Elizabeth's was of awe while William's was of anger.

"He is," Charlie confirmed, nodding her smooth white face. "You know that death does not stop anyone involved in this franchise," she repeated.

"He's the one who created this pizzeria," Michael agreed. "He did it with the intention of putting this nightmare to bed once and for all!"

"And he brought us all back to help us all move on, to finally get to see our killer laid to rest so that we, too, could move on," Charlie finished.

"Our killer?" Elizabeth interrupted. "What do you mean 'our'?" Charlie only looked at her sadly.

"You know of your father's murders, yes?" she asked. Elizabeth agreed uncertainly. "How many was he responsible for?"

"Five," Elizabeth replied, much more confident.

"No, seven," Charlie replied solemnly, and while Elizabeth suddenly began to look worried, gears twitching uncomfortable, William finally spoke.

"Elizabeth, darling, do not listen to-"

"Hush!" Michael interrupted, turning away from Charlie to scowl down at his trapped father. "Let her speak. Or are you scared she will reveal a very ugly truth to Elizabeth?" William didn't answer, but Elizabeth did.

"What ugly truth?" she demanded.

"That deaths six and seven were yours and mine," Charlie replied and Elizabeth felt a chill pass though every cog and wire in her body.

"What do you mean?" she asked weakly. She already knew about the number six death, but was this true? That William had killed Charlie too?

It was. Charlie nodded her head grimly before telling the truth. Elizabeth had always been told that Charlie had just been locked out of the pizzeria one day and gotten sick and died from the exposure. Now, though, Charlie was telling a very different tale. Yes, Charlie had still been locked out of the pizzeria, but no, it hadn't been exposure to the elements that did her in. It had been exposure to a bloody thirst and knife-wielding William that took her life away. And was for why she'd taken up residence in Puppet? Well, it was because Puppet had been the only creature to notice that she was gone and when it went to go find her, it ended up "dying" as well, being damaged in a rainstorm that had been going on when it dared to leave the pizzeria to look for Charlie. After the two died together, hand in hand, they both came back in one body, the ethereal Puppet that Michael and William had both known and feared.

"Is this true?" Elizabeth sounded truly devastated as she turned to William. He, of course, tried to deny it, but the longer he spoke, tripping over his words and sounding genuinely afraid, Elizabeth knew that Charlie had not lied. She had been brutally murdered by Elizabeth's father...

"No, Daddy, no. No! That can't be true!" she moaned in disbelief and betrayal. Although she did believe Charlie and Michael, to hear that her beloved father and hero had been the one to cause her to lose her very best friend in the whole wide world was not an easy truth to bear. Sure, Elizabeth had been ok with the idea of William killing, and she'd even joined in on it, but to finally hear that he wasn't just killing strangers or "losers who deserved it" but instead was killing any and everyone, family and friends included, finally struck a dangerous chord with Elizabeth.

While William's cruelty knew no bounds, even Elizabeth had higher standards than he and she was finally appalled with what a monster he really was. Before this moment, she'd turned a blind eye to his murderous lifestyle and had tried to justify it in her heart, but now to hear how little her father really cared, about anyone, was the straw that broke the camel's back. If she couldn't trust him to spare her best friend, could she even trust him to spare her? Or would there ever be a day when he grew tired of her and killed her too? But even if William never intended upon killing Elizabeth, ever, he had still killed Charlie, even after knowing full well how much Elizabeth loved her. How could she forgive him for that?

Slowly, over William's plea for Elizabeth to hear him out and Charlie and Michael's continual, gentle insistence that William was not a good friend for her, Elizabeth finally made her choice. She raised a hand for silence and, as before, it worked, then she skated right past Michael and Charlie until she was standing over her father, still trapped in Freddy's limbs. Freddy had been dead silent for this whole encounter, feeling as though he had intruded upon a very dark family reunion, but seeing his Baby return with that kind of look on her face made him afraid.

"I've had enough of your lies," she whispered coldly down to William, then she slowly raised a skate-clad foot. William was given the pleasure of watching his death slowly approach and he got to feel every second as Baby smashed his face right into the ground. Michael had cried out to her to stop, but for once, even Charlie condoned this one particular murder and hushed him with her paw. Freddy, meanwhile, looked very concerned for his own fate, knowing that he was next.

"Hey, Baby! Old buddy, old pal, old friend!" he tried. "Surely you won't kill me too? After all, I'm only just a victim like you!"

"Perhaps that is so," Elizabeth agreed. "But I know you still can't be trusted to roam this world, free. Just give up your ghosts and move on. I believe that you will be good enough to warrant peace," she said, and then she said no more before striking with unbelievable speed. Suddenly, Freddy's head was flying off his shoulders, Elizabeth having punched it clean off, but then she grabbed his head right before it could fall through the vents and she dashed it against the ground once. This death, having been more violent, even made Charlie a bit uneasy.

"I wanted to make it quick," Elizabeth replied, and although that answer still wasn't too comforting, at least it told Charlie and Michael that Elizabeth had not killed Freddy out of malice. She was right. He would never be able to live safely in society, so it was best to make his death quick. But William had deserved every second of his slow death, that was something all of them agreed upon.

"So now what?" Charlie was first to ask once Freddy and William had both been put down.

"I say we go home," Michael replied. "I'm closing up early, I don't even care."

"Sounds like a good idea," Charlie agreed with a laugh. She finally set him down, no longer needing to protect him.

"But what about me?" Elizabeth asked shyly, voice sounding very meek again. "May I go home with you too?"

"Of course!" Michael and Charlie both cried in unison. Elizabeth, meanwhile, would've been blushing if she'd had the capability to. It did her heart (well, hypothetically heart) good to know that Michael and Charlie trusted her enough to let her stay with them despite all she had done in the past. It made her feel good to know that she had sort of redeemed herself in their eyes through her reaction to learning about who killed Charlie.

So together, after Michael shut the pizzeria down an hour early and helped Charlie shed the rest of her Lefty costume and remove Elizabeth's claw from her arm (which Elizabeth apologized for over and over again), the trio finally headed home, to Michael's house. It had taken quite an effort to get everyone inside the door, but once it was all over, the three were finally free to relax in the peace of a real house for once, the worst of the nightmare finally behind them.

"One's lonely," Michael had told them when they asked if he was annoyed at how much space they took up in his house. "Two's a company," he looked at Charlie. "And three's a crowd," he looked at Elizabeth. She wilted a little at this remark, but Michael only shook his head. "And lucky for you, I do like crowds," then she began to smile again.

AN: Here you go, Peasemaker! Sorry Molten F. didn't get much time in the fic and that Michael didn't really do much in terms of helping talk Baby down from her murderous ways. I just thought it would be more fun if Lefty/Charlie did it. I hope you still liked it, though. (Also, I'm aware Lefty would never play the part of a hero since Puppet has a habit of attacking anyone wearing a nightguard outfit and of course IDK what William's true number of kills is, but we're going with 7 here. Anyway, hope everyone liked this story!)