Michael was frightened, William was definitely coming to find him, he knew where Henry lived, he'd gone over many times and left Michael all alone in the basement.

It was foolish for Michael to assume he could escape William...He'd have to succumb to the pain of the blade and the death he would have to face.

He'd have to embrace the metal exoskeleton of the animatronic prison he'd soon be trapped in...His new body, as William had put it.

He tossed and turned in the bed Henry had let him sleep in...That is, until he felt something brush against his face and tickle his nose.

Michael nuzzled against it, feeling its soft  warmth on his skin, letting it caress him and make him believe everything was alright. 

He was thinking his Uncle Henry had brought him another blanket, but then he realized...it felt familiar, it was wooly and soft, like a sheep would be...

He knew that texture more than anything, it was the texture of William's favorite purple turtleneck sweater that he wore at home often.

"Good morning Michael, I missed you too, kiddo," William whispered in a vaguely menacing way.

Michael opened his eyes and saw William leaning over him, he tried to back away and run to get Henry, but he couldn't, he looked down and saw that William had his body pinned under his, like a wolf and the sheep it had caught. 

He was the prey that couldn't run away, he struggled against the weight of the one holding him down, he was doing so so that Michael could not escape his plans to kill him.

"Time to accept your fate Michael, you could not run from me, I know where you go, and I know you would try to fight me on this, so I planned this, planned a way I could prevent you from trying to hurt me, and I figured the best action was this," 

William pressed a knee into Michael's shin, earning a soft yelp from him.

"Heh, still the same scared little lamb, not for long, soon you will be the confident bunny you should have always been from the beginning,"

Michael struggled and tried to pull himself free, he went to scream for his uncle, but William covered his mouth tightly.

"Ah ah, no screaming...We wouldn't want to wake Henry, would we? He won't appreciate the craft of bringing our creations to life..." William scolded in a vaguely lighthearted manner.

Like this was funny, this was funny to him, but not to Michael it wasn't, Michael pulled and tugged, trying to escape from William's crushing weight that was pressing into his ribs and and pelvic bone.

"No no no... Michael, behave...Just behave long enough for this to happen, and it will all be over," William was trying to coerce and coax Michael into being still so he could kill him.

William began to count slowly, which would let Michael know when he was going to begin cutting.

"1...2...3.." 

Without a warning Michael felt the blade go in deep...Oh, God, it hurt so bad, it hurt as if a red hot coal was burning against his skin, it felt as if a ravenous animal was tearing him apart.

In a way, William was an animal, an angry and violent animal, never stopping until he hunted down his prey.

He wanted to scream and shout for Henry to save him.

But William wouldn't uncover his mouth, Michael started to cry, tears streamed down his face as the blade sunk deep into his stomach.

William noticed his tears, set down the knife, and wiped them away.

"Shh, don't cry, Michael, don't cry," William cradled Michael's head in his arms, but kept his hand over Michael's mouth, not letting him speak at all. 

"It's almost over..." William promised, Michael was about to give in to his death to make the pain go away, the blade sunk back in, Michael felt dizzy, how much blood had he lost?

He could taste it, he was swallowing blood at this point, he wanted to beg William to stop, but he knew he was hellbent on killing him.

A loud sound rang through the guest room, the sound of a gunshot, "Get the f**k off of that boy, William! Don't make me shoot damn it! Back the f**k off, before I make ya eat lead!" Henry shouted.

'Oh thank God,' Michael thought in relief.

William jerked his head up from his concentration and faced his old friend, "Now, Henry, you wouldn't shoot your best friend would you? Come on, you wouldn't," William began to chuckle, he slowly pulled the blade out of Michael's stomach, being awarded with a muffled whimper from his frightened boy.

Blood began to trickle through the shirt Michael was wearing, he could see it absorbing into the fabric.

William raised the knife again, getting ready to plunge it straight through Michael's body and finally put him into his eternal sleep, until he could get to the pizzeria.

Henry pulled the trigger and shot William square in the shoulder, William whipped around looking hungry for bloodshed, eyes narrowed like an animal, growling at Henry angrily. 

"How dare you Henry, how DARE you forsake what I have done for you! I built us up and made us famous! I created our very careers and you SHOOT me? I'll kill you too you BASTARD," William threatened.

"Get the f**k away from that boy, William! He told me everything about how you've treated him, I've heard enough from him to know that you should not be allowed within a foot from him, you shouldn't even be able to talk about him to anyone, he's not a circus act, he's a teenage boy, he's not even your son, you killed his parents, cradle robbed them, and pretended like he was your son for many years, just stay away from him Will! Stay away!" Henry began to rant in utter disgust for the beast in front of him.

The beast that disguised itself for many years until the foundation started to crack and it showed its true behavior. 

"You truly have no heart, don't you William?" Henry spat hatefully.

"I hunger for success, Henry, and once Michael becomes what I need him to, we shall have plenty of it to feed upon, we shall never have to worry about impressing anyone again, don't you see?" 

"You disgust me, Will, you really do,"

"Aw, shucks, Henry, you're just too kind for your own good," William sneered in response. 

Michael knew in his heart, that this would never ever be over...

He would have to succumb to the pains of life.

Succumb.

He knew this were not normal, not logical.

Succumb.

His brain was begging, begging for it all to stop.

Succumb.

'You must succumb, in order to be free, succumb or perish, your choice,'

As everything crumbled around him, Michael let himself slip into a restful state.