Regret
His phantomic eyes lit up in the darkened room. He scanned his surroundings…. There was nothing but pitch black. Impossible to make out anything in the obscurity around him. He decided to give up on that and try to think of what had last happened. "Where..?" he then noticed his voice had changed… it was robotic… but also incredibly weak… as if his… vocal cords were severed…
He recalled the training tapes telling him about this.
"You will try to scream… but you won't be able to due to severed vocal cords…" he heard the familiar voice in his head.
"So… if i…" it must have been a springlock suit incident… the children...
'This is why i interfered…' another voice said in the pitch black.
But in his head.
"Your still here?" he asked the familiar voice. It was the same one that had taken him over and killed those children… it wasn't an excuse for murder but he could only watch as his body did those actions on it's own… then building circus baby…. He hated this voice…
'Well… i'm too weak to take control… your springlock incident got me into hell ton of suffering…'
"Mine? Your the one who came to the pizzeria with an axe and tried to destroy those animatronics!"
'So? Even if i controlled you… you think anybody will believe you…?
The blood is on your hands whether you like it or not…'
"You'll go to hell for this…" he said in a soft whisper wincing as the springlocks creaked.
'So will you…' the voice seemed to snicker then disappear.
"Annoying pest… hope he's going to stay weak…" he said to himself as he looked at the suit he was wearing… or well… had became him.
The bunny he had become all too familiar with had been a glowing golden when it performed for the kids making them smile. He had rarely used the suit himself leaving that to henry and the other employees… of course there was then that…
But now the suit has taken on a rusty green the plastic layering crinkling in many places. He could feel the hands from inside… no… not feel… these were now his hands… they felt stil soft and cuddly like… the legs seemed fine but as you went down to the lower part the entire costume shell was removed letting the wiring become fully visible. The endoskeleton feet were visible at the very bottom without any wiring whatsoever…
There were 2 giant holes in the costume at the torso which left the endoskeleton visible. The torso piece of said endoskeleton was wrapped around in veins. Veins that had been left over from his almost entirely rotten away body. A few of his organs were still there… he considered taking them out but decided against it in case they were keeping him alive…
"Well… it's pretty comfortable for a metal suit… except for the springlocks…" ah yes.. The springlocks had been pushed deep into his body when he had died… now they awaited being compressed and just poked him… or whatever was left of him making it hurt every time he moved too suddenly or swayed.
"Lets try getting up…" he suggested to himself.
'Yes please i do wish to see the condition of my friend.'
"Your not my friend… your a bastard."
'I could say the same to you.' he snapped back and seemed to contain himself. 'Now lets see if you can get out of here… i'm tired and want to sleep…'
This thing had the ability to be tired? What was this thing plaguing me? He thought to himself as he attempted getting up. He reached a kneeling position and winced as the springlock seemed to push deeper and pain flared through him. He held himself there using the wall for support. "Damn it…"
'Keep going… i'm enjoying this'
He eventually managed to support himself with his own legs. Although still weak from this he decided to experiment a little. "Ok… what can you do…?" he was saying to the suit yet the voice responded.
'Kill children… build animatronics… that kill children.'
"Haha… very funny." he looked at an empty head prop on a shelf. He clenched and unclenched his right hand for a moment and then punched the prop.
The result was… amazing.
The prop had been pushed inward so far that it seemed to have created a crater….
"Ok…. now then…"
'Perfect.'
He ignored the voice knowing exactly what it meant and thought about leaving the room.
He shuffled forward in the darkness until he bumped into another wall.
He traced his hand across it feeling for the change in density a door had.
He didn't find it.
He went the other way…
He found it.
"Okie dokie… lets see wh-"
'That was cringey.'
"What?"
'You saying okie dokie.' he said in a non amused voice.
"...i'm going to ignore you from now on….."
He looked around. He was in a large length hallway. The dismantled animatronics had disappeared. "..." his head throbbed with confusion.
Then he noticed the puppet coming down the dark hallway.
"...crap." he backed away slowly. The puppet almost came into light…
If he did there was no way he would be able to hide.
Then it took a turn to go somewhere else.
"Thank.. God?" it would be idiotic to assume that god was still helping him even now right? No… this was just luck…
He did not deserve god's forgiveness.
He walked back into the parts and service room and sat there mulling over this new… suit? Body? Whatever… ability he possessed…
And where did the dismantled animatronics go? Surely even fazbear entertainment is not idiotic enough to have rebuilt them to perform again after all this.
Whatever he was thinking about would have to wait.
He was tired… just moving tiny amounts with this suit exhausted him. It made sense… he was just on the edge of living. Even small exertion put him tilted him slightly. Too much could mean his end. "..." his thoughts flashed back to 'them' a final time.
"I miss you all…" he whispered softly into the darkness
'...'
'This would be the perfect time to regain control and continue the murderous streak…' the voice thought to itself since springtrap was now asleep and deactivated.
Then the voice looked at everything that this man had been through.
'Meh… i'll do it another day… i'm tired myself.' he found it odd he was lying to himself as if trying to convince his mind to believe the sentence.
A/N: and that's the prologue folks!
I do portray william as regretful in many stories but i don't do it properly.
Soooo
I made this story for the sake of making it.
Springy is sleepy…
And so am i…