Characters in this fanfiction

Bonnie, Foxy

Chica, Freddy

Springtrap, Alice (OC)

Song Lyrics included in this fanfic

Control / Hasley \\

Dark Paradise / Lana Del Ray \\

! ALL RIGHTS OF FNAF GO TO SCOTT CAWTHON ! ALL LYRIC RIGHTS GO TO THE SINGERS/CREATORS!

It was a normal Monday morning, nothing special nothing new. It was usally like this- boring, boring days of back-breaking, blinding computer searches for a normal job! Alice's laptop was plugged in and open from Saturday night, the screen black and caked with dust. The morning light that barely got through the blinds reflected off of it, leaving a pale rectangular shape of light on the wall. The table was bare, except for the can of Red Bull and a pen that sat still on a notepad. Cardboard boxes with writing sprawled on them with red marker were stacked a bit lazily in the corner of the small living room. Dust coated the top of each one, some floating around in the air as well. Most of the house was empty, for Alice had moved in only a week ago.

Though it may seem like it, Alice isn't the most...well...stable person. When her hearts gets broken she falls into a phase of sadness, which consists of her isolating herself in her room most of the day, and not posting on social media. This is the main reason Alice wasn't in a relationship, but thats giving to much information. She is a rebelious girl, who has a taste in secrets that are meant to be found out...

{ Alice POV }

It was finally morning time, I was long overdue to search for new jobs. I woke up with a jolt, thanks to my Siamese scratching my shoulder. I hadn't even yawned yet and I was already running down the stairs. I still don't know why I was so excited that morning, I probably had faith in that day. The first thing I saw was the morning light shining in my eyes. After rubbing them, I sat down in front of my laptop. I turned it on and quickly typed in 'Jobs Hiring", and almost imeddietly I saw an AD that there was a place called Freddy Fazebears Pizza that was hiring a nightguard. I clicked on it and quickly filled out the strangely short form and sent it. I waited and waited for a response, and ended up re-reading the AD. "Blah blah blah...dismemberment? Wow, this Scott guy needs to calm down a bit!" She mumbled to herself, as a small ding came out of my computer. I instantley clicked o the small tab that teleported me to my email, and the first words I saw were 'JOB APPLICTAION ACCEPTED'. I smiled and laughed loudly with delight. I let out a small squeal as well, but then clutched my throat. "Was that me?" I asked, letting out another laugh before reading the extra information. "Report 12:00 A.M...nightgaurd uniform is required to be worn during work hours...will be provided for change on first night...Alright!" I said with excitment, letting out a happy sigh...

I was not prepared for what happened at my job...

{ Springtrap POV }

I was leaning against a brown, wooden crate in the corner of the storage room, barely even breathing. Dust clouded up the room, but the only way to know it was there was if someone took a breath. The storage room, or the area where I was in, was pitch black. Not even a flicking light bulb to see what was here. Were I used to be, was a disresepcted and forgotten graveyard for the older, robotic entertainers that broke. Or burned, or even got torn apart. I was, well still am, one of them. A broken, useless killer machine. I still looked and felt like a human, like my other humnoid..shall I call them... friends, butapparently wasn't as friendly. I was lonely, forgotten, only remebered for my mistake. That child... Oh, but it's still in my haunting and blurred past. I was torn apart, by a man I can't even remember. Stray red and green wires stick out of my arms and chest like daises, my right ear's fabric is torn off, revealing it's exoskeloton. I'd rather be dead then be trapped in this horrid place. Bloody bandages are wrapped around my arms and ankles, one going across my chest. So I'm stuck here, feeling immense pain that gives me nightmares, not able to speak or even touch someone. I've been here for 23 years since the acident. The other animatronics shamed me, using my then-soft and sesitive heart against me as the other people threw me into the closet, saying how they had trusted me. Jokes on them, I barely feel anything anymore. My voice box is rusty, so if I even get the chance to actually speak intsead of hum, it probably won't be as 'charming' and 'calming' as it used to be (according to Bonnie). They built me and I stayed preforming for 4 years before the..."incedient". Maybe if I pray somone will find me, though I highly doubt it. I did hear the others talking about a new nightgaurd that was coming, a girl non-the-less. Psh, probably will run away as soon as she discovers me! Or maybe...Wait, am i crazy? No one would ever talk or fix me! Let alone, l-love me...I must be crazy! I am!

I couldn't have been more wrong...

Authors Note:

At the end of each section, you see a messege in slant. That only appears in the prologe, for that happens after each story takes places.

Take for example, Springtrap's note about being talked to, fixed, and loved...

"I couldn't have been more wrong..."

This is a thought he had after "telling the story".

So, if you have caught on, great!

If you haven't...

You will have to see...

MWAHAHAHAHAH ^~3~^ - Cringey Cat