Plushtrap's Picture Collection
Plushtrap got a cellphone recently from daddy Springtrap, and saved some of the weirdest pictures: Bonnie chewing on Foxy's tail, Chica trying to sew a parrot puppet for Foxy but sowing her wing into the felt and going crazy about it, a... Man riding a chicken...? Maybe we should move on; point is Plushtrap was saving odd pictures. Dunno why, but she's not too old. Plus, she has nothing to do besides sitting on a chair all day. Maybe she was writing her own fanfic of a guy on a chicken, who knows.
"Wonder where the kid is. Unless somebody found him and didn't tell me I could get off the chair."
Plushtrap shrugged it off and switched her backdrop to the chicken-riding man, because a picture of a kitten eating a plastic bird wasn't too funny anymore.
"Wonder if daddy Springtrap's gonna visit soon. I wanna see 'im." Plushtrap curled up into a little not-so-fluff ball and rolled off the chair, booping her snout.
"Ow. At this rate, I'm gonna look like daddy Springtrap." Plushtrap rubbed her nose, before sneezing and back-flipping into the hall, since she's so light-weight, before hitting the wall and falling over on a sleeping Nightmare Bonnie.
"Wha? Who's there?" Nightmare Bonnie stretched his ears, yawning.
"Heya."
"Oh, hey Plushtrap." Nightmare Bonnie snickered; Plushtrap was always the one that acted silly in the group of nightmares.
"Hey uncle Bonnie. Whatcha doin'?" plushtrap asked, wagging her tiny bunny tail.
"Not much, just napping." He replied.
