Disclaimer: I'm not Scott Cawthon
It's still…so clear to me, even after all of these years. I feel it may haunt me for eternity, but hell, I could be wrong. After all, heh, I'm only…human…
Once upon a time, anyway…
It was late 1992, a couple days into November, I believe. The pizzeria had been shut down by the FDA early into October, being cited as disease-ridden. Local news crews were setting up to investigate the building, so I had little time to act. And act I did.
It was raining that night, or at least it would begin soon enough; thunder was crashing quite frequently. I had chosen then to... "cleanse" my hands of the establishment. Sneaking in was easy enough: the block was empty and my key to the door worked. Keeping unnoticed by the animatronics was simple enough as I ducked into the safe room to change.
Once ready, I led each one to the back, until their programming prevented them from moving any farther. The safe room doesn't…exist, after all. And when they would turn back to resume their post, I would jump them from behind and dismantle them.
It was so simple! Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. One, two, three, and four; all dismantled and free of corpses. Hehe…
I gave each of the children an, ah…proper burial, under the safe room's floorboards. It was the least I could do for them, after all. Aren't I a nice fellow?
Just as I had packed up the purple Freddy suit, it had started. That wailing… It was all I could hear. Not even the thunder could drown it out. The source of the wailing…four children; ghosts. All of them blocking my one exit. Each time I tried to leave, the wailing grew in volume until I had no choice but to back down for my ears' sake.
Soon enough, as my anger grew, a fifth child phased into view ahead of the others. But something was…different with that last brat. Down his face under each eye, was a thick streak of purple. I stared with increasing horror as the ghost child moved towards me, wails as loud as ever. It was all I could do to keep away from the little shit.
At my wits end, I saw it. My salvation. The Spring-Bonnie suit hybrid, the springs locked up. Leaving it open for me to climb inside. As I entered it, I couldn't help but laugh…
The irony of it! The same exact suit, that killed those five brats in 1987, would save me!
Alas, it was that laughter that did it. The springs failed and the endoskeleton crushed me. In my shock I didn't feel the pain until I was sitting against the wall, twitching in a pool of my blood. I couldn't scream; my throat was torn in two. So I sat, and twitched, until I couldn't.
But even as I felt my life slip away, my vision remained. I…became the suit, for lack of a better term. And so I sat, alone in that room, even as the owners of Fazbear Entertainment covered the exit with drywall. It would be thirty years before it came down, and I was carted off to Fazbear's Fright. Where my legacy would begin again. And that is my story.
My name is Springtrap, and I will return.
I always do.
So a little one-shot into the mind of the Purple Guy.
Well, my version of it.
So that took care of (most of) my writer's block, which will allow me to get back to The Red in Orange and Purple. Hopefully Ripples of a Pebble, also.
Where the inspiration to do this came from— I was watching a Five Night's at Freddy's 3 reaction compilation, which included reactions to the end of Night 1, if you catch my drift.
So review, fave, no point in following (IMO) because one-shot, and TROPES! ALL THE TROPES
Oh yeah, one last thing:
Are you ready 4 Freddy's last stand?