I snickered as I swung yet again at the wretched red robot. Disgusting little shit. All of them. They all deserved to die.

Not the robots themselves, no. The bloody kids inside them. They should have died a long time ago. I killed them myself. I crammed their little cunts into the suits myself. I watched as the mask crushed their little fragile heads. They should be dead.

But they weren't.

The bastards had the gall to possess the suits. All of them came to live and started lumbering towards me. I could see the hatred in those soulless eyes. I was fucking lucky to get out of there alive.

I didn't stick around to see, but apparently one of them went nuts and bit the head off a security guard there.

Poor bastard. Wrong place, wrong time.

I've been keeping track of Fazbear all these years. All the locations they were transferred to. All the guards they killed. Those foolish kids couldn't tell the difference between me and a regular bloke off the street.

Now, they're here. Rotting in this rat infested, water logged restaurant. They would have died alone, in the darkness.

But that wasn't enough for me. I needed to kill them properly, with my bare hands. Those little shits escaped me in 1987, they weren't going to now.

So, with a sledgehammer in hand, I pulverised each and every one of those fuckers. See if they still don't die.

I stood there panting, as I surveyed the mess of various metal bits and colourful, torn cloth. It was finally over.

Just as I turned to get out, the floor started trembling. What the fuck? An earthquake?

I screamed when I saw the damn kids rise out of the ground, their little beady eyes drilling into mine.

Immediately, I turned and ran, with them floating behind me.

I realised I had fucked up bad when I saw that I ran into the spare room. When I turned around to leave, those kids had blocked off the door.

I wince, waiting for them to lash out at me. All those years, they must be fucking pissed. Oh god, it's going to hurt.

But nothing happened.

I waited for awhile, before plucking up the courage to open my eyes.

No. Not him.

That kid. That one was different.

He's from the diner.

He started to float towards me. Letting out a yelp, I scrambled to the back wall.

He just continued making his way to me. His face was white and emotionless.

He's not going to get me. All those years, I'm not going to give up without a fight.

But how, how do I get out of this?

My eyes drifted to the side, and I saw the suit. The yellow, withered suit.

Spring Bonnie.

I sneered as I dashed to the suit. I've used this kind before. At least the Freddy one. It's a Classic suit. I needed to crank this part here and then I can climb in.

The kids just stared at me. Those fucking idiots probably can't comprehend this brilliant shit I was pulling.

I just need to lock this in place... And then I climb in...

There! Now those kids can't tell who I am!

Sure enough, they just stared blankly at me. They think I've vanished, vamooshed into thin air. Dumbass.

Maybe it was the situation, or maybe I was going batshit insane, but I felt the urge to start laughing.

Ha ha ha ha ha

They were so close to killing me, but I outsmarted them in the end.

Ha ha ha ha ha

I bested them, I bested those fucking kids, after so long, I

ARGH!

THE FUCK? THE CRANK RELEASED! HOW?! I SECURED IT! IT FUCKING HURTS!

HELP ME! HELP ME YOU FUCKING

I spluttered as my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground, choking in a pool of my own blood, watching as the kids dissipated into thin air.

Those... Those fuckers tricked me. They... Knew I... Would climb into Spring Bonnie. They trapped me... Spring Bonnie... Trapped me...

Spring... Trapped...

Spring... Trap

I am SpringTrap.