Warning:

AU (The children didn't posses the animatronics and moved on after purple guy died)

Sentient robots

Slight Gore

Slight spoilers to FNAF 3

Possible typos/writing errors

Any recognizable characters or locations belong to Scott Cawthon

Flames or complaints will be used to cook Fazbear's pizza.

X.X

Gack!" Was the only thing Wilson said before the gears and other animatronic parts tore into and pierced his flesh. He didn't bother to stop the tears that cascaded his now blood stained cheeks. Or what was left of them. The pain was too unbearable for him, and yet he found himself unable to let out a cry. Blood seeped and spilled out of the seams of the animatronic and pooled around him in one big red puddle. He barely saw his reflection in the crimson lake that now surrounded him. He noticed that his vision was also starting to fade, and it frightened him.

"Wilson?"

He whimpered in pain when he felt the animatronic's jaws begin to move. He tried to move, but found it impossible with him permanently locked in place.

"Wilson? What's wrong? Are you all right, friend? Are you comfortable?"

Oh, how Wilson wanted to laugh right there and then. If his vocal cords hadn't been pierced through by a beam, and if he had enough strength in him, he would. But all he could do was cry silently from the pain he now felt over the fact that... that...

"I'm sorry if it's a little tight in there. But don't worry! At least we'll be together now!"

His best friend... His only real best friend since childhood...

"Just like we've always wanted."

... Has betrayed him...

"S-spri..." It hurt to even try, but at least Wilson could credit himself for giving it a shot. His vocal cords are just too damaged. And whenever he did try to speak, it would only cause him more physical pain.

I wonder if they're taking joy in seeing me suffer like this, He thought to himself. Those little brats had come back to haunt him years after he took their pitiless lives. They are what prompted him to hide in his "best friend" from them. He promised him he would protect him. He promised him he would be safe.

He LIED.

"Try to get some rest, okay Wilson? You must be exhausted from today. I know it's not the most comfortable place to sleep in, but you'll get use to it."

I hate you, Wilson wanted to tell him. He felt himself slipping away in each passing minute. The gears and beams seem to be digging and embedding themselves more into his flesh; tearing away through the purple fabric of his clothing. He wanted to get out. He wanted to be free. Ignoring the pain the best he could, he proceeded to move violently in the suit. The sudden movement alerted the animatronic and he instantly kept still. Loud crunching noises were suddenly heard from inside, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Woah, woah. Calm yourself, my friend. There's no need to throw such a nasty fit."

Everything hurt even more now. Wilson had begun to wish that he didn't do what he did. His vision was starting to become blurry and felt everything in his body begin to stop working. Heart; lungs; everything. By now the tears had stopped and he found himself become increasingly sweaty. He felt very hot. And something in the suit smelled, too. He hated it in here. He hated those kids. But most of all: he hated him.

"Goodnight, Wilson. Talk to you tomorrow..."

You lying fuck, The man thought bitterly while feeling the life in him finally drain. I fucking hate you. You lied to me. I thought you were my friend! I... I... He couldn't bring himself to hate him, even as he finally lost consciousness.

It would be several days until Springtrap would finally catch on that something wasn't right with his friend.

"It's been so long since I've been able to walk around. I hope you don't mind that, friend."

As usual, he got silence.

The bunny lowered his ears slightly and sighed. During the long days of being forgotten by the world and left to rot in the dark, his friend has not once said a word to him. Not since he managed to trap him inside his body. He just couldn't bring himself to let it his friend go for good. So when he saw him run to him for help, he saw it as a good opportunity to finally keep him for himself forever. He didn't want to be alone. The children have long since passed on to the afterlife, and Freddy and the others practically forgetting about his existence like everyone else. But at least he had Wilson. He cared too much for the human to let him go.

"Heh... You know... You've been giving me the silent treatment for the last couple of days... Surely you'd say something to me by now..."

An uneasy feeling suddenly swept over him. During the last couple of days he's been happily chatting along with his friend; mostly bringing up old memories during their days at Fredbear's. Their "Golden Years" together. But Wilson never said anything back to him. He always that he was angry at with him because he purposely trapped him.

"Wilson? Are you...all right? Wil-"

That's when he heard it. When he moved his right arm he heard a loud, sickening crack. He looked over and his normally half-lidded eyes widened when he spotted a thick liquid suddenly ooze out from his elbow and seams.

"W-what the..."

He attempted to reach out and touch the strange liquid with his other hand, but got the exact same results. The uneasiness in him started to grow each time he heard a crack. He didn't know a lot about humans, but he knew this wasn't supposed to happen. He failed to realize just how fragile human beings are.

"W-Wilson... I... O-oh no..."

It's funny how it took him so long to realize that he had been talking to a dead man this whole time; that Wilson has long since expired in him. The bunny slowly got to his feet and winced when he heard the cracking noise in him grow louder. More of that strange liquid started to ooze out of him all over the place and slowly pool around him in the form of a dark crimson puddle. He stared down at his shaky hands as everything came to together.

He had killed his best friend...

"No... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The rabbit screeched in sheer horror while clutching his head in denial. "NO! WILSON! WILSOOOOOOOOOON!"

Springtrap screamed as loud and high as his voice box would allow him. Blood spilled out of his eye sockets like tears while more crunching was heard coming from inside him. The noise itself sickened him and all he could do was scream over the fact that he was now alone.

"I wanted us to be together! I WANTED US TO BE HAPPY! YOU SAID WE WOULD BE TOGETHER FOREVER! ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANTED? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME LIKE THIS!? WILSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

In a blind rage, the animatronic started to attack himself. Tearing out pieces of his suit and mutilating himself to the point he wouldn't even recognize himself. The more he tore away the more he started to see his friend's butchered corpse inside. The sight only made him lose it more, and he started to bash on the walls while screaming loudly to the uncaring darkness the name of his deceased friend. Eventually he collapsed on the floor and curled up into a ball as he continued to "cry" loudly.

"Wilson... Wilson..."

"... Springtrap."

The rabbit perked his now broken ears in surprise and slightly raised his head to the sound of the voice. "W-Wilson? Oh, Wilson!" There was hope in his voice. Not knowing that, after sitting alone in the dark for so long, he had lost what little sanity he had left and started to imagine hearing his friend's voice.

"It's me."

X.X

This isn't supposed to be taken seriously. It's just a one-shot idea that popped up since I sorta... *cough* ship Springtrap and Purple Guy *cough*.

But I wouldn't call this one romance. In this it's mostly friendship love. For Springtrap, that is.

I just put this up for the lolz; nothing to do with any of my fnaf fics. It's just a one-shot I came up with. By the way my name for the Purple Guy is Wilson. Deal with it.

... Derp.