WARNING: the following section contains instances of foul language, blood, gore, violence, and character death.
Author's Note: This story is the result of an RP between myself and a dear friend - Uitinla from Deviantart. As such every other chapter will be written by one of us or the other. Should a chapter become too lengthy it will be broken into two chapters. At the beginning of each chapter a note will be left indicating the rating for the particular section and who wrote it.
This is my starting post for the rp itself. Yes, I rp in fanfic-style writing. The version of Springtrap depicted in here is modeled after the one seen in my fanfic: "Six AM Doesn't Matter". This has come to be an alternative story for him in my opinion, as to what COULD have happened should he have awoken prior to the pizzeria being shut down for good, during a time when it still functioned. As such it ALSO means THIS Springtrap's design will continue to upgrade and evolve past the version seen in Six AM.
Seeing as I have not posted all the chapters of the PREQUEL to "Six AM", "You Cannot Escape Your Fate" the aspect of the core four animatronics [[Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy]] NOT being possessed by the spirits of the dead children, yet are sentient machines themselves can be a bit confusing. In THIS story the 4 are the result of the dying wishes of the children for a 'hero' to save them, given life by this wish, the concept being Uitinla's. In my verse the bots were sentient through slightly different means, their sense of free will taken from them during the night shift by the lost souls of the enraged children.
Depending where the rp continues to go all the material might very well end up working its way to be a story of events taking place between the time of "You Cannot Escape Your Fate" and "Six AM Doesn't Matter". I don't want to spoil the plot for what Uitinla and I have going for the rp but chronologically speaking it WILL make sense. Rp is often how I work to develop characters, leading to the stories telling themselves through the process of development. Our two AUs, "Fate/Six Am" being mine and "Good Day Mr. Withered" belonging to Uitinla, mesh exceptionally well thus far. Whether this becomes 'true canon' to our characters or evolves into an AU all its own, only time will tell. All I can say is...welcome to our little story of hell!
THIS CHAPTER IS BY: SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP
Awakening...
It had been said endings and beginnings are related; a continuous circle of life and death, of destruction and rebirth. With the closure of one door another opens in its place. These pathways are not always clear, one's judgment becoming muddled as they make their way through the door, seeking a path known and yet unknown to them. The desires of the heart worn clear, though not always proud. But even as one makes their way in life, believing they are in control of their destiny, sometimes life decides when to make a detour. It might not always become inherently clear from the start as to why one was forced from the initial path. In the end, everything will be made sound, events happen for a reason, they always have a reason.
How long? How long had it been since he last stirred from fitful slumber? Did it truly matter? Time meant very little to a being such as himself. He did not age, grow old, or waste away. Those were the properties of organic entities. So soft, so fleeting, their lives ever so delicate yet they believed themselves to be invincible! How...foolish. For a species readily capable of what they were, humans were...irksome creatures. Loud, obnoxious, greedy, underhanded, manipulative little bastards. Always attempting to gain another leg up on their brethren taking the race for survival a bit too seriously perhaps. Or rather, they insisted on making it more complicated than was required. Simplicity did not mean easy as some individuals might have thought, far from it in fact. The most basic of necessities were often the most troublesome to obtain. Ask any predatory beast they would readily agree provided they could speak.
Humans had it all and yet they held nothing, veritable "No Life Kings" as it were. Masters of nothing and rulers of None. Society was merely a facade waiting to collapse infrastructure meaningless in a world to which life was a cruel mistress. But misjudge him not, he did not see everything as death and disaster! Far from it. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. He saw things, understood concepts, created works and solved problems no one else possibly could hope to achieve. He was clever, quick witted, fleet on his feet and above all else, highly adaptable. It was a profound rule of nature. Those incapable of change were left behind, selection warranting the extinction of their line upon no longer proving useful or failing to meet the requirements of the niche they once held. Times were always changing the world was always changing and he had absolutely no intentions of being left as a time worn and rusted relic of ages long since past!
Breath rasped from his parched throat, air venting heavily through his nostrils. Another day passed another night begun and yet here he sat, alone, forgotten. Why did he even bother? Lids cracked, pale glow cast forth into the eternal tomb. Cranium inclined, neck cracking side to side rolling upon the shoulders chin tipping down only to be brought up in a sweepingly sharp arch. Great chest expanded stale air flooding his system countless overlapping titanium plates and panels making up the outer casing of his torso shifting under the aged gold of his ratty fur pelt. A pair of rabbit ears swept back along either side of his skull, paw like right hand reaching up to scratch idly about the base of both sensors. Eerie silver light illuminated the far wall the haunting glow cast by his own optics. Mind began to turn then again it never stopped the unknown entity having instead learned to ignore his own thought process when seeking true isolation.
Ears twitched, pawed hand dragging down the length of his muzzle, simulated muscle structure of his face sliding into an expression far too removed from anything remotely human to be given a clear definition as to what could possibly be coursing through the millions of electrical connections constructing his mind. Corners of his mouth contorted, tugging themselves in a smirking grimace, lips curling to reveal glistening sharp edges of imposing titanium denta. Gum line composed of a durable and highly flexible silicone resin granted the illusion of flesh when metal was his true essence. His design was meant to be exceedingly life like, hyper realistic easily mistaken for a being of flesh and blood even when up close. Tongue pressed to the upper palette of his maw interior, rubbing thoughtfully against the subtle ribbing, glossing over the back of the teeth clicking once in thought.
Three months. Three months had passed since...then. The day he took his first life WILLINGLY of his OWN accord verses being controlled by another. The tables had turned the user becoming the used for in their death he was given new life. Not even he, as of yet, understood how such a feat was possible. More knowledge was required on the subject something of which he was not going to find laying around in here. Metal violated flesh, seething deep into soft tissues circulating, turning, twisting, writhing within...encompassing, ensnaring and consuming, transforming! What was once organic became inorganic. Skin flayed away, muscle eviscerated, bone shattered! Melting and mixing only to regrow, reform as new parts, new pieces of himself once semi-hollow form becoming whole, solid as it always should have been. His user, his tormentor, had been made machine transformed into living metal a fate befitting the individual who misused the Sentient metallic construct.
Ironic, built, born by human hands only for them to possess not the slight indication what have been given life. Top of the line, well advanced beyond his time molded by the digits of top robotics developers for the fast paced, rough and rugged life of an eluded Hollywood Cinema Film creature...[[albeit he suspected the design was more befitting to a militant creation]] and yet he ended up here, in the rotting carcass of a gimmicky Pizzeria chain. He couldn't really complain though, least he had plenty of time to himself now. Privacy had always been an issue with him and now? Well, he had all the privacy he wanted.
Body shifted rising from his slumped position against the wall. Joints creaked and groaned in protest of remaining locked in one position for such a lengthy duration of time. Lubricants flowed through miniscule hoses within, his 'veins' might as well call them. Long legs drew forth, bending at the knees his weight shifting to brace upon his left hip resting in a side saddle fashion upon the dingy tile floor. Pawed feet flexed, four toes splaying out to stretch internal spring locks releasing. Gleaming set of curved talons unsheathed from the ends of the metatarsals vicious tips clacking with a spine tingling resonation drifting through the empty room.
Silver optics snapped shut jaw wrenching open in a silent scream form doubling over on itself. Hellfire's agony gripped him, both arms wrapping tightly about himself the monstrous lapin reduced to a mere ball shaking uncontrollably, left side colliding hard against the ceramic tile, cracking under his weight anguish electrifying his spasming system further! Mechanics ground to a stand still, pain overwhelming him internal diagnostics locating the source of the problem. Sharp breath drew between clenched teeth, something inside him compacting itself so tight he thought for sure the tension would split him open! Hydraulics tensed surge rising from the core of his body every part of him howling in protest of movement the golden hare haphazardly forcing his limbs under his body, turning himself onto hand and knee jaw jerking open wave of nauseating liquid heaving forth upon the ground. Over and over the cybernetic being wretched, coughing violently between each wave. Time and time again the unknown essence poured from his metallic throat, tube making up the esophagus convulsing with every swallow.
Saliva...or what appeared to be saliva...strung between glistening denta, frothing about the edges of his maw trailing down in thick strands, dangling from the fur of his chin. Tongue threaded over the small and sharp, lower incisors positioned between the imposing canines, sides heaving in desperate pants. Spitting several times hand wiped over his muzzle with a groggy shake of the head given in turn. Every inch of him was sore, aching as if he'd been hit by a truck! Slowly the beastly lapin reclined until he was once more splayed out with his weight supported by the wall behind him. Chest rose and fell with each breath, mechanical heart idling back to a more appropriate pace. Wait a minute. Frame went ridge, growing still as stone. He. Just. Got. Sick. He. Vomited. Of. All. Things. Eyes grew wide lids peeling back into the sockets facial plating shifting under the fur expression of utter bewilderment etching itself upon his features! Glance was shot to the pool of sludge he'd upchucked, brow quirking quizzically with curiosity taking over.
Scooting himself closer the male examined the mess carefully. Light sniff was given, acute olfactory sensors slammed with the offensive scent causing him to momentarily recoil before he managed to reconstitute himself. Craning closer once more a tentative digit coiled about a nearby wood splinter using it as a make shift swab, dipping it into the strange substance. It was thick, almost tar like...he knew what this was, he'd seen it before. The answer smacked him straight across the nose. It was oil! Oil mixed with what he was sure was coagulated hydraulic fluid. But why would he, of all things, purge it from his system via puking?! That didn't make sense normally the fluids were drained from the outlet in his hind quarters. More to the point what was going on with his tanks?! Leather pads pressed over his torso feeling the sensation of something twisting inside him. Grimace took over his muzzle expecting another wave of sick but it never came. The feeling was still there, growing stronger with every passing minute.
Tanks never did this before, had something gotten in there? Optics shuttered themselves mind reaching forth to check through the impossibly long list of system diagnostics. No, nothing. While he hadn't been fueled properly in ages it still didn't account for any of this let alone why he felt the way he did! Low growl ebbed away in the back of his throat, irritation setting in. Withdrawing from the investigation he leaned back against the wall, huffing in annoyance. Immediately both auditory sensors flicked to attention, sitting bolt upright mind firing on all cylinders! Massive intake of air was drawn through the nostril vents, flooding the olfactory sensors. Lower mandible fell open, saliva leaking between the teeth. What was he smelling? Why the fuck was it bringing such a vivid reaction from him?! And what was this...yearning? Mind began to wheel limbs moving of their own accord.
On his feet towering 9ft frame was across the room in four strides silvery optics illuminating his way. Chin inclined once more, air feverishly being taken in through his nose he sniffed frantically for the source of this unusually enticing scent. Fingers pressed to the wall, searching for any cracks allowing fresh air to seep into his prison. Feeling along the wall he was roughly to the edge of the room before he found the source. Wait a minute, hadn't there been a door here the last time he looked? Fist knocked against the obstruction noise echoing hollowly. Had he been sealed in here on purpose?! What the fucking hell! Well if the humans intended to imprison him they did a seriously shitty job, no way was this going to hold him! Back stepping the hare pivoted on his ankles, slamming headlong every pound of his metal being behind his shoulder into the wall. Smug grin shadowed his face, watching in satisfaction as the wall crumbled away, revealing the door he knew was there!
Flinging aside several pieces of dry wall a firm grip was placed upon the handle, leaning down with the shoulder once more against the structure should he need to force it open bluntly the forgotten entity opened a gateway into a world he hadn't seen in quite some time. Dust peppered the dull gold fur, forced to duck down in order to fit through the frame work the hare found himself standing in the all too familiar hallway of Freddy Fazebear's Pizza. Head spun to and fro, eyes eagerly drinking in the once familiar sights. Not much had changed from the last time he'd walked these corridors. Still the same black and white, dingy tile floor. The walls plastered with colorings and drawings done by countless numbers of children. Even the same tacky tinsel stars dangled precariously from the ceiling! Blinking, the hare began a cautious stride, not exactly keen on any possible unknowns.
Instinctively he kept to the shadows, pale light drifting through several windows indicating it was night time outside. The notion of seeing real stars causing the mechanical heart to skip. Following both his nose and his eyes the alien sensation welling up inside him was practically singing in his chest! Circuits were blazing in excitement, electricity coursing in a looping spiral up and down the length of his spinal strut! The scent bathing him by now, it was everywhere and yet no where! Cranium flipped to and fro, muzzle poking around the edge of the hall corner, eyes peering into the main show room. Attention flickered towards excitement momentarily over written by confusion. Who were THEY? Gaze fell upon three animatronics roughly his size, little smaller actually. Their colors and accents were similar but...oh. So the company decided to change the designs of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica once more did they? Fingers dug into the wall, anger blossoming in his chest.
Just like humans to be so careless. Sight shifted to across the room, settling on the purple curtains of Pirate's Cove. He could only speculate what they did to Foxy if the other three were anything to go by. Anger seethed, sorrow rising the golden figure turned away in silence. What became of his former friends? Where they still here? More than likely not. Maybe they had been lucky, their memory cores transplanted into new bodies. What was he thinking? Of course the humans wouldn't have the decency to do that! If they believed something to be 'out dated' they scrapped the entire object, replacing it with a fully upgraded version. Pawed feet carried him aimlessly through the building finding nothing else of true interest. Giving his head a slight toss the were-lapin decided his time was put to better use figuring out what the fuck was going on with himself. The scent lead him towards a direction he'd always resented trudging...the security office. He blinked, it clicked. All this time he'd been smelling a human?! Thought nearly repulsed him. Not for the simple fact of the smell itself but this...excitement generated from it.
Writhing manifested itself once more, forcing him to continue forward verses back. If the only way to rid himself of this glitch was to allow it to play out then so be it! The sooner he could be done and over with this stupidity the sooner he could return to his personal hell. Leaning flat to the wall the golden figure melted into the shadows, steps as silent as the grave he slid down the hall unnoticed. Each step sent a surge through every sensor of his being! Ears laid back along either side of his skull, mouth cracking open automatically with tongue prodding forth expression drawn into a feral grin eyes wild with a light never before seen in them. Form began to hunch, mechanical muscle coiling all this unknown to the creature only fixated on reaching the office and ending this. Thrusting his muzzle around the door fram he crouched, watching, waiting, observing.
There, half dozing in a fitful sleep in the chair, trying yet failing to remain in the world of the waking a man sat. Inquisitive sniff was given, scenting the air for anything out of the ordinary. Dimly the golden cyborbeing was aware to the strings of saliva clinging to his lower mandible, sensors clogged between the feeling of the ultimate thrill the writhing internally reaching a new level the longer he held his gaze to the man. How easy it would be to snap his neck...break his limbs, gut him like a fish! Flesh sheering from bone, the warmth of spilt blood...body cracking under the strength of his bite, teeth embedding themselves up to the gum line in soft tissue, snout burrowing into the body cavity taking in one glorious mouthful after ano-! He froze. Was he-? Sight cast down along the front of his body fixating on the center of his torso, pawed hand resting against the fur, digits running through it.
Hunger. He felt, actual hunger. He was empty but not in the sense of what he'd once been this was different. Feet shifted under him, guiding him towards the unsuspecting human. It made sense now. So many changes to his body recently, how could he have not recognized this feeling sooner? It wasn't so different from when he ran low on fluids in the past, body aching for a refreshing supply of lubricants and oil. But no more, now it ached for something so much more! The longer he thought about it the less confusing the notion became. Effectively he under went a merging process with his former tormentor. With the latter's body becoming his own it would mean a change over in many of his workings. His system no longer ran off oil and lubricant but organic material...such as flesh and blood. He'd vomited, purged his tanks of the old substance no longer able to use it.. the writhing sensation he'd felt all this time being that of the empty tanks begging to be filled!
He never knew they were capable of such a thing but honestly he shouldn't be surprised by now. Seems as though they'd been reconstructed, give the amount of movement he speculated they must have been made up of a highly flexible material in mimicked fashion after a human's fleshy stomach. So now he sported something similar did he? Humans disgusted him yet he found the scent of this man as sweet as freshly baked cake! Cake...oh that would be amazing right about now...make for a wonderful dessert. He was loosing track of himself again. The thought of a human once more being within the confines of his body put him off momentarily...but this time would be different...he reasoned. They wouldn't be able to use him, they would be dead...instead he would use them as nothing more than a food source a source of fuel for this wonderful upgraded form of his! Yes, that would do nicely, humans could finally be put in their proper place, under his foot, grinding away, melted down to slurry slag within him, coursing through his being to grant him LIFE with their death!
Sadistic smile crept upon his muzzle, tongue licking greedily at the corners of his maw. It was perfect...he could do this, he would do this! Arm stretched out, he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. Large palm clapped oppressively over the human's nose and mouth, immediately causing the man to react, arms and legs flailing unable to see his attacker! He held fast, ripping the man from his chair he gripped him tightly, easily subduing the frantic human with unyielding strength and size. One flick of the wrist SNAP...body went limp as a rag doll. A quick, clean kill. No mess, no fuss. But what of the matter to actual consumption of the corpse? He wasn't going to eat the clothes that was for sure, something telling him the material would cause problems if ingested. Briefly he pondered on taking the human to the kitchen but he didn't know anything about cooking, at least not yet.
Still he needed to figure something out, if he tore into the carcass like a rapid animal it would mean spending a long time cleaning up after wards. He couldn't risk being caught, or in the very least drawing suspicions towards the man being dead. The back room. Thankfully his break out did not damage the rest of the wall. He doubted anyone remembered his existence within the unused room. There was a large wash basin in there, if he ate over that it would cut down on the amount of clean up required. Precious time was wasting and his new found hunger only worsened, edges of his vision beginning to turn red. He wasn't going to last much longer before either passing out or loosing all sense of himself. With his prize held in hand the golden monster weaved his way through the shadows once more, retreating to his own little corner of hell. Shutting the door tightly behind him, making sure it was locked securely he stripped the carcass of clothing, heavy duty plastic of the wash basin straining under the effort of supporting half the dead weight of the man.
With both paws firmly held onto the shoulders, now came the moment of truth as to if this would work. Maw opened wide, lower mandible popping out of socket yet functional thanks to a high powered set of hydraulics and actuators working it. Saliva dripped from his teeth, cavernous jaws encasing the entire head slamming shut like a steel trap, decapitating the head clean from the body. If he thought his sensors were taxed before a whole other meaning to the term 'ramsacked' was brought to life! Everything...floored him! Blood filled his jaws, tongue surging under the weight of the skull, liquid pushed to the back of his throat and swallowed, shiver of delight coursing the length of his spine! Smile brimmed on the edges of crimson stained features, jaw shifting as he began to chew. Teeth reduced the cranium into nothing more than a pulpy mixture of gray matter and bone, resting on the tongue momentarily before it was greedily gulped down. Shudder over took the lapin all sense of restraint abandoned he dove back for more, brutally tearing into the body his pace quickened as if the hunger only grew with every mouthful!
Scarlet saturated his fur, he'd deal with that later. Right now all he was focused on, was making sure every last piece of his prey was snapped up! It didn't take him long to devour the corpse entirely perhaps somewhere around fifteen minutes, soon resting back to groom out the blood coating the front of his body. He felt...relieved...sluggish...weighed down but oh so satisfied! Head leaned back, tongue glancing over his teeth once more, still unable to get enough of that wonderful flavor of fresh meat! Arm rested over his torso, a bit surprised even at himself for being able to devour a full grown human in a single sitting! It left him wondering how often he would need to kill like this. Not that he minded in the least but if this was going to be an every few days or once a week occurrence he needed to come up with a plan of action and fast. Until then he could allow himself a moment to rest, it had been quite the experience to say the least!
Little did the old golden boy know, his actions had been watched by prying eyes. From his appearance in the show room to the time he made his way back to his prison, human slung over his shoulder. Not once did he give it thought the new versions of his old friends were watching him. The next time he ventured out, things were going to be quite interesting in deed.