Springtrap sighed as he leaned back against the wall of the saferoom. Loneliness had been a huge factor in his life ever since it had happened.
It wasn't a thing that he liked to think about, but his mind sometimes wandered back to it. His freedom, the way he used to strut around. The way he was fired. How he wanted revenge with all his heart. Using the golden rabbit suit to lure five children into the saferoom and kill them to leave the company in ruin. Stuffing the bodies into the spare suits to destroy the evidence and then framing his former co-worker. He never dreamed that their spirits would come to hunt him down. To trap him in the old suit he had used to kill them. He remembered how desperately he had run to the suit; how he had quickly put it on to hide himself. How the spring locks tightened while he was within. The blood. The fear. The knowledge that he would not survive. He felt, for the first time since he was fired, lonely.
A small tear ran down the cheek of his body. For ten years he had sat in that room. Decaying. Reliving old memories. Feeling lonely. If he was to have another chance, just one more chance, he would turn himself in for the crime, or never go to the place at the time. Misery. That was another thing he drowned himself in. How he would never see his family again. How he probably would never see anyone again. And then back to loneliness. A cycle that continued itself throughout the time he was there.
Springtrap suddenly slumped over as a key turned in the lock and the door swung open. A man entered, dragging what looked like a new animatronic. "Get in there, you stupid thing!" the man shouted as he threw the animatronic down onto the floor. "Dumb bot," He muttered. "Why did I accept the job here? Jerky manager, low pay and malfunctioning robots! Bah! Can a job get any worse?" The man slammed the door shut and locked the door. When Springtrap was sure he was gone he leaned forward and checked the animatronic out.
Soft, velvety ears. Fluffy blue fur. A big black nose. A plush, lavender belly. And a pinky-purple ribbon tied in a bow at the base of a curled and very silky tail. This was a dog animatronic!
Author's note: Ok, This is my first fanfic so it might not be very good. The rough idea behind this is that everyone depicts Springtrap as a baddy just because he was The Purple Guy beforehand. I want to give Springtrap a bit more personality than that. Shine it through his point of view. Please give me tips and ideas because I have no idea where I will take this! Thanks for being awesome and reading my story! Bye!