A/N: Hello everyone ! Here I come with another fanfiction (yes, once again) about Springtrap and her (yes, I said HER) life at Highschool. In this chapter, you can read a few things about how she started in life and the subject of the main plot. ^^

I hope that you'll all like it ! Tell me everything in the comments ! (don't forget them ^^)

Circle of J.

-FnaF: The Other Half-

Prologue

If you want a single word to describe my life, you could use both the words "Pain" and "Deception". In my life, there had been three major elements that helped me to make the wrong or right choices, or dragged me down, slowly digging my grave. These events were apocalyptic for me, and I was only a child.

The first one happened on the night of the 17th of December, 1981. I was only four years old. I was happy, everyday of my life seemed to be happier than the previous one, and then it fell straight. My aunt Chica, if I can say so because she wasn't really my aunt but I considered her as one, died. She was in pain all along before giving up. She was one of the closest friends of my mother, Bonnie.

I remember the pain I saw on her face when Chica closed her eyes. I remember the suffering I could clearly see filling her pink eyes as she stared at me for a long minute before taking me in her arms. Then she said something like: « Don't look at Chica, darling. Chica is sick. » and we left the room, joining my father, Fredbear.

He did not see Chica die but knew without even talking that she was dead. He didn't need anything to notice that Mother was ill. He just took me away from her.

The second one was... well, it was a week and three days after, that's to say on the night of the 24th of December, 1981. My mother wasn't anywhere around. I asked everyone if they saw her, nobody did. Even Freddy was scared. Freddy was like an uncle to me, as Foxy was. Freddy was just on the stage, sitting, Spring Bonnie, his wife, trying to comfort him. She was holding their child in her arms, they called him Golden Freddy. Golden Freddy was my bestfriend, but after that incident, I never saw him again.

As I was saying, nobody had seen my mother. Frightened but not able to understand why, I looked for her around the pizzeria for at least 20 minutes before discovering her. She was dead. She had been killed. There was an axe by her side, and a man with a purple uniform staring at her body with that crazy smile on his face. The only thing I saw was the blood, and so I gasped in terror.

The man heard me, and he turned to me. He was still smiling. I was paralized. He approached me slowly and said in a very low voice: "If you say something, you might be the next one."

I will remember those words all my life. I was so scared that I ran into Dad's arms.

Finally, the last incident was more ideological and it happened during the same night. My Dad was gone, and he had left a letter under my pillow, telling me that he was forced to leave me, and that it was for my own good. But this letter wasn't actually under my pillow when I woke up. Toy Chica was reading it, sitting on Foxy's legs at the table with everybody listening to her. Immediately, my friend Mangle, who was their daughter, and Marionette, who I considered as my mother, even more than my actual mother, came toward me and they hugged me. I didn't understand until I saw him. With that grin on his face again, he was staring at me from the entrance. When he noticed that I was looking at him, he nodded and left.

Soon after those incidents, I asked Marionette to adopt me. I didn't want anyone else because I considered them as friends. Only Puppet was like a mother to me. She accepted, she couldn't refuse. It would have been mean to refuse, wouldn't it ?

"Ugh... I feel too tired to write right now..." Springtrap muttered, putting down the pen she was writing with and sighing, running a hand across her face, exhausted. She had had a long day again, even though it was Sunday.

She stood up from her seat and went to her closet, slowly taking from it her pyjamas and sliding into her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a long, long minute. It was as blank as her. She felt really sick that night.

Maybe it was because of the following day. She was going to enter her new class, encounter new students and slowly building a reputation. She wasn't sure about what she feared while thinking about it, but still, she was petrified. She wasn't good around others, she already knew that. She was always alone, minding her own business, only her mother Marionette taking care of her when she seemed really bad. She hadn't a lot of friends, if she even had any. She said that she didn't need others.

Obviously it was wrong. Why would it be right ? Nobody could live on his own, and that was perfectly normal. Humanity, and just as well "animatronic-ity", was working this way. Everybody needed everybody. That was the only way to be happy.

Therefore, Springtrap wasn't happy in her life. She was kind of depressed. She wrote things on her diary all-day long, it was her only friend. It contained everything about her life, from when she was a child by then. She was 15 years old so it had been there for a good while.

"Why I am not like the others ? What is wrong with me ?" She asked herself, still glancing at the ceiling without any emotion visible in her golden-green eyes. "Why does nobody like me ?"

"Darling, you're asleep ?"

"No Mom..."

"Can I come in then ? I wanted to tell you something." Puppet's voice inquired from the other side of the huge wooden door, the animatronic still knocking at it in case Springtrap didn't notice she was still here.

Springtrap stood up and went slowly to the door, opening it gently and looking at her adoptive mother in a very kind and loving way. Her mother returned her the glance and went to the bed, sitting on its side. "Listen, Plushtrap."

Oh, yeah. Springtrap had earned that nickname from Puppet when she was a child because Puppet thought she was cute. She decided to nickname her "Plushtrap", which meant for Marionette "cute as a plushie but dangerous as a murderer". It meant a lot to her. She had built her personality around this nickname.

"What is it, Mommy ?" Springtrap asked, making her way to the bed and sitting by her mother's side. "I see that you're worried..."

"That's because I am, Plushie." Another nickname. Springtrap blinked but didn't say anything about it, even if she hated that nickname and she thought it was inappropriate. "I told you that... Highschool is very different from what you seem to expect."

Springtrap frowned and replied: "But I know Mommy, you told me about that a thousand times at least."

That made Puppet nod absently. "Yeah... Yeah I did..." She whispered, still nodding and not even looking at her daughter anymore, just staring at the ground.

Springtrap felt bad. She had never seen her mother that stressed out by something. Even though Highschool wasn't easy, and even though Springtrap could fail miserably and being hated by everyone, Puppet was acting strange. She was too tensed. That wasn't good at all.

That's when Springtrap noticed in her mother's hands a letter. It seemed to be undiscovered. It had a name written on it, but Marionette's finger was over it, preventing Springtrap to read it. "What is it, Mommy ?"

"Wha- Nothing !" Puppet reacted suddenly, hiding the letter behind her back and standing up all of a sudden. She was about to run to the door when Springtrap catched her arm, holding her back. "Release me, darling. You have to go to bed, you're waking up early tomorrow !"

"Tell me what this is and I'll let you go." Springtrap suggested, still holding her mother's arm. Although Puppet was her mother, that was to say a grown-up, she was still stronger than her. Maybe thanks to her father's abilities when he was younger.

"Plushtrap, please, just go to bed." Marionette nearly begged, freeing herself from her daughter's grip and fleeing. Springtrap was about to grab the letter but didn't. The letter was just ripped apart in both Puppet and Springtrap's hands, each of them having one half of the thing. "Look at what you've done !"

Springtrap didn't know what to say, so she just lowered her head. Marionette frowned furiously and left the room with the half of the letter that she had, slamming the door behind her. Springtrap startled and she felt tears running down her cheeks, having a frog in the throat. She went back to her bed, lying on it and closing her eyes, still holding the part of the letter in her hand. She bursted into tears and hid her head in the pillow, sobbing like a little girl.

She hated it when she fought with her beloved mother. She was everything she had. She hated to make her feel sad or angry. She wanted to see her smile.

While thinking, Springtrap raised her hand and looked at the half of the letter carefully. There was the end of a name written on it: "-gtrap". It had to be for her. But who wrote it ? Springtrap was sure that the other part of the letter contained the name of the expeditor. She needed to investigate and take that piece of paper back, to put everything back together and to finally know.

To finally know if someone was looking for her.

To be continued...