Chapter 1
Breaching the Doors
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
The rain seeped through the holes in the roof, forming puddles all over the floor.
Tap, tap, tap-drip drip.
Someone was in the building. The figure heard, but it remained motionless. It couldn't move even if it wanted to. It had tried to stand up many times already.
ERR.
It showed up in his vision every time. It didn't work. It was impossible to leave the room.
Tap, tap, drip, tap, drip, Thump.
Another person.
Creak.
The door slowly opened. Two humanoid silhouettes stood outside the door.
"Dude, do you see this? Here we were, expecting to come back empty handed, and look at what we found!"
"Meh". The other figure said in a bored tone. "Probably just an empty suit." "Nah, man! I can see metal through those holes! If this thing is still functional…" The figure paused to take a breath. "The place is gonna be a huge success!" "Maybe…" The other figure muttered, still sounding bored. "Dude, help me get this thing on the truck! This is gonna rock!"
He felt them lifting him up and carrying him to the open door of a trailer. They set him down with a Thump. As the darkness closed around him, his only thought was where are they taking me?
Bang.
ERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORER
"Dude, it isn't turning on." "Here, let me try. Wait… Are you kidding me, you didn't trip the locks?" "Uh, what?" "Dude, you're meant to trip the locks! The animatronic is in suit mode, that's why it's not turning on!"
These people must really be stupid the animatronic thought to himself. He was in animatronic mode, but the stuff inside him was preventing the joints from moving.
"Wait, are those guts in there?"
Finally…
"Well, at least we know why it isn't turning on." "I don't freaking care about why it doesn't turn on, I just want to know why the crap it has guts in its suit!"
Squelch.
"What the crap?!" The organs that had been inside the animatronic were now strewn all over the floor. "Man, this isn't good…"
Yes it is… The animatronic thought to itself. It could move now. But not in front of these humans…
Don't move.
"We've got to tell the boss!" "You're right dude!"
They're gone. The animatronic tilted its head from side to side.
I can move. It tried to stand up. This time, the error message didn't appear. He was free to leave. He studied the room around him. Actually, it wasn't even a room. It was a hallway, with green tiled walls, with children's drawings of various animals on random places. Wires hung from the ceiling, giving the place a sense if fear and disrepair.
Where am I?
He dragged his hand across the wall as he made his way down the hallway. He turned right, to see a mask that seemed to depict a fox, with a light bulb inside. But that wasn't what interested him. It was that the fox looked… familiar. Too familiar. He knew its face, its grin, the mask itself. He'd seen it in a box in his father's workshop… before he became an animatronic. He could still remember the day clearly, though it had been 30 years since it had happened. He clenched his fists. It was all his father's fault. If he hadn't…
Whoosh…
He turned around. Nothing was there. He frowned. He could have sworn he heard something behind him. He looked in front of him. There was nothing there.
Whoosh…
SSHHHHHRRUUUAAAAAUUUUHHHH!
He jumped back as a black, green and red fox charged at him from the darkness. He braced himself, expecting to be knocked back, but the fox disappeared before it came into contact with him. And although it hadn't affected him physically, it had done something else.
Murderer! Killer! Liar! Traitor!
"W-Wh-Wha-…" His head was filled with noises and images. Children dancing around a birthday cake. A silver machine scooping something out of animatronic belly. Screams and laughter. Blood splattered on the wall. And finally a goofy golden bunny holding a bloody knife, standing over the bloodied corpses of children.
That was me.
He couldn't hide it. He might not be the same person, but he was the same suit. The same animatronic. But still…
Was it me?
He was the same suit, but not the same person. His father had killed and kidnapped children. He hadn't done anything wrong.
But you didn't try to stop him.
"Why are you showing me this?! I did none of it!"
Huh.
He lies.
Kill him!
He deserves to die!
ERNKNFNAFWJAJFEBJWEBJWEB!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Stop lying and admit it!
"I am not William Afton! I am not my father!"
Silence.
He had a son?
He may be the same…
But he might be different!
"Yeah, I'm different, ok? Can you cut it out?! Your voices are driving me crazy."
"Our apologies." He turned around, to see the phantom fox that had attacked him, surrounded by other seemingly burnt animatronics. A bear wearing a top hat and clutching a microphone, a chicken with a bib and only one arm, a mangled fox hanging from the ceiling, a small boy that kept on flapping his arms, and a puppet that just stared at him. He knew them all. "We thought you were your father…" It was the fox that spoke to him. "You have to admit though, you do resemble him." He clenched his fists. "I am nothing like my father. I only did it for her…"
Pain…
"You have suffered, but you have to move on now… Michael."
A chill ran down the spine of his endoskeleton. "How do you know my name?"
"I recognise you now… you used to come to the Prize Corner every day."
It was the puppet that spoke. It still stared at him coldly, but now there was something else in the cold gaze.
Clunk, Ka-Clunk, Ka-Clunk.
"They're coming back!"
"Disintegrate!"
Michael quickly ran back to his place in the hallway and dropped to the floor.
Clunk.
"Man that was really weird. The boss doesn't care!"
"I agree. That animatronic has something wrong with it… I mean guts?! Seriously, what kind of sick person does that?!"
If only you knew…
"Well, a person could have been mauled in the suit. I heard that it happened a few times." "Well, that's just sick."
Ha…
"What should we call it? I mean, Spring Bonnie isn't a very scary name." "Remind me buddy, it's called a spring suit, right?" "Uh, yeah. A springlock suit." "And it traps people in the suit?" "Uh, yeah." "Mate, I think I've got a scary name for this thing. You wanna hear it?" "Go ahead."
"Springtrap."