AN: wow been a long while since I posted ANYTHING here...FNAF galaxy is...well...I dunno where it sits now...I have ideas, but no motivation lately. This little thing came about after watching the finale of Tony Crynight's FNAF animated series.
The last scene with Fredbear and Springtrap with that haunting melody (Lucky Charm by Mimi Olesen) just gave my motivation a jump start and so this came about
Dunno if I want to make a one-shot or more chapters...we'll see
Disclaimer: FNAF characters and world are copy write Scott Cawthon
Music to listen to while reading this: Lucky Charm by Mimi Olesen
The passage of time is cruel, uncaring, merciless, and unending. It yields for no man nor building nor item…trees wither, mountains crumble, and man passes away. So it is with machines...cars rust and break down, computers slow down, and batteries eventually wear out. Animatronics are no different as without proper care and maintenance their servos rust and lock up...their optics short out...and eventually they just cease to work altogether. One such animatronic was Fredbear...one part of the stage duo of Spring and Fredbear...a hare and bear animatronic duet for a family diner.
Due to a tragic event, the diner was closed down and the two robotic animal friends were shut away into storage where they would remain for the next twenty years. The hard part was that while Fredbear gave into the passage of time, his friend, Spring, did not.
"Please…so-someone...ple-please I n-need help"
The hare sat across from his deactivated partner and friend in the storage room of an old warehouse. The years had not been kind to the two robotic animals...one of Spring's ears lay detached as tears and holes mottled his suit while dirt, grime, and rust covered the remains of Fredbear. The hare had long given up on weeping for his lost friend...it only used up what little oil he had left, not that it was any good anymore. Still, Spring refused to leave the one he had called brother...it didn't feel right to him.
"S-Someone...p-please...l-let us out..."
Spring tried many times to ignore their situation, holding onto the belief that soon the diner would be reopened. That belief died out five years before when he realized that Fredbear would never reawaken. Spring accepted his friend's passing but why was he still there? Why was he to continue to suffer? Why had they abandoned them?
"L-LET US OUT! P-PLEASE! A-At le-least take him away...please..."
Spring's voice hiccuped as he fought back his anger and despair, it was a fool's errand that someone care about something like him. Something that caused such a terrible tragedy, he had gotten an employee killed and his home shut down. At first, he wept for fear of their safety...then he wept for the loss of his home...and finally he wept for the loss of his friend. But, he would weep no more...when one is alone for years with only the remains of their best friend; the results are disastrous to one's psyche.
"WHY D-DOES NO O-ONE CA-CARE?! A-A-ANSWER ME! YOU B-B-BUILT US!"
Silence greeted the hare again as his yells echoed through the old storage room, no response like the many times before. He would call out despite all the damage and disrepair his systems were in, hoping that someone would hear. However, the only thing that would greet the broken down animatronic hare would be silence or his own echo. Not even the slightest call back, but that didn't stop him from trying or venting.
"You h-h-humans...you're a-a-all alike...t-t-tools, that's all w-w-we were to you...t-t-tools to make mo-mo-money...MAYBE W-W-WE HAD F-F-FEELINGS! M-M-MAYBE WE C-COULD FEEL EMOTIONS! AND AS S-S-SOON AS WE B-B-BROKE...as s-soon as we...broke..."
Spring laid his head against his legs and stared at the darkness of the storage room. His cpu was damaged and worn out, but his memory core had never shorted out in the slightest. He remembered the happiness of seeing the people smiling and laughing with Fredbear's and his antics. Children cheering for each song they played...the families laughing at their jokes...and the smiles that he and Fredbear received at the end of a performance. He also remembered the fear...the sheer terror the customers showed him when that horrible event occurred and the look of anguish Fredbear had given him. It broke his pump in four different places, but he knew that if he did something, it'd make things worse in the long run.
"...you t-t-truly care a-a-about nothing b-b-but money"
Spring sighed as he sat and waited for his end, he knew that no one was coming and it's not like his systems were holding on. His optics were getting fuzzy and voice box had been hiccuping a lot more lately, he knew that soon he'd be joining his friend in deactivation. At least that was what he was thinking until a paper caught his eye. It was a poster that looked like it was ready to fall apart due to the years passing by. It showed a bear, rabbit, hen, and a fox standing happily together on a stage. It enraged the old hare, not from the image...but the news that read below the image.
"n-n-new and i-improved F-F-Freddy Fazbear's P-P-Pizza...s-s-starring Freddy F-F-Fazbear, F-F-Foxy the p-p-pirate, Ch-Chica the chicken...and B-B-Bonnie Bunny...new a-a-animatronics with new s-s-safety features f-f-for a fun and s-s-safe place t-t-to visit"
Spring's vision went red as he screamed out, the angry tears of oil starting to drip from his optics as he struggled to grab the poster so he could tear it to shreds.
"R-R-REPLACED! A-AFTER EVERYTHING W-W-WE DID, WE GET TOSSED IN H-H-H-HERE AND Y-Y-YOU JUST GET SO-SOME NEW ONES! L-LIKE WE'RE D-D-DUST TO BE SWEPT UNDER T-THE RUG!"
The old hare cried in rage and despair, no one was coming…he knew that now. He and Fredbear were just memories now and no one cared about memories. Even the children that had cherished his and Fredbear's performances so much soon found themselves enjoying some new toy or game. Letting his arm fall to his side, Spring glared hatefully at the poster. The eyes of the characters in the image seemingly taunting him, telling him that he was over and done with. That the new stars were here and that he was probably never going to be even remembered.
"...w-why? W-Why? W-WHY?! WHY M-M-MUST WE S-SUFFER?! AUUGHHHHHH!"
The scream that Spring let loose shook the windows of the old warehouse. He didn't want to be active anymore, he wanted this to end, to be free of this hell that the humans had placed him in. If only they would just come in and deactivate him, why? Why were his systems still operational? Why was he still active when Fredbear's had given out years before?
"IS THIS S-S-S-SOME SICK GAME T-TO YOU?! LE-LETTING ME SIT HERE A-A-AND ROT UN-UNTIL I GO INSANE?!"
Spring stopped for a second, maybe he was insane, his cpu certainly was old and dated. He also was one to rant and rave to nothing. But, it was his only way of coping...there wasn't anyone else there and he certainly didn't like to look at the remains of his best friend. It hurt way too much to even look at the broken down bear. Spring leaned back against the hard stone wall of the room and stared up at a window where some moonlight shown through. It was a simple thing...a single window with a ray of moonlight shining through, but to Spring it was the freedom that they were being denied. Something so close and so simple, yet so impossible for him to even reach.
"a-a-all I want...is t-t-too be le-let out...please..."
Spring continued to stare at the window before letting out a whimper knowing that he'd never be let out. Though that thought came to a halt as a banging sound caught his battered audio receivers. It sounded like a door, Spring's eyes widened. Was there someone there? Would they find him?! Would he and Fredbear finally be released?! Questions ran through the old hare's processors as a new found hope wormed its way into his pump...hope that once had died...hope that was seemingly restored as the sound of footsteps filled the old warehouse.
Please...please come...let me be free...let us be free...please...I beg of you
"Did they say what to get for that new attraction? What was it called again?"
The voice's words filled Spring with happiness...happiness that he hadn't felt in so long that he almost forgot how it warmed his pump. However, the next voice's words darkened that happiness into despair.
"Fazbear's Fright, that new horror attaction...you know, like a haunted house...they want us to get an authentic animatronic from this old warehouse and storage building...said they had some broken ones here we could use"
Horror attraction?! Haunted house?! NO! I want to bring joy to the children again! Not fear! Please! Don't make me relive those memories!
Spring's pump shattered again as he stared at the doorway of the storage room, the humans were getting closer and they'd pick him up...but not to perform. He'd be used to scare people...he'd be made into a monster from their nightmares.
No! Please no! I want to bring joy! Not fear! Not terror!
The door opened and light flooded Spring's optics as two men wearing uniforms and holding flashlights stood in the doorway.
"Hey, Dan...we hit the jackpot here…look, two of them!"
The thinner man sighed while shining his light over Fredbear's remains and shook his head.
"Sorry Jack, one…that one looks like it deactivated years ago, let's get the rabbit one boxed up and shipped out"
