Springtrap

"There was a young child in the hallway. I grinned, knowing that I had set eyes on my sixth victim. I had murdered five other children, unceremoniously stuffing them in the animatronics of the resturaunt that this place, Fazbear's Fright, was based of off, the old restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. She tried to stop me. Charlie had attempted to destroy me, activating the springlocks that held back the animatronic parts, causing them to break loose and pierce my flesh. Twenty years later, I can still recall the pain and torment that almost lead to my death. The springlocks that had been holding back the animatronic parts snapped back, lacerating my body nearly everywhere, reopening the scars. Then the parts themselves jerked their way into my body, puncturing my lungs, stabbing into my chest only just enough to scratch my heart, breaking my ribs, destroying my organs. The agony lasted unnaturally long, almost ten minutes before my misery ended. I had known nothing but blackness for twenty years, blackness and the voices of those five children whispering to me, finally forgiving me, realizing that my murdering them had given them eternal life. I had learned much about them. They had acquired a different kind of wisdom that was different from the kind you normally see. But the thing that had stuck with me most was the fact that a certain supernatural being had killed all their siblings who lived on a particular street, named Elm Street. They knew that it attacked the others through dreams. Two of them had even been visited by him, and told me about how he had been horribly burned. He had had metal claws on his fingers, which he used to cut them, but they had woken up before the thing could finish him off. They told me that their parents had mentioned it, along with the name of Freddy Krueger. I had, twenty years later, been truly awakened by the sounds of people speaking loudly, drilling into the wall of the safe room, where I was. When they finally knocked it down, I could see light for the first time in twenty years. I had to remain stiff, though, so nothing would appear out of order. They picked me up, loaded me into a truck that was backed into a hole in the building, and drove off. I could see, by the very faint light that still seemed almost blinding to me, that they had also taken the others, even the Fredbear suit. I did not know how I was alive, or how I could feel both my body and the Bonnie suit as if they, together, were my body. I was trapped in the suit for so long I was part of the suit. Springlocked… Trapped. Spring...trapped. I am Springtrap. When we stopped, I felt myself being taken out, along with the other children. I would have gasped, but I could not, but I had, for the first time in over thirty years, seen moonlight. But this moonlight was not the "gentle" kind, as one might describe it, but cold and harsh. I could see a sign above the building I was being taken into, which read, Fazbear's Fright. I shook off the memories, irritated by my momentary idiocy. I approached the child, who was alone. He looked at me, afraid, but with the kind of a person who is thinking, Wow, this place really is freaky. The thought enraged me, and I stepped closer, about to make sure that this foolish child would never see the light of day. He was alone, and nobody was about to catch me. The child fainted, and I stopped for a moment, confused. Suddenly, he began thrashing, and cuts were opening all over his body. I stepped into the shadows to watch exactly how long it would take Krueger to kill the child, but then an unnaturally tall man wearing a hockey mask walked over to the child and killed him with his machete. I knew this man personally. Jason Voorhees. Before I could register even more anger, Jason just melted into the shadows, leaving behind the corpse of the dead child. I quickly took the dead child, left the place I was in, put him in an alleyway, and went back to Fazbear's Fright. I didn't want to have the child's body in Fazbear's Fright, or I might never get a chance to kill again.