[A little drabble thing I thought of while in the car. Strange where your mind wanders when you're supposed to be focused on the road, huh? :3]
What do you mean, you can't deliver them on time? Why not!? I paid damn good money for those things!" The tautly built man, dressed to the nine's in a pinstripe suit and vest, angrily puffed at his cigar. He had hardly been listening to the man on the phone. His mind was more concerned with his antique collection not arriving for the second day. "How standard is standard shipping!? It has been at least a week!"
"No, the estimated time was five days, do not give me this!"
Aggravation.
"Sir, I implore you, the attraction opens in several days, and the exhibit is in no way complete until those damned-!" The man crushed his cigar against the ash-tray and growled. He shut the voice on the other end out with a firm smack to the receiver. For moments after, he tried to calm himself of everything he heard. 'Trouble shipping together,' 'Too big to ship together,' 'Too many parts'.
"God, if they so much as mangle them up more than I need them to be...!"
"Mr. Fazbear?" A knock came to the door, and tall, slender woman let herself in. She nodded to him and he sighed. "You're needed at the foyer. You have a package." The man, Fazbear, lit up like a child would at the candy shop, and showed himself out.
"He approached the delivery boy, and shooed him off, ignoring the paper that needed to be signed. "Yes... It may be one of them, but maybe it's him..." Another man emerged with a large paring knife, and he began cutting the edges of the upright crate, removing the tight wads of cellophane. A crowbar was used next, and Fazbear's anticipation merely grew. It was then the film of gold rushed at him, along with the packing peanuts and insulation. The woman from early began pushing the fabrics away, while the man with the crowbar began shifting the seven-and-a-half-foot tall animatronic out.
It was a hazy, murky gold and its ears were rotted to the red and blue wires of its skeleton. Its eyes were closed, its mouth hung precariously a little against its chest. The teeth were many, as were the tears and decay. Fazbear shouted in glee and circled the animatronic.
"I finally have him." Fazbear gleamed. The box and packing peanuts had been cleaned away, and now Fazbear had a chance to perfectly admire it. "You filthy, disgusting animatronic. You will make me millions...! I knew this franchise would do me good... After all the years of shit-talkers and false accusations...!"
Fazbear's hand traced along the suit's back, and flipped a switch under its segmented torso. The whirring filled his very being and he sighed as he came to life. "We'll finally be able to show them how fearful Fazbear's can be... Won't we, Springtrap?"
The animatronic tilted its head, the eyelids lowering as if in silent understanding. The woman and man with the crowbar had far been gone, and now, Fazbear remained in admiring awe of the animatronic.
"My great grandfather's first animatronic, huh. Must be weird to be called differently, isn't it, Springtrap? You used to be Fredbear! But now you can start fresh; start anew. Oh, I cannot let ANYTHING happen to you. I need a guard, proper staff... I'll send an ad for a night guard. Certainly some sap is looking for some quick cash."
The animatronic was left standing on its own, eyes pointed at the floor. Everything he saw of himself looked familiar, but different and like certain parts did not belong. The most disturbing feature, was the fact he could only keep his eyelids open for a short amount of time in intervals. When a slap to his shoulder knocked him of his reverie, he jittered.
"You'll have company soon enough. For now, let's set you in the back room. I want you safe and away from everyone possible." Once Fazbear lead Springtrap to the back room, a quaint smile lurched on his face. "My... This room hasn't changed...~"
Springtrap did not understand why the room felt so small, so suffocatingly small... But it was. When the light dimmed, until only complete blackness was left... He remembered.
Wow, wait that ending was not what I wanted. Unnecessary backstory? Headcanon? #Ew Anyway, I'm drabbling my way up so I can betaread for people! I always felt I was better at helping people with their problems then with my own. (/coughcough myownshittywriting cough/) uh... useless promotion is useless. BYE,,,
EDIT:::: SWEET COLLARD GREENS I DID NOT REALIZE THE FORMATTING- I JUST POSTED AND LEFT BECAUSE I HAD CLASS. ASDFGHJKLK THANK YOU CHEERUPSLEEPYJEAN, forbothinformingme (thoughobviouslylateonmyaccount/cough), AND FOR EXPECTING MORE FROM ME. I haven't checked my emails for updates, and I honestly didn't expect the views I got. Regardless, THANK YOU ALL.