No, go back – we were so close! I snapped at what I've accepted as my other half. We could have killed him! I never thought that I'd end up like this. I blame my father – my cruel drunken father. If he'd been nice to me, I wouldn't have been driven to kill him. I wouldn't have enjoyed killing him, and then go on to kill those kids at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I wouldn't have to run from the kids angry spirits.

I wouldn't have become this half-man, half-animatronic abomination of life.

We are two halves of a whole. My other half – the animatronic half – told me. You are the Purple Man, the murder. I am Bun-bun, child entertainer. Together we are Springtrap.

I don't care! I snapped back. Just go back to that dumb night guard.

I have to check the child first.

THERE IS NO CHILD!

Yes, there is, Purple Man. I have to check on him.

Both of us "take turns" controlling the body – controlling the real puppet. Bun-bun took over whenever the night guard played a noise – that sounded just like a child saying "hello", "hi", or just giggling – and headed for whatever room the noise came from. But once he got there I took over and headed straight for the guard. I don't know why I want to kill him… her… whatever gender it is… I just know that I do.

It took a life time for Bun-Bun to get there, and once he did I took over and began to make my way into a room with a vent.

Then six am hit.

I had failed because of Bun-bun.

But just like the children I killed that haunted the animatronics, I couldn't escape.

This was my punishment – to be given a goal, to not be able to achieve said goal, and not being able to escape without achieving said goal.

Is this how the children felt? Did they do this to me so that I could feel their pain, their suffering?

I turned around, feeling a sudden heat. Wires were on the floor, sparks flying everywhere…

And a fire blazing close by it.

This is it.

This is the end of me.

This is the end of Bun-bun, of Fazbear Fright: The horror Attraction, of Springtrap.

This was the end of everything.

It could have been my eyes playing tricks on me, but I swear I can see the five figures of the five children I had killed dancing in the flames. Then, just like my alliance with Bun-bun, I was forced into memories…

~0~0~

Fifty Years ago…

I was leading a group of children. It has been a week since I had killed my father and ran away… and the lust for blood remains in me. Donning a Bun-bun costume, I had gained the trust of five children.

"How much longer until we get there, Bonnie?" One of the kids – a little girl – asked me. The parts and service room was just ahead.

"We're just there." I pointed at the parts and service room. "It's in there."

I took them into the room. They huddled closer to me when they saw the older animatronics. "Don't worry." I said "They can't hurt you." I looked the door.

And then killed them.

The last two screamed, so I had to shut them up quickly. I hid them inside the suits and put the Bun-bun suit back in the safe room and ran out of that building.

But the thought of them coming back for revenge scared me… and what if someone found them inside the suit? That Jeremy guy already got arrested for my crimes, but what if someone discovered the truth?

I eventually went back.

And tore them apart.

And became a half to Springtrap.

~0~0~

Present day…

I regret it all, I REGREAT IT ALL. GIVE ME A SECOND CHANCE!

I never got a second chance.

Only the pleasure of escaping my hell, by burning in it.