CHAPTER 1
Why – By Springtrap
Were you ever in a situation where everything is just ten miles of what the hell, and you stop for a minute and think to yourself, "How the hell did I get here?" Because somewhere between the spring-locks coming loose and me bleeding, suffocating, my organs failing, pretty much every painful way of death you can possibly imagine, and my bloody screaming and hacking, that thought entered my head. How did I get to a point in my life where I was collapsed on the grimy floor of an abandoned kiddie pizzeria, thrashing about, screaming and bleeding, in a rotted old bunny suit?
I've maybe told two whole people in my life why I did what I did. Two close friends, who both asked the same question: "Why?" Why did I stop in front of that crappy little diner and stab a little kid that was crying outside? Why did I even go and get a job as a day guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in '87? Ah yes, the pizzeria from 1987. I remember it well. I always hated it.
The management was awful, and everyone who worked for that Fazbear Entertainment company was completely incompetent. Like, hey, guys, if you don't want people mistaking the bunny for a girl, maybe you shouldn't have named it Bonnie. And when you redesign it, maybe don't give it eye shadow and bigger eyelashes than the actual girl of the group's! And who the hell thought it was a good idea to put that chicken in a bikini anyway? What character designer at Fazbear Entertainment said, "Hey, you know what this chicken needs? Really bangin' hips and a bikini. Yeah, that'll really improve it." The 80s were weird, man.
But I digress. I got a job as a security guard there to get close to the kids. I started as a night guard, but I think the animatronics knew I was up to something (or recognized me, heh), because they kept trying to get into the office. Especially that damn puppet thing. But that's okay, because this turned out to be the perfect excuse to get moved to the day shift, which I had to be on in order to get close to the kids.
Downside though was having to interact with all the stupid teenagers and college kids that worked during the day. The most annoying part was that the poor schmucks who were hired to wear those old spring-lock costumes wouldn't stop asking me to help them put the damn things on. Which actually ended up being helpful, because then I knew exactly how they worked! Allowing me to more easily trick children into following me without even having to show my face.
"Golden Freddy" and "Golden Bonnie", I think the employees often called them to distinguish them from the not-golden Freddy and Bonnie. Professionally, they were called Spring Freddy, or "Fredbear", and Spring Bonnie. 'Cause you know, spring-locks. Those suits were super easy to use, at least for me, you just shove the hand-crank in the back and it gets all the robot bits out of the way. You can climb right inside and wear it like a normal costume. A normal costume that can double as an iron maiden apparently.
I stayed late one night after everyone else left, and before whatever poor moron they got to actually take the night shift got in, in order to properly hide the bodies. They were kind of scattered, so I had to run around and collect them. It seemed like it was going to go so smoothly, until that old Freddy animatronic they kept in the back somehow got turned on and came after me. I didn't know really what to do, and I still had the hand-crank I used for the spring-lock suit in my hand, so I took my chances and whacked him in the head with it. He shut right down. Can't believe the night shift guy said he was actually having problems with these things.
Unfortunately though, management caught wind of what I did. Forgot those security cameras actually recorded stuff… The recordings didn't show much, but they showed enough. Which included me there long after I should have left. I tried to go into hiding until I could flee a few states over, but somehow they found me. Probably shouldn't have put my actual address on that job application, huh? Probably shouldn't have hidden at my actual house either. Man, I did not plan this out. Either way, I was arrested, but fortunately for me they couldn't find the bodies! Honestly, that was a shock to me too! I had just shoved them in the safe-room. I was going to bury them out back, but then Freddy distracted me and I had to get out of there before the night shift guy showed up. But they couldn't find a damn thing. I didn't leave any fingerprints behind or anything, so uh, you know. No bodies. No evidence. No murders.
Honestly, I kind of loved the fact that they caught me and I got off scot free. Because that brings me back to the why of it all. Why did I kill a bunch of kids in a dumb little pizza chain? Why would I do such a heartless thing? Well, I'll tell you. Infamy. That's it. I just wanted to be known for something.
I wasn't a talented person. I couldn't be famous in the traditional sense. Besides, what fun is being famous? When you're famous, you have to be Mr. Perfect 24/7, and if you're not, you're shunned by the public immediately. Becoming infamous is the exact opposite. People are fascinated with you because of how horrible you are. You kill some kids and manage to get away with it, even if it was partly due to dumb luck with the bodies disappearing into goddam thin air, you're going to be remembered for something. And no one will expect you to do any better. Think about every horrible killer you've ever heard of. People remember them and all the awful things they did because there's no way in hell you could forget. That's what I wanted.
That rush I got whenever I saw a report on the news or a headline in the paper about the mysterious murders at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was indescribable. Especially after I got away with it. But I suppose it was that desire and enjoyment of my infamy that cut my life short and brought me to where I ended up. A rotting corpse in a musty old rabbit suit. Such a dignified way to go, am I right?
It wouldn't have happened had identifying DNA not become such a thing in crime investigation. I was afraid someone would open the case again and bring forward new evidence. I'm not sure if they could, like if that would count as double jeopardy. I was charged, but the case was eventually thrown out due to lack of evidence. I don't know, but I wanted to be safe. And I, stupidly thinking that someone would actually go inside Freddy's ever again, went to destroy all remaining evidence.
I broke into Freddy's, and the old animatronics were still there. And on for some reason! It didn't look like they even touched anything in there after it closed, they just left this place to rot. I loved it. But I knew if I didn't get to those animatronics first, they would get to me. So, I put on an old Freddy costume and lured them to that safe-room that I knew they couldn't get into. I mean, they couldn't in the '87 place, I was praying like hell they couldn't here. Luckily, they couldn't! When they tried getting in, they'd seize up, giving me time to drop the costume and run out there, whack 'em in the shins, and tear them apart. Real easy. Like, criminally easy. Seriously, how did people have problems with these things? You could tap them with a throw pillow and they'd break.
So, I hacked them all into a million pieces, and then was going to go scrub out that old spring-lock costume I used. Before I even got a chance to really do anything I went there for, I was suddenly confronted by the ghosts of the kids I had killed. Yeah, that happened! Then they chased me into that Spring Bonnie costume, and the locks came loose, and my insides became jelly. Hey, how was I supposed to know that mutilating a bunch of crappy mascots would release the souls of the children I murdered that were trapped within them making them want to get revenge?
See, I remember that they gave the old night guard back at the place in '87 that was only open for like two weeks an old Freddy mask, and it actually worked. Well, for most of them, I think. So, you know, I thought jumping in that old Bonnie suit would make them think I was one of the animatronics, and they wouldn't do whatever it was they were planning to do. …Look, I panicked, okay? What do you want from me? It made total sense in my head at the time.
But that brings me to where I was. Sitting on the floor, screaming and bleeding, with a million and a half rusty metal shards piercing every inch of my body. Like a rat caught in a spring-trap. Wait, spring-trap. That's a cool word, I'm gonna use that. Springtrap, that's going to be my alias now. I have to write that down somewhere.
Uh, sorry, anyway. Within minutes of being smashed in that suit, I blacked out, and was quickly no more. But then, I don't know if it was days or weeks or even years later, I woke up. Yeah, that's right! I woke up from death. However, I felt… very different. A different that's practically impossible to describe in existing words.
Don't get confused, I was dead. Deader than Fazbear Entertainment's credibility. But I stood up and looked at my reflection in the screen of an old arcade cabinet that they had stored in that safe-room. When I opened up Spring Bonnie's mouth, I saw my head in there. It was a dried up husk, it didn't even look like me anymore. I couldn't seem to move my mouth or eyes or anything. Then I realized I opened Spring Bonnie's mouth without even using any of the rigs in the suit. I ran my hand across the suit's head, and touched the ears. I could feel my hands on them, and I could feel the ears on the suit's hand. I touched my head inside the suit's mouth, and I didn't even feel anything on my face. It took me a long time to really grasp it, but I soon realized that I wasn't in control of me anymore, I was controlling Spring Bonnie.
Obviously, as soon as I came to that conclusion, it took me a week or five to stop flipping out over the fact that I was now a dried up corpse inside of a rabbit suit, but even more-so that I wasn't even me anymore. My soul, which I apparently had, was no longer attached to my body, but now Spring Bonnie's. I was in full control of this suit. I could see perfectly through its eyes, I could blink, I could move the ears and mouth, all the limbs, every single digit. I was Spring Bonnie. I'm sorry, no, I was Springtrap. (If I'm gonna be stuck in this suit, I'm making it my own.)
I couldn't just die and go to Hell or whatever afterlife that did or didn't exist, nope! I had to get my soul stuck in what was essentially my own coffin! Don't even know how that happened! I don't know if this is just some natural process, or whatever deities exist decided that this was a good way of punishing me. Or hell, maybe those damn kids did this, I don't know! I always sort of assumed I'd get what was coming to me eventually. I just didn't know it would be this… abstractly cruel.
Well, I was now in control of a crumbling rabbit animatronic containing my slowly decaying corpse sealed away forever in the back room of a god-awful abandoned children's restaurant. No one knew I was there, so no one was coming to look for me. So, I just had to saddle up for an eternity of being bored out of my goddamn mind!
Through the decades, I began to really think. Began to ruminate on my crimes. I sort of thought, you know, "Hey, maybe that wasn't such a good idea!" Oh, not the whole 'killing children' thing, more the whole breaking and entering into Freddy's maybe wasn't such a good idea. 'Cause when I really looked at that place… No one was coming back there. Not in my lifetime anyway. They weren't going to find anything I may have left behind. God, I was stupid.
I really thought I was going to be stuck in that room for eternity. The room was sealed up somehow. No way I was going to knock that door down without completely destroying this body. I just sort of assumed I was stuck forever. But then one day, a saving grace came my way. A saving grace in the form of a bunch of overexcited college-aged kids who hacked through the wall and into the safe-room with a pickaxe. They took one look at me, started freaking out in the happiest possible way, and shouted, "WE GOT ONE!" No idea what was going on, but I assumed it was good things! For once in my life, someone was happy to see me! I didn't care, I was just happy to finally get out of that god-forsaken safe-room.
I was dragged out of there and quickly shoved into the back of a truck, and driven off to some kind of amusement park. They strapped me to a handcart and wheeled me up to a fake haunted house-looking building. When I saw the sign, "FAZBEAR'S FRIGHT: A HORROR ATTRACTION – COMING SOON!" I put the pieces together and figured out exactly what was going on. Oh, this was gonna be fun, I could just tell… Please read that with as much sarcasm as possible.