Hi guys! This is my first fnaf story, so please let me know what you think! I will update this if I think people like it. This isn't the typical sweet Springtrap people usually write about. ;)
Springtrap is a robot through out, no human. Enjoy! 3

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Springtrap P.O.V.

I felt different, I felt... hollow? I kept my eyes closed and let myself rumble to an idle humming. All my gears and motors hummed to life with reluctant effort. I wonder how many years would have to pass before they gave out completely. I cringed mentally at the thought of complete helplessness, a true shell.
I finally opened my eyes and looked around the gritty, wet room. The room had a forest green glow to it, with a single light hanging from the ceiling, it's light stretching and flexing to try to illuminate everything it could. But the bulb was weak, and the light was low.
I twitched my ear anxiously as I tried to stand up. I don't remember the last time I was awake, and I knew something about me was different. I felt lighter, cleaner. I drew my hands back to the wall I was leaning against, brought my knees to my chest and began to rise, albeit uneasily.
There was a tall, dusty mirror in the corner of the supply closet. I walked up to it with curiosity, and analyze my appearance. I didn't like to look at myself directly for any reason, but I know the humans did somethingto me, and I hoped it was some much need repairs if they wanted me to continue functioning.
I noticed… nothing immediately. I twitched my ear again in anxiety and disappointment. I stepped closer, scanning the mirror one more time. My fur was still tore in my places, but I noticed some patchwork was attempted. My left ear was still broken in half, though, and my perma-grin was still present. I brought a hand up, and touched my face. At least they fixed my fingers, noticing the none of the digits were missing.
Still, a sigh escaped me. Nothing really changed.
I was still me.
As if to punish myself for expecting any type of mercy from this Hell, I brought both hands to my head, to show myself who I REALLY was. A corpse, a ghost, a prisoner.
I pushed at my face mask, to pull it up and away, and it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, I pushed harder, but nothing happened. It was fastened down, irremovable. I stared at myself, squinted at the tears in the fur.
All I saw was machinery. Wait…
What?
Ear twitching, I stood up straight in the mirror, and stared into my own eyes. Don't get hope just yet.
I opened my mouth, expecting the usual slight opening of my jaw. Instead my lower jaw dropped to a few inches above my chest and I had complete control my jaw joint. And best of all,
I was just me. I wasn't a cage, I wasn't a tomb anymore.
The body that had plagued me for 30 years was finally gone. The humans must have removed him from my body before restarting me. I couldn't feel his spirit housed within my body anymore, but I know I would never be truly free. After being stuck with someone for 30 years, their thoughts soon merge with your own. I know he conditioned me to enjoy to the hunt, I know he showed me the bliss that came with dominance, the comfort that came with playing god, if only a god for one human for 6 hours.
I knew I wasn't devoid of sin, even if I was no longer the embodiment. I just had the ability to pick and choose who were my pets and who were spared.
I was finally me, even if a different me. I was finally Springtrap, nothing more and certainly nothing less.
My ear twitched subconsciously again, but not with anxiety or dread, but with new found excitement. My kingdom was finally mine.
Long live the king.

Peyton's P.O.V.
I was called in on short notice. I was supposed to start on Monday, but the guard who was originally scheduled called off. I gladly came in, desperate for the money.
"Sure thing, Dylan, on my way." I reassured gently before hanging up with my phone, and throwing on some jeans and a hoodie. I stepped outside, and instantly wheeled back around. It was November and I knew the winter chill was present, but I wasn't excepting it to drop to the teens. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 15 degrees out. I came inside, layered up, made a cup of hot chocolate and braved the cold once more.
Snow began to fall, as my car's engine roared to life, and I made my way to work.
After the short 15 minute drive, I was parked outside of Fazbear's Fright. I rolled my eyes at the notion of a year-long horror attraction being open, but I was a huge baby when it came to being scared so I tried not to jinx my luck. I knocked on the back door, and shivered as I heard fumbling on the other side. Dylan greeted me with a half smile, and held the door open for me. I stomped my boots on the ground to rid them of the snow and took in my surroundings. It was a run down building, I don't know whether for atmosphere or just because that's how it really was. Lighting was poor and the air was stiff and hard to breathe. Dylan motioned for me to step into what I'm assuming was my office and I took my coat off and set it on the back of the chair behind the desk.
"Again, thank you so much Peyton, for coming in. This definitely lets us know you're reliable. Anyways, your job will be to keep watch around here. Make sure no one breaks in, and no guests are hurt. Once we begin to see a steady supply of customers, your job from that point on will be to look scared, as silly as it sounds."
"No, I get it. It's part of the experience." I smiled at Dylan.
He smiled back, mumbled a "I suppose so," and asked me if I wanted a tour, which I agreed to. He led me down dark hallways, illuminated by old animatronic heads with lights inside. A very faint music box could be heard on the sound system, upping the creepy factor by about a million. I shivered.
There was child like drawings on the walls, along with posters of the previous pizza places. There was beat up arcade games with static screens from the old establishments, and pizza boxes laying around. I thought I could hear a faint clank-ing in the background, but I wasn't sure so I ignored it.
Dylan spoke up, "A lot of this, as you can tell is for atmosphere. When we open in a week, we'll hire actors to scare people. So as of right now, we only have 2 actors." Dylan said that last part rushed and I raised my eyebrow. Clank-ing was louder now, definitely there.
"They let managers work as actors here?" I questioned, growing uncomfortable.
"Heh.. Well no. I'm not the other actor." He mumbled nervously.
"Well then, who is?" Louder now. Closer now. My heart began to pump hard and loud. Why was Dylan 'ignoring' the coming sound as much as I was?
"Well… He is." Dylan side-stepped, as if he could possibly block out the huge figure behind him.
My throat seized a scream from erupting from my lips, and I just stood there slack jawed.
The creature that joined us, stepped more into the hallway light and I was able to truly see his might.
The robot was at least 6' 7'', and with his ears, a good 8'. He was in the form of a dull yellow bunny, but everything about him was uninviting and unsettling. He had a Joker-like grin plastered on his face, with a round face and very expressive eyes. They had silver irises and seemed to be able to drill a hole through you. He was bulky and solid, even if his fur was torn and ripped. A gentle hum was emitted from him, and he.. just stared at me.
He head tilted to the side, and he blinked once, before speaking (speaking?!).
"I-I am Sspppring-g-gtrap. Hello."
The voice was deep and commanding of attention, human like in it's tone, but metallic and clearly from a machine. That only heightened my fear.
"H-hi, Springtrap. I'm Peyton." I managed to give a small wave, but the bunny continued to stare.
Dylan cleared his throat. "Yes.. Well. This is Springtrap. He is an animatronic that was recovered. Don't worry he was inspected and is fully functional." Springtrap hummed at this, and I couldn't tell if it was amusement or irritation.
Wait, how could it be either? He's a robot, Peyton. Pull it together. Just a very scary robot.
"Springtrap, despite his appearance," another hum from the robot, "is probably one of the most advanced robot you'll encounter in an establishment like this."
I looked over at Dylan for the first time, since Springtrap appeared.
"What do you mean?"

"Well, his AI is very beyond a normal sing-and-dance animatronic. He was built to be independent and self-sufficient. He is capable of making decisions, evaluating situations, and communication. He thinks like you and I think."
Something about that horrified me. Robots already gave me the whoolies, but a human like one? Nothing good ever came from that.
I finally found my voice, "Is he self aware? Does he have emotions?" The last question sounded silly, but it just came out.
Dylan was silent for a moment, then replied. "Well, I think he is self aware, personally. It could be up for debate. And as far as emotions? I don't think so. I think he just has preferences."
After a few more moments, Dylan looked to Springtrap, and asked if he could give us some privacy. Springtrap responded with a low moaning noise, before twitched and slowly returning to the darkness he came from.
Dylan and I turned back and headed to the office, where we had some small talk. You know, 'where are you from?, 'How do you like the weather?' type of talk. After about 15 minutes, Dylan and I walked back out to the hallway in front of the office. He walked towards the door, waving over his head and slipping outside. As he left,
I said,
"Bye Dylan."
"Bye Dylan."
My skin went pale. My heart froze. I almost passed out right there from the sheer weight of the fear that was webbing in my veins.
Slowly, carefully, and in disbelief, I turned around.
There I saw, Springtrap with that horrible grin, waving his arm goodbye at the closed door, now staring down at me.