A/N: Well, fuck me sideways with a rusty teaspoon. People like my shit. You asked for it, this is gonna become a oneshot series.

Dedicated to all those who appreciated my last oneshot, this one is set into another AU, basically the contrary of the last one: Scott managed to survive the capture, and now works at Fazbear's Fright, while Vincent got "springtrapped" (Scott didn't therefore see Vincent killing the kids). As the last one, this is not necessarily to be interpreted as a shipping fic, but if you wish then you can. I know I will. Purple Phone is one of my (L)OTPs after all. Don't judge me, in my AU it kind of makes sense.

This time, I'm trying to write from a first person POV. Set 20 years after Fnaf 1 (that in my headcanon was set in 2002), Scott is 54, Dave Taylor is Phone Dude, Kevin Rodney is the night guard of Fnaf 3 and they are both 21. Pole-Bear's ds. Enjoy.

(Also yes, with this timeline Scott and Vinny were both 15 in the '83. I know they theoretically shouldn't have been working at the time, but since in this game they had animatronics with facial recognition and tablets in the '87, your argument is invalid).


Green-eyed monster

I don't remember much, of the "accident". Pain, a lot of it, and warm, dense liquid covering me. The person who saved me, a nice guy called Mike, says I was in a terrible state, when he found me inside the Freddy suit, before proceeding to hug the life out of me like I was some kind of Teddy Bear. Um, wait. Bad similitude, he he.

I can't help but wonder if that's what Vincent experienced, when Spring Bonnie closed on him that time in the '83. The very idea is horrifying.

… I miss him. I have no idea of where he disappeared, sincerely. All I know is that I haven't heard of him since I woke up from the coma. Poor Vincent. He's so frail... Don't get me wrong, he's one of the strongest people I know, it must be incredibly difficult to hold yourself together with all the disturbs he has. At the same time, however, it feels like the faintest whisper can shatter him. He more than once told me that I was the only reason he hadn't done something drastic yet, and it makes me worry. But nobody seems to know where he is, and I don't know what to do. For a while, I settled at Mike's.

He's really kind. Mike, I mean. He offered me a place to stay until I could afford paying for my own apartment. Though, not many people are willing to hire someone who seems like he ended up in a fistfight with Freddy Kruger or however you spell it, so I end up returning at his place basically every month. Well, the truth isn't that far from it, after all. I did have a fight with Freddy. Just not that one.

Anyway, after twenty years, three of which spent like a male Sleeping Beauty at the hospital, the others trying to heal completely and find a stable occupation, I finally found a job that hopefully won't throw me out because I scare the customers. And, irony of life, I'm a night guard. At a horror attraction. Inspired by what happened at Freddy's.

Well, at least there are not killer animatronics in there, freely roaming at night.

I hope.

xxx The first night xxx

I just discovered that my employer, a certain Dave Taylor, is my nephew. It's nice to know that Hannah got married and had a child. Kevin, his best friend and co-worker of mine, says that he looks just like me, just dark-skinned and without glasses. And shorter.

Well, Hannah and I always looked a lot like each other, after all. A lot of people thought we were twins.

That makes no sense, because we would've had to be heterozygous, and heterozygous twins rarely look alike that way...

But, yeah. I am rambling.

Meeting him in person is weird. He does look a lot like my sister, to be honest.

Maybe one of these days I might try asking him his mother's address. Hopefully I won't look like a total freak.

Back to the original subject, the place is terrifying. Maybe it has this effect on me because I worked at the true thing, but I think that's not all of it. People often say I'm as sweet as strawberry icing, but I've never been a scaredy cat. If I had been, I wouldn't have managed to cope with Vincent as a best friend for twenty-five years.

There's something deeply disturbing with this place, and it's not just the flickering lights, the Foxy-lamp (Foxy, nuuuuu), the Freddy endoskeleton near the door (who's the endo now, huh? No, okay, sorry, that wasn't funny) or the audio of Balloon Boy's voice that made me jump ten meters in the air the first time I heard it (heard enough from Jeremy to know what the wannabe Pinocchio did). No, these things are all meant to be scary, this is a horror attraction after all. No, working at Freddy's teaches you that the things you should fear are the ones that appear to be inoffensive.

I have this... feeling. That something is gonna happen, one of these nights.

I don't know.

I'll see.

If worse comes to worse, I know I'll have to fight.

Against what, though, I have no idea.

Xxx

"This place is spooky" shivers Kevin, looking at the cameras. I agree, as I move to reboot the air system. I ignored it once, and I swear I will never see Balloon Boy the same way. Ever. Again.

"So... you told me you worked at Freddy's? Like, the real one?" He asks, after a while of mildly awkward silence.

I smile. "Yep. I worked at all the locations. For a while, even at the first one, Fredbear's Pizzeria, in the '83."

He looks at me, and I almost burst out laughing at his awed face.

"Wow, really?! And how was it?"

I chuckle awkwardly. "Well, I guess you could say it was... the farthest thing from boring."

The blonde grins at me. "Don't torment me, man. Details."

I grin too, as I point to the beaten up Freddy outside our office. "Let's just say I met that fellow and his friends up close more than once."

We keep chatting, and the six am bell lets us know our shift is over without anything having happened.

Xxx The second night xxx

We found one. A real one.

"Scott? Everything okay buddy?"

I shake myself out of my daze, Dave's words still resonating menacingly. Kevin is looking at me worriedly, and I realize I've been staring at the phone for five minutes with my eyes about to fell out my sockets.

"You're as pale as a ghost, man! You okay?" He asks again, and I shakily nod.

Calm down, Scott. It's only an animatronic. You've dealt with worse before. Also, it's been twenty years: it most likely cannot even move from all the rust.

I smile hesitantly. "I-I-yeah. I'm okay. Just, give me that tablet."

He hands me the screen, and I almost fall off the chair as I see a known figure in the cameras.

I shriek.

An animatronic is standing in the hallway.

Staring.

At us.

Well, time to freak out I guess.

Xxx

"Buddy! Buddy, it's okay! It's just an animatronic! Calm down!"

'Just an animatronic'. Does he know what he just said? You can't just say something like that to a Freddy's employee. You. Can't.

I grab the tablet hastily, and search for the... thing.

It's not there anymore.

"Fuck!" I screech, going against every single fiber of my character as I look desperately for it.

Kevin stares at me, puzzled and a bit scared by my outburst. "What's going on?"

I grab his shoulder, and look at him with what I''m sure is the look of somebody who just saw the Grim Reaper pointing at them with a "eat shit" grin. "You don't understand, Kev. All those guards that disappeared... the Bite of the '83 and the one of the '87... my scars, Kevin! My scars!" I let out a shaky breath. "...After midnight, those things are the last beings you want to be near to!"

xxx

Look at the cameras.

Spot the animatronic.

Play the audio to distract it.

Be attacked by some kind of ghost animatronic.

Reboot the systems.

Recover from an hallucination.

Do it all again.

The night goes on like this, and I don't relax for a moment until I hear the bell of six am. I bolt out of the door with Kevin as soon as I hear it being opened by Dave, almost hitting the poor guy in the process.

"Whoa! Hey there dude, who lit your panties on fire?" He looks at us, and grimaces. "Ew, did you both piss yourself?"

Still shaken, Kevin and I look at each other. As a matter of fact, we did.

Kevin looks at my nephew, eyes as big as saucers. "Dave " he says "we have to talk."

xxx

It takes a bit to explain him what happened.

When we finish, his cheerful expression is replaced by a frown, out of place on his usually happy go luck face.

"This is absurd, and crazy as balls. And I believe you. After all" he smiles tiredly at me "the first thing my mom's bro did after waking up from a coma was asking where was the evil yellow bear."

I blush lightly. I never liked Golden Freddy, or Fredbear as it used to be called.

He sits heavily, sighing. "But I fear that, if there's really a killer robot on the loose, I'll have to ask you to return there tonight."

Before we can reply, he waves his hands dismissively. "Obviously, I am not asking you to go alone. I'm coming with you. But we can't let that thing wander out that place, and we can't scrap it without the apposite papers, and, judging by your story, it's not worth getting our criminal records dirty: you managed to keep it away without many problems, didn't you? Still, until we get permission to demolish the animatronic, it's still dangerous."

I guess I see his point. It makes sense, actually. However...

"No." I exclaim. Dave looks at me, surprised.

"Wait, what?"

"Dave, we need those papers filled up as soon as possible, and if I know something about bureaus, it will take one week at the very least. If the only one of us that actually has a some experience with this kind of thing comes with us instead of focusing on it, it will take a lot more. Also, we only need to keep an eye on the cameras and the rebooting system: a third person is not strictly necessary."

He looks alternately between me and Kevin, unsure.

"Kev? You okay with it bro?" He asks, after a moment.

The twenty-one years old nods. "Scott is right. Also, if all the nights will be like this, we'll be fine " he smiles, encouragingly.

I can't help but wonder, if it will really be this easy.

Xxx The third night xxx

As I suspected, tonight the animatronic is way more active than yesterday.

I know who I am dealing with, sweetie. Can't take my by surprise.

However, as long as we keep rebooting the systems, we will be fine. There's no power limit, and thankfully the truly dangerous animatronic is only one in this location.

The hallucinations, however, are annoying.

After meeting face to face with a burned down Puppet (ugh), I decide to hand Kevin the cameras and take the system by myself.

I always hated the Puppet.

It takes me a while to realize that the boy next to me hasn't played the audio in a disturbingly long time.

Xxx

"You should play the audio, you know?" I ask out loud, as I check to see if there is an audio error.

"I can't find it."

"Come on Kev, you're supposed to be better at this than me! The button is right there!" I chuckle.

He gulps. "Not the button. I can't find the robot."

I freeze instantly.

"Give me the cameras."

He does so, and I start searching desperately for it, even though I know I risk triggering an hallucination this way.

It's nowhere to be seen.

Nowhere.

We're so dead.

I spot an icon I hadn't noticed before right as I hear a weird sound. I press it and my eyes are graced by an image of one of the vents.

And in said vent there's the animatronic.

I let out a high-pitched shriek, the kind Vincent would've teased me about non-stop (Jesus I miss him too much for my own good), and tap desperately the camera's icon, reading that doing so seals the vents.

The seal closes with a dull thud and I let out a relieved sigh, closing my eyes for a moment.

Huge mistake.

I don't really know what happens next. I just hear the same shuffling sound from before and the camera frizzles with static. A moment later, the robot is gone.

Well, just great.

As I look for it again, I can't help but wish that thing to burn down in a fire. I loved those animatronics when Freddy's was still open, but now it would be so nice if they just decided to stop trying to kill me and kindly fuck the right off, since they don't have a reason to exist anymore.

Seriously.

When I can't find him after thirty-eight seconds, I start to freak out yet again.

And then I look up, and I freak out for good.

Because it's in front of the office, peering through the window.

Xxx

"Scott" Kevin whines, tears starting to come out of his eyes. I pat his shoulder in what I hope is a reassuring move, not moving my eyes from the thing's.

It's like a game of green light red light. If you stare at them, they don't move.

Aside for Foxy, but this one is not Foxy.

"Kev" I whisper, hooping it can't understand or hear me. Fat chance, but oh well. "Play the audio. Maybe its programming will overlook the fact that we're here."

"What?"

"The animatronics were programmed to go where people were, remember?"

"Yeah...?"

"If you manage to play the audio in a near room, it might go away to check. We did this until now, remember?"

Kevin breathes heavily and takes the tablet.

Too.

Much.

Tension.

Hello?

He played the audio.

The animatronic's good ear (the other is severed in half) twitches, but it stays still, staring at me with unnerving green eyes.

I know those eyes.

Since it seems like it doesn't want to move anytime soon, I decide to observe it better. It's not an old and decaying Bonnie, like I thought: the fur, although battered and stained of... something -ugh, please, let it be tomato sauce- is definitely yellow, maybe even golden.

I recognize it with a start.

"Springtrap?" I squeak, and its... Springtrap's, ears waggle slightly, as if in recognition.

A chime plays, and it freezes, as Dave unlocks the door and we run outside.

I stop for a second to look behind me. The robot hasn't made a move toward us, but his head is turned toward me.

I know those eyes.

Xxx The fourth night xxx

This is not normal.

It's just the fourth night, the animatronic -no, Springtrap- shouldn't be this ferocious!

To be honest, it simply shouldn't be active at all: Springtrap isn't like the other robots. It was built in the '83, and both it and Fredbear lacked any sort of free will, or personality chip, or AI. They were simply mindless mechanical dolls.

The only time you could see them moving around was when somebody wore them as suits.

But then why, why is this thing moving? Trying to kill us?

Is it because of the kids?

… I tried so hard to be logical, in my life. It was one of the reasons for the breakup between me and my parents: my skepticism toward anything mystical clashed horribly with their deep connection with religion. Therefore, the very idea that the weird behavior of the animatronics could be caused by the spirits of the murdered kids had crossed my mind only once, and I had quickly forgot about it.

However...

… Can it...?

I shake it out my mind to focus on what I'm doing. This is not the right moment to fantasize about dead kids.

Wait, no, that sounded so wrong.

I play the audio, right after Springtrap changes room.

It's not working.

Kevin gulps. "It finally understood our game, didn't it?"

I don't want to agree, but there's little doubt about what is going to happen.

I see the robot actually moving.

I didn't die the fourth night of twenty years ago, I'm going to die tonight.

Taking Kevin with me.

I grit my teeth in frustration. This is so unfair. I can deal with the idea of dying. I was fine with it at thirty-four, I am fine with it now. But Kevin? He's barely a man: he became able to drink just a few months ago.

I look at the clock. 5:45 am.

"Run, Kev."

He looks at me, wide-eyed. "What?!"

I don't answer, and bolt toward the door of the office.

Xxx

It doesn't take long to find myself in front of the animatronic.

It's tall. It's more or less of my same height, and that's saying something since I'm 2.02 meters tall. I pant heavily, and my glasses are about to fell off my face.

It simply stands there, watching me with those glowing green eyes.

"Well? Are you just going to stare at me?" I ask, hoping to buy Kevin some time. I flinch when it raises its arms.

It doesn't attack me. Instead, its hands start making weird signs in the air.

My eyes widen in recognition. Sign language?

"Want me just look?" It signs.

"You know sign language?" I ask, cautious. Springtrap nods, slowly.

"Bad but yes. Want look? Want talk?"

I relax a bit despite myself. My cousin, Carson, was deaf. The guy was a jerk to be honest, but I learned the Sign Language anyway thanks to him.

"Don't you want to kill me?" The robot almost seems to flinch.

"No kill you. Remember you. Others no care, just want destroy things. You care. You good."

"What do you mean? And, can't you talk normally?"

"Can not. No air, no throat, no nothing. Hurts." It -he?- tilts his head. "And you good. Springs fail, much blood, you care. Others no. Others want blood to go out only in dark room. No health men. You call them. Others no."

It takes me a bit to understand what he means. "Are- are you talking about Vincent? The spring accident?"

He nods. "Yes. Can not kill you."

Sudden anger spreads through me. "Are you telling me it's okay for you killing the others?"

"Can not do different." His eyes, if possible, get sad. "Get angry. Can not think. Need to get free."

I look at him. Get free? What-

And then, I notice the weird red wires that peek from the holes of its suit. They don't look really like wires. More like... arteries...

I walk slowly near him. He doesn't react.

I don't stop until I'm right in front of him, my eyes on a bigger hole than the others on his chest. Inside that hole... there's what looks suspiciously like a human hearth.

I place a hand on his shoulder, and I feel it shudder lightly. I raise my other hand to his mouth, and I open it slowly.

I let out an acute cry as I see a human skull covered in rotting flesh and pierced by metal spears.

A deep chuckle comes out of Springtrap's throat as I stumble backwards. "That is girl scream. You girl scream."

My eyes get even wider than before. "Y-you" I stutter, breathlessly.

"Now we of same height, Scott!" Signs Vincent's soul from inside Springtrap's body.


A/N: Oneshot, Y u so long and inconclusive?

Also, yeah. In my headcanon there were two bites: the one of the '83, made by Fredbear, and the one made by Foxy in the '87.

Anyway, now Vincent and Scott are of the same height because I think that Springtrap had stilts in its legs. This way, both short and tall people could use the suit. (Vinny is about 1.86 meters tall).