So this one might be worth an M rating, due to gore and some swears (including the f-bomb once), so be warned.

Based on this prompt:

What Springtrap does after he reaches the office (because it's kind of undefined as to what he does after he scares you)

*********************************5:30 A.M. ***********************************

Where is he? I can't find him anywhere.

No. He can't be...

He is. Peering around the edge of the doorway is a monster. A bloody, deteriorated animatronic in the form of a yellow rabbit.

Please, no... Just a little longer. Then I'll be free from this nightmare.

I sit there, watching him, knowing he won't move if I can see him. I feel myself run short on breath, but I can't black out. I can't. If I do...

My vision blurs. I start to black out. No, please...

I don't want to die.

...

...

...

"Well, well, would you look at that? I win!"

I jerked back to consciousness, only to find myself laying on the floor, the monster standing over me, with a strange expression that I can only describe as...delight.

My god... Did he just speak?!

"Why yes, yes I did. Isn't that strange?"

I gasped and flinch back. What the fuck, is this thing psychic?!

"No, it's just so very easy to guess what you're thinking," the animatronic says with a chuckle. He turns towards the box of spare parts next to him. "Now, let's see..."

I have to get out of here!

I scrabble to my feet, turning to run towards the vent. Maybe I can crawl through and-

"Now, now, Ms. Keithenson, it's very rude to run from someone you just met."

I feel something grab the back of my shirt and throw me back to the floor. When I look up, the beast is shaking his head, wagging his index finger.

"Wh-what do you want from me?! H-how do you know my name?" I yell.

"I'm sorry, my dear, there are some things you aren't meant to know," the creature says. Then-

Oh, dear god, is he-

He's digging around inside his stomach cavity. That's not the problem- he is an animatronic, after all- it's the fact that it's bleeding. I watch with horror as organs begin to fall from the suit. It's horrible, yet I can't stop staring until-

I feel sharp metal drive into my foot. I scream, looking to see an old, rusted, gore-caked knife sticking out of my foot.

"There we go, no more running," the rabbit says, sounding satisfied. "And I found an outfit for you!"

He pulls an old Toy Chica head out of the box, as well as two arms and legs. He looks at the legs, frowns-how can he even do that?-and puts one back.

"Too much work to get over the knife," he says simply. As I struggle to stand despite the knife in my foot, the beast lunges for me, grabbing my arm in one hand.

"Let me go!" I scream, trying in vain to break free. Helpless, I can only watch as he forces the robotic arm onto mine. I feel wires and stray pieces of metal pierce my skin. Once the arm is all the way up to my shoulder, he lets go, grabbing the other arm.

It goes like this for hell knows how long, and by the time it was done, I had given up any hope of escape, resigning myself to an agonizing fate. The animatronic had forced two arms, a leg, and the front half of a torso onto me, leaving me in a puddle of blood, both mine and his.

"Now, for the finishing touch," he picked the mask up. "What's a toy without its face?"

"N-no, please..." I groaned, but it did nothing. The bot placed the animatronic head on mine, and I felt metal pierce my face and head. One wire goes straight into my right eye, half-blinding me.

The creature straightens up, a wicked grin on his face. "Ah, yes, perfect! Welcome to the family!"

I feel myself fading. Mustering the last of my strength, I glare into his dead, gleeful eyes and say, "Who are you?"

"Ah, yes, how rude of me! Why, I haven't even introduced myself!" The monster leers over my dying body.

"My name is Springtrap. And you will be joining me in this hell."


Yeah... See what I mean? Sorry...