Hey guys, Tgonthefiery here!

Sorry for the late upload, but school is seriously killing me.

anyways...

To GamerKidd 999: Glad you liked that first chapter :)

And thanks for letting me know about the error. Although, I have no idea how to edit it...

To Mia: I'm glad :)

As for family... wait a little bit.

Cut away from the reviews, I found it hilarious that all the ones I got said something along the lines of "I like where this is going". And honestly, I don't think anyone but me knows where this is going... (Emits maniacal Balloon Boy laugh)

Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

Chapter 2

Blood on the Walls

"HI!"

"HAHAHA! HAHAHA!"

"Ack, GODAMMNIT BALLOON BOY!"

For the past 3 nights, Springtrap and the phantoms had been trying to break into the office in order to get answers from the night-guard. However, Phantom Balloon Boy kept on jump scaring him at random times. This was extremely annoying for him, since he was pretty sure that if Phantom BB spent more time on the office than Springtrap, he'd have broken in from his 3rd night at this place.

"HAHAHA!"

Springtrap groaned. Phantom BB was back.

He started teleporting around Springtrap, laughing over and over, and then…

Clunk.

Somehow, Springtrap had managed to clunk Phantom BB in the nose.

"OWOWOWOWOWOW!"

"Serves you right…" Springtrap muttered before making his way to the office.

"HAHAHA!"

Springtrap cringed, trying to stop himself, but he turned and followed the sound. He hated it. Why did he have to follow it? And why BB's voice, of all the voices it could have been! It reminded him of the story of Atalanta, where she felt like she needed to pick up the apples. It was probably part of his A.I. to follow sound.

"ZSFASFDFDFGDHBMMDFGBDD!"

He grinned. "Good old Phantom Mangle…"

"HAHAHAHA!"

"SSSHHHHRRRRRRAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!"

Well, it seemed Phantom BB was back on the guard again.

"HI!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

"SSSSHHHHHHRRRRRAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!"

Which way?

The office.

Springtrap grinned. His theory had proven to be correct. If he heard two sounds at once, he would follow the louder sound.

5:58

Office.

He sprinted to the office, hoping to get there before 6AM.

5:59

He was in the hallway. He could see the night guard staring at him in horror.

6AM

He ignored his inner clock telling him that it was 6AM. He had to get answers.

The window.

Of course. How hadn't he thought of it earlier?

You're a fool.

His negative side was kicking in again. He had to ignore it.

Punch it.

He slammed his fist against the window, making it wobble.

The guard stared at him in horror.

"B-But it's 6AM!" He cried in terror. "You're not supposed to move!"

Shatter it.

He slammed against it again.

Obliterate.

The window shattered.

"ARGH!"

Ha.

He climbed through the hole where the window once was, ignoring the horrified look on the guard's face.

Surprise.

"Get away from me!"

Why?

He walked towards the guard, who was now running to the exit. As if on cue, Phantom BB jump-scared him as he was about to open the door. "What the?!"

"What year is it?" The guard seemed surprised by Springtrap's question. "Uh, 2017."

30 years…

"Date?" "Um, 3rd of March."

It's my birthday.

"Dad."

You shouldn't have said that.

The phantoms hissed as he said the word. "I have to find him."

"Why?" The phantoms looked angry at what he had said. "Revenge." Their angry looks disappeared. "But we can't go now. It's morning." "We'll leave tonight."

Yes…

He left the office, the guard still giving him weird looks. "Are you telling me you never wanted to kill me?" Springtrap paused. "Would you like me to?" "Uh, no! Just asking…"

Yeah right…

He walked back to his starting point, brushing away the wires and sitting down.

Clunk.

He stared at the wall opposite of him. It reminded him of the room he'd been locked in for 30 years. It looked similar to the hidden door. Then again, all of them did. But still, something seemed a bit off about the wall. He realised what it was. There were handprints on the wall, as if somebody pushed it.

Why would they have a secret room?

He stood up, and rapped his fingers against the wall.

It's hollow.

He pushed against it. The wall didn't budge.

Harder.

The wall shifted a little.

Harder!

The wall gave way.

"Michael!" Springtrap turned to see the phantoms. "What?" "How did you-""Handprints." He explained. "Right…"

You're wasting time…

He turned to face the room, staring into the seemingly endless darkness.

You're an animatronic now. Think.

His eyes changed to spotlights. He scanned the walls for anything, anything that might help him figure out what this room was for. There was nothing unusual about the walls… except for one of them. Blood was stained on the wall, trickling down to the floor. His eyes were drawn up to a bloodstained poster of a goofy purple bunny with a guitar.

Bonnie.

The suit he was in had been the purple rabbit's namesake.

Spring Bonnie.

He looked away from the poster and focused on the floor. But whatever he had been expecting, it wasn't this. The fox head lamp he had seen on the wall… This was where it really belonged. The endoskeleton lying on the floor in front of him was only partially covered by animatronic costume, but the rotting fur didn't disguise what it once used to be.

Foxy.

Now he remembered its name. Its head was missing, used as a lamp on a wall somewhere else in the building. But what he wanted to know was why it was here. When the workers had found him, they acted as if they hadn't found an animatronic yet. But here was evidence that they'd found animatronics before. As he looked around, he could see several other almost bare endoskeletons strewn around the floor. But why hadn't they been used? He walked through the room, scanning for anything that might help him as to why they weren't being used. He kicked a bare endoskeleton, expecting it to simply roll away. However, the top half skidded away on the floor, completely disconnected from the legs. He sighed sadly as he realised what the answer to his question was.

They're broken.

The animatronics weren't functional. They had broken down long ago.

Life must really suck as a broken endoskeleton. You just stare at the wall all day…

Wait… the animatronics were supernatural. They might have been able to take another form while they were broken, outside of their endoskeletons.

The phantoms.

If the spirits of the animatronics were the phantoms… Well that would explain a lot. No wonder they had been so keen on destroying him when they had first met. They'd wanted revenge. As Springtrap continued to look around the room, he realised something. A yellow bear suit sat slumped against the wall.

Golden Freddy.

Why hadn't he become a phantom?

He hasn't got an endoskeleton.

Golden Freddy… Springtrap's memories of him were vague, but he remembered one thing. Golden Freddy could teleport. So then… He must still be alive. Maybe… But the chance was slim. If he was still alive, why hadn't Springtrap seen him before in the building?

He didn't want you to know he was here.

His ears perked up. The workers would be returning soon. He quickly ran out of the secret room, closing the door behind him. White dots appeared in Golden Freddy's eyes, and scanned the room.

Tomorrow is another day.