So i decided to go and make this not a one shot and no, this isn't going to be a happy story.

Spring is one of my favorite FNAF characters because he is a great tragic character. Look at everything he was part of and everything he lost...he loses his friend, his home, even his own identity when he becomes Springtrap...I can't help but feel more sorrow for him then most of the other characters in the FNAF universe

Anyways

Disclaimer: FNAF and all related characters are sole property of Scott Cawthon

Sometimes, one asks "what is fear?" Is it the unknown? Is it closed spaces? Is it being really high off the ground? Is it death? Fear is all of these things and more, but for Spring it was an entirely different thing altogether. He was going to be fear, he was going to cause innocent children to flee in terror of him...and it killed him inside. How could it have come to this? How could he, someone who loved making children laugh and smile, cause them to recoil in terror? The damaged hare sadly sat in the workshop that the humans had moved him to.

They hadn't begun work on him, not yet, but he wasn't paying any mind to that. He kept trying to wrack his processor for a way out, a way to escape, maybe if he could get away...he could finally deactivate and get his peace that he longed for. As it stood though, the building he was in was vast and confusing.

Fazbear's Fright...a maze with a creepy monster in it...me...why? Why was I chosen to be some monster in the dark?

Spring clutched his optics shut and shook his head, this was all wrong. He was supposed to cheer kids up, tell them that there's never anything in the dark that could hurt them. Now, he was going to be the opposite and make them believe that their best friend was out to scare them.

No! NO! NO NO NO! I will not! I will not scare them, I refuse! I have to get out! But...how?

Spring sighed as he looked around the workshop, a tiny window, an airvent, and a single door were his only options. The problem was that he didn't know where any of them lead, the window of course could have lead outside, but it could have also lead to just another room of the building. The door was the obvious choice, but there was also the probability that it was locked. The airvent was a question to him, the airvents of a building could go a few feet or a few yards.

Sighing in resignation, the battered hare made his decision and slid from his position on the work bench...and immediately crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Spring growled to himself, that was right...he hadn't stood or walked or even crawled in almost twenty five years. It was a miracle his servos hadn't all frozen up all together. However, this was a small deterrent for the hare; gently placing his arms against the ground, Spring started to crawl his way towards the vent.

Dunno where it goes…could be a dead end, could be to the outside...got no other choice now

Feeling small parts of him tear from his frame due to the lack of maintenance and the rough ground, Spring slowly made his way to the vent. He didn't care about the damage, he had twenty some odd years of rust and disrepair to worry about, a few scrapes to his suit...maybe some missing screws and bolts, none of that mattered. The only thing on his damaged processor was the vent and escape, and nothing was going to stop him.

Cmon...one arm...over the other...inch by inch...just think...escape...find a place secluded...and...finally free

The idea warmed the old animatronic's systems, a place alone and away from humans...a place where he could lay down and rest. Maybe think about those times before...before the accident...the times where he would sing songs with Fredbear, tell silly jokes to the kids, and generally be everyone's best friend.

I miss those days...where everyone liked us...and...I wasn't this...and...no, no more tears! No more thinking about how things used to be...I have to get out

Upon reaching the vent, Spring took hold of the cover and pulled, but was ultimately surprised when the vent hinge barely strained. The cover easily snapped from the wall, giving Spring a view of the inside, it was dark...incredibly dark. Even Spring with his light up optics had trouble seeing into the pitch black of the vent system. But, it was not going to stop him, he would escape and if it meant going into the darkest of places...so be it. Still, nervousness clung to the animatronic hare's pump; he didn't know how far he'd have to travel nor where turns were to reach the outside.

Well…nothing ventured as some would say…

Biting back the nervousness, Spring slowly crawled into the vent, keeping his optics on low light to help him see, unaware that someone was watching him.

-Fazbear's Fright: Security Office...earlier-

The guard groaned as he pushed the phone away, another recording from an old training tape that was probably at least a decade old. Who even used tape recordings anymore? That stuff went out of style about fifteen years before. The guard, one John Redrahs, slumped in his chair...this was hardly the horror experience he envisioned. When he heard they needed a night guard for the new haunted house attraction at the local amusement park, he was all too eager to sign up. Him being the night guard in a horror attraction? That was way too cool for him to pass up...plus it was easy money.

That was two days ago, now all he wished was to go back and punch his stupid self for thinking this would be fun. The long and short of his work was taking care of barely functioning building systems and watching barely functioning security cameras. It was tedious and incredibly boring, it certainly didn't help that his employer liked to call and leave stupid messages for him. Nothing even remotely helpful or interesting to listen to...just excited ranting.

"I'd kill for the ranting over those god awful recordings..."

John groaned as he tapped the video reset button on his maintenance panel. The recordings were the worst part of the phone calls. They were essentially training tapes for some sort of suit or robot or something. He paid the recordings little attention as they droned on for ten to fifteen minutes each, and that wasn't including his employer's incessant babbling. Tapping the security camera panel, the guard fell into his normal pattern. Listen to his stupid employer babble incoherently about something...listen to the boring tape recordings...fight with the vent system...swap cameras...fight with the camera system...figure out those bangings in the vent...wait, what?

John blinked and listened, the building was definitely creepy and unsettling...but it was fairly empty. At least that's what he was thinking until another bang was heard from deep in the building. As if something was in the vents…

"Maybe it needs a reset?"

Checking his maintenance panel, John hummed a bit, the vents were working fine but something was obviously making sounds from within. The guard slowly brought his camera panel up and swapped to the vent cameras, sighing a bit as the video feed became fuzzy and hard to make out. The cameras were left over from old pizzeria restaurants and like the other systems of the building, barely worked. Still, after a few minutes the image cleared up...and the guard breathed a sigh of relief. The vent was empty...but that was just vent twelve, there was like four different vent systems. Two of which ran directly to his office. Tapping the next vent camera, the guard relaxed...nothing again, it must have been the boredom getting to him. The boredom and creepy old building they stuck him in, at least that's what he thought until the next camera came up.

John stared at the camera's video feed, it showed...something, it looked like a human size rabbit, but this thing was terrifying to look at. Holes, wires, bits of metal sticking out…it looked like a toy that was meant to be a monster. John bit back the scream that was welling in his vocal chords, if that thing heard him...The guard grimaced and shook his head, he didn't even want to think what that thing could do to him.

"I gotta do something to slow him down...or stop him, though I dunno how..."

John was jostled by another bang, it was getting closer and he was running out of time. That's when he noticed it on his video panel, a button that read seal vent. The button also read that only one vent could be sealed at a time, but if it meant stopping that thing from getting to him. Tapping the button, he was rewarded with a long loading symbol and then the clank of some metal sliding.

-Vent system: camera 11-

Spring barely had time to pull his arm back before a large iron gate slid through the vent side and sheared his limb from his body. The hare reached out and gripped one of the bars of the gate, why? Why was this happening?! Why could he not get away?! Was his suffering all they wanted?! The hare growled and gripped the bars of the gate and pulled, he would not be denied the freedom he desired.

However, the iron bars that blocked his path remained resolute and didn't even budge an inch. This was not happening, this could not be happening. Spring shook the bars again and once more the gate refused to budge, it wasn't supposed to be this way!

"L-LET ME O-O-OUT!"

Now Spring had lost his temper before but easily calmed down a few minutes later. Now? He was furious, why?! Why did he have to suffer so much?! Why was he the one to be left active for however long?! Why was he the one to be made a monster?! Why was he the one denied freedom?!

"I D-D-DON'T D-D-DESERVE THIS!"

Spring wanted nothing more then this nightmare to end...he just wanted to be free so he could deactivate. He just wanted all this to end...and they wouldn't even give him that. Backing away from the interfering gate, the hare sighed. His escape would have to come later, he didn't know how or why the vent was suddenly closed. There must have been a reason...and when he figured it out, nothing would stop him from exacting his frustration nor his suffering.

"I w-w-w-will be here….a-a-always"

-Security office-

John slunk down in his chair, that thing was talking...it was talking. It was also angry...very angry and voiced its displeasure at the vent seal. Which meant that it was very angry with HIM...this was going to be a very very long week.

"I am so screwed…"