Chapter 1
16 years later….
(Springtrap's POV)
My name is Stringtrap, I'm a gold bunny with grayish-green eyes and wears a black bow tie, and my life is train wreck, always on the run from the children services, basically no education whatsoever and I'm an underage drinker. I'm 20 now, so I don't have to worry about school and the boys' home. This is pretty much my life well not really, more like 20 percent. Have a few "friends", wanted in some states for shoplifting, underage drinking bla, bla, bla. Question though? Have you ever heard of the purple killings, no? Well it's where the victim has purple painted on them or a purple sticky note; I bet you're wondering why did I ask you a question like this? Well, my parents were a victim of the purple killings. He stabbed my mother in the heart killing here instantly; my dad was shot in between the eyes also killing him instantly. The man who killed my family nearly killed me to when he burnt my childhood home to a crisp. I was surprised I still had the lungs to bawl like after getting out of the fire. I'm on hell bent revenge to kill the purple guy, that's my nickname for him; I already know I'm going to hell. So is he.
11-1-2012, Running springs California
(3rd person POV)
Springtrap was in the town of Running springs, California. He was at a restaurant called Belgian Waffle Works. He ordered Belgian Waffles which the price was too high compared to other places, it was only 6 dollars. Springtrap's food still hadn't arrived. He was going to complain to waitress once she came back. He was deep in thought; he was just staring at the lake. He kept staring at it, and wondering what was at the bottom, maybe victims of the purple guy. "Excuse me, excuse me Sir, sir!" Springtrap immediately snapped out of thought. Springtrap looked up and saw the waitress who was a raven. "Your food." She said as she sat down the tray of food.
"Thanks" Springtrap replied with a deadpanned tone.
"You're very welcome" The raven jolted with happy tone that made Spring's spine shuddered. The raven walked away. Springtrap looked at his food it was two waffles with white powder. He took a bite out of the waffle, it was very sweet and it is very fluffy. He was wanted, again, he mugged a women for cash, he won't do credit theft it was not worth being jailed for years. The women did not see his face only saw his ears which covered by washable ink, so he was fine from the fuzz. He ate his food in peace, Springtrap still haven't found any clues about purple guy where or might be. After all the purple guy is a psychopath. Springtrap looked down at his fist it was clenched and was shaking. He took a deep breath he needed to find the purple guy. It was ruining his life and Springtrap knew this.
2 hours later
Springtrap arrived at his motel room it wasn't pretty, the room had tearing wallpaper, floor stains, and mold in the bathroom. Springtrap mumbled profanity under his breath, he wished he could get another place.
Springtrap laid down in bed and began to think "All of the evidence has led me to this crappy town, but the trail went cold. What I'm I doing wrong? People say he strikes then vanishes, some say he lives in the middle of the desert, but those are just rumors, can't be trusted, maybe he will just have to wait for the killer to strike again, or give up. I'm not the one to give, I given all of my life to bring this guy down once and for all, and serve justice for my parents." Springtrap closed his eyes and went to sleep.
