AN: Wow.
Overnight, I got 5 follows and 5 favorites! Thank you guys so much!
From what I can understand, various people feel sorry for Springtrap. If you do, well... too bad. Things will just get worse when I get to FNaF3.
UPDATE: Updated this chapter with a few fixes. Also, used an anachronism. Can you find it?
Where was I?
Oh, yes. The killer was dead.
The five missing children gone.
He'd given me a life source, like the four children he'd pulled into the replacement Freddy, replacement me, Chica, and Foxy.
For a short time, I was overjoyed! I was truly alive! I had senses!
But then it came back to bite me.
The hand-crank used to pull my endoskeleton into the back of my suit was rusted shut. Management couldn't replace it without my suit rapidly inflating, dumping sloshing body sections on the floor.
Of course, they wouldn't want to do that. Before, They were thinking of using me for spare parts, but if they had to clean up a mess to do it, then they certainly wouldn't.
They were on the lazier side of the spectrum, that's for sure.
So I was left with a bunch of organs crammed in my suit. When the children had been stuffed, they extracted the bodies. At first, they didn't know that's where the bodies were, until blood, vital fluids, and soft, liquefied organs began to slowly leak out of their eyes.
Then they bleached them all, removed all he body matter, and replaced the costumes.
I, of course, was given no such treatment. We were hooked together, making me move more like a human. It wasn't his spirit, it was his body.
"Wait," you may ask. "A while ago, you said that there was five missing children. There was only four stuffed into the suits."
Oh yes, there were.
The last one's name was Mike Schmidt.
"Oh," you say. "Was he the kid who got away?"
Yes, he was. Now shut up and let me monologue more.
Now, you may ask how I know his name. It was right on his nametag. "Mike Schmidt"
Why did he wear a nametag? That is later on in my tale.
Moving on, the murderer was dead, I had no purpose in life, and I was left to rot because the company already had a rabbit animatronic and they didn't need another one. I mean, we looked almost identical except for the obvious retro look that I sported. Oh, and I was rotting to the point where my costume was golden, my eyes were gone, and my jaw fixed in a creepy permanent smile. If I were a kid, I'd run away screaming from the monster I was that looked like he had came out of SAW.
Don't ask how I know about SAW. All I'll tell you is that my spirit is partially inhabited by a child murderer, who happened to love bloody movies. I think some of his memories carried on into my mind. Only simple ones, mind you.
One day, with no warning whatsoever, everyone disappeared. It was like someone had thrown a switch. No laughter of children, no lousy singing from the animatronic characters, and no shuffling of papers from the manager's office next door to the backroom.
Everything was silent. I held on to a glimmer of hope there had been a snow storm and the power had gone out. The animatronics would have had the battery power, gone outside, but since they weren't charging over the night and were already on low battery, they had lost power when they got to the stage. Yeah, that was it!
But when nobody returned for a week, I lost all hope.
I decided to just use power. It would be worth it.
"Guys?" I called, worried, with an edge of fear. I had never been alone like this!
I did something I had not dared to do. I walked out of storage.
The diner was completely dark.
The animatronics were gone. I knew they weren't coming back.
I walked over to the wall with all those newspaper clippings that Ralph had put up, looking for the newest one. This is exactly what it said.
FREDBEAR'S FAMILY DINER CLOSING!
"Fredbear's Family Diner, the family-oriented restaurant that most people in Dallas have been to, is now closing, sadly. Recently, customers complained of blood and liquefied organ dripping out of the eyes, noses, and mouths of the animatronic characters. Upon investigation from the police, four children were found stuffed into the animatronics' suits. They have been identified as the following: Sarah Brooks, stuffed into the "Chica" character, Felix Star, in the "Foxy" character, Violet Steinberg, in the "Bonnie" character, and Benjamin Ross, in the "Freddy" character. The murderer, who people have caught glimpses of, (and also murdered another child at a previous location) has been said to be purple from head to toe, even his skin. Later, said murderer was found crushed in the "Bonnie" animatronic of the previous restaurant. After CSI investigation, the man seemed to have been laughing, which released the spring locks in the jaw, causing the endoskeleton, folded back so the costume could be worn, to spring out, crushing the man and causing him to bleed out. People have begun dubbing the animatronic "Springtrap" due to how similar the way a spring trap, used in hunting, kills a rabbit and how the animatronic killed the man. Now the diner has closed and reopened under a new name: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! As for what will happen to the old location..."
I stopped reading there. I knew what I needed to know. I was forgotten. I might as well give up.
I crawled away to my room. I certainly wouldn't have done that if I had read the rest of the article...
"The storage room with Springtrap will be sealed away, along with a safe room for employees. The building has been sold to the bank. While this may make us all sad, we'll just have to settle for the new restaurant, and the new animatronics! Below is a 25% off coupon for the restaurant! Have fun!
-Jessica Black, reporter"
