(Neon lololol chapter 3
"Wait so would Vincey slice my throat off if I would hurt him as well?" *takes a wee bit sharp needle and pokes Springtrap with it lightly*
Vincent: *Slices your throat*
Neon lololol chapter 2
"TANANA TANANA TANANA AND SALVAGE IS IN DA HOUSE!" *hits him with the bat for the ... *counts* ... 9th time* "Also, we both are just obsessed with the Skillet band huh?" XD
Me: "WHAT IS IT WITH U AND HITTIN SAL WITH THE BAT!? And yeah I love Skillet."
Neon lololol chapter 1
Story: "TRY ME B****!"
Neon: *applauds*)
(This chapter is on how Springtrap was adopted by Vincent and Scott. Then a bit on what it was like for the two to raise a teenage Springtrap and what it's like for Springtrap to finally be loved, then how Freddy let them have a home in the pizzeria.)
(Yeah long chapter ahead)
Springtrap shivered in the rain. He had been living in the wild alone for five years. Springtrap was able to survive somehow but wished he hadn't. He had tried to bleed to death a few times but never succeeded. He was used, abused then left to die alone. He walked on all fours to simply hold his own weight. He cried softly, how could the world be so cruel? He slumped in a puddle of mud, hoping that hypothermia would take him to his grave.
Scott sat on the chair in his log cabin; Vincent was snuggling on his lap. Scott jumped a little when there was a loud crash of thunder and the rain started going mad. Vincent looked out the window to see if there would be lightning. Vincent saw a massive lightning bolt that lit up the front yard! His eyes widened as the light made him see a rabbit lying on the ground.
"Ummm Scotty. There's someone out there." Scott hoped off the chair and went outside. He turned on his flash light and found the rabbit in the mud. Scott and Vincent rushed to help despite the horrendous weather.
"Oi! Kid wake up!" Vincent shouted. He didn't move.
"C*ap." Vincent mumbled. Scott and Vincent lifted the muddy rabbit off the ground and carried him into the log cabin. They placed him on the mat in front of the fire to try and warm him up, not caring about how muddy he was. Scott checked the rabbit's pulse, it was there but weak.
"Vince babe, could you bring some soup?" Vincent nodded and went to the kitchen. The rabbit let out a weak moan before opening his eyes.
"W-what?" He grumbled. Scott stroked the rabbit's cheek.
"It's ok. You're safe." The green rabbit snapped his head away in fear.
"No! Don't touch!" he yelled trying to get up and bolt. But he fell down because he was too weak.
"Ow." Scott rushed to his side.
"Hey calm down. We don't want to hurt you."
"WE?!"
"Don't worry Vincent won't hurt you. We want to help."
"I've heard that before." Scott looked at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't want to talk about it." Scott sighed. He placed a hand on the rabbit's head. He moved away again. Vincent came over with the soup.
"Here kid." He said placing the hot bowl next to him.
"I'm 15 for goodness sake." He grumbled. Vincent wasn't one for kids or teenagers but he wanted to help this rabbit.
*Sigh*"My name is Vincent, this is Scott. What's your name?" Vincent asked.
"Springtrap." He replied.
"You hungry?" Scott asked, seeing that Springtrap wasn't eating.
"I'm… I'm too upset to eat." Springtrap admitted. Vincent asked if he would rather wash all the mud off. Springtrap nodded. He tried to get up but once again fell down. The two wolves caught him.
"Ummm. We're going to have to help him wash aren't we?" Vincent said.
"I'm afraid so." Scott replied. Vincent moaned sadly. 'Great, I hardly know this kid and I have to wash him.' He thought.
They helped Springtrap walk to the bathroom. Springtrap was shaking, he avoided going near others now he has to be helped getting bathed. Means he'll naked in front of them. Vulnerable… again. He started trembling as they were trying to help him. Scott was able to get Springtrap's shirt off but Springtrap began acting up again.
"Hey hey hey it's ok it's ok." Scott said calmly as Springtrap began to cry. Vincent placed an arm around Springtrap's shoulder but that made him panicked more. Vincent held Springtrap tight as he wailed. Springtrap screamed as he tried to run away but Vincent continued to hold him close and tight. Springtrap would bite and scratch him but Vincent still wouldn't budge. Vincent stroked him softly as he cried nonstop, even with the bleeding scratches Springtrap inflicted on him. Scott's heart broke at the sight; he bent over to Vincent and nuzzled his cheek. After a good five minutes, Springtrap stopped trying to get away and began the cling onto Vincent, still crying. Springtrap began feeling comfort in being in the wolf's embrace. Scott turned the water off and grabbed a flannel. Since Springtrap was able to get his shirt off before he broke down Scott began to scrub his back. Springtrap started to calm down as the warm water dripped down his back. Springtrap sighed in relief as the warm water removed the mud clumping up his fur off him. He was still holding onto Vincent's shirt but had loosened his grip.
"Ok that's your back. Now um. Your chest and stomach." Scott said nervously. Springtrap whimpered but rolled over. He was heavily scared. Some were still bleeding. Scott was very careful not to hurt any of the scars. Springtrap began to relax a little as the wolves gave him the care his parents never gave him. He doesn't even know how he ended up being abandoned. Springtrap asked if he could finish the lower half by himself.
"Of course." Scott smiled. He gave Springtrap the flannel as he and Vincent left the room.
"Poor kid." Vincent said. Scott held his hand.
"He's safe with us." Scott said. Vincent sighed.
"Can we… adopt him?" Scott was taken by surprise at that. Vincent hated kids and teenagers.
"You. You want to adopt a teenager!?"
"Ummm. Is that bad-" Vincent was tackled to the ground.
"No it's not bad! It's perfect!" Scott hugged him tightly. Vincent rolled his eyes and hugged him back.
"When he is ready we'll tell him!"
"First we should find clean clothes for him though." Vincent said.
"How about that vest you never wear?"
"Good idea. I'm off to wash the blood off and stitch these cuts."
Springtrap was able to climb into the bath after he stripped himself of his muddy clothes. He wondered why those two wanted to help him so much. And why he began to feel safe with them was even stranger. He cleaned himself and climbed out; he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. He found that he had gained enough strength to walk. Slowly but it was a start.
Springtrap limped to the main room where Scott and Vincent were. Vincent gave Springtrap the clothes, Springtrap put them on without realising he was still in the same room. Luckily Vincent and Scott looked away. Springtrap sat on the floor and leaned on the table in the centre of the room.
"Um Springtrap?" Vincent began.
"Yeah?" Springtrap looked away from them.
"Would you mind if we adopt you?" Scott finished. Springtrap's eyes lit up.
"W-w-what?" he then looked at them.
"Yeah, would you like to be part of the family?" Scott asked. Springtrap let tears roll down his face.
"Yes." He said quietly. Vincent and Scott brought him into a hug.
(1st week)
Springtrap had trouble sleeping. Even though Vincent and Scott gave him his own room with a comfy bed. He was lucky to sleep for an hour at the least. He would sometimes collapse and sleep on the floor during the day as he sits on the floor.
Springtrap wondered around the cabin. He was glad it was in the middle of no-where. Means no noisy neighbours. His ears perked up as he heard a noise. Music. He walked to the room where the music was coming from and he saw Vincent. Playing a piano.
'I thought wolves were meant to be more into art?' Springtrap thought. He listened to Vincent play (It's the music you hear in the 3rd game good ending) it was such a nice sound. Vincent didn't use the high keys he used only the low keys.
Vincent played his piano then he felt something on his leg. He looked down as he continued playing, it was Springtrap. He had sat down next to Vincent's piano chair and rested his head on Vincent's leg. The music soothed Springtrap into a much needed sleep. Vincent continued playing even after he heard the rabbit snoring.
Scott recorded the music Vincent played on his piano and they set it on repeat at night in Springtrap's room to help him sleep.
(2 months later. Vincent's POV)
It's been two months since we've adopted Springtrap. I worry for that rabbit. He always seeks solitude and rarely seems to enjoy himself. He is dangerously skinny, he just won't eat anywhere near as much as he needs to. He never smiles, it's like he can't smile. His tiny tail does wag every now and then so that might be the only 'happy' indication he has. Rabbits are meant to be musicians but Springtrap didn't seem too interested in playing any instrument, then again I'm a wolf who plays a piano. Scott and I brought him a guitar; he learnt how to play but he doesn't play as much as he draws. Yep draws. A wolf's talent. Guess being adopted by us has rubbed off on him. I showed him how to use different art tools then he was off. Scott and I looked at some of his work and found he was a natural!
(3 months)
Scott and I tell our son we love him every night. He never replies, or even acknowledges we said anything. It broke our hearts but we need to remember he's been through a lot. I don't exactly know because he won't tell us but it's not our business. He calls Scott Dad and me Father so to not confuse us when he needs either one of us. I notice his scars seem to multiply by one or two each day. I worry deeply about that.
(4th month)
I found out how the scars kept coming. Springtrap put them there. He continued till I walked in on him self-harming with a knife. Out of panic I snatch the knife out his hands but he bites me. I yell in pain and Scott rushed in. Scott unlocked Springtrap's jaws from my arm and I wrap my arms around him. Keeping his arms in place. Springtrap tried to continue his acts by using his claws but I use my body like a strait jacket. Scott helps me and does the same. Springtrap throws his body around and tries to scratch or bite us. He cries and wailed with tears flowing out his eyes like a waterfall. Scott and I kept him pinned to his bed, preventing him from slamming into hard objects as he thrashes himself around. Soon he grows tired and his lashes became less frequent and weaker. There was blood on the three of us. About all of it belonging to our poor boy. He stops fighting and just cries. I sat up and pulled him close as softly as possible. He buried his face into my chest. Scott hugged me from behind; I leaned onto him as he embraces me as I embrace Springtrap. I felt my heart being ripped in two every time he broke down like this, which was like three times a week, but this one was just the worse. I place a small kiss on his head.
"We love you Spring." I say quietly. Expecting no reply as always.
"Thank you." I heard him whisper. Scott and I look at each other in shock. He replied. Scott moved from me and closer to Springtrap and hugged him tightly. The three of us spent the rest of the night in each other's comfort. Raising a kid is hard. A depressed teenager is even harder.
(7th month)
The worst has happened. Springtrap tried suicide. We tried everything but he just won't tell us why. I broke. I broke down so bad. I hardly ever cry or show emotion towards others except Scott but this was different. The blood dripped down his precious throat. He remained silent, like he felt nothing. He was still very alive. But he didn't respond to anything. He kept a blank expression as we cleaned and stitched his throat. He wouldn't make eye contact with either of us. Scott was with Springtrap. I'm in my own room balling my eyes out. I felt like such a failure as a father. I heard the door open as Scott walked in. He sat next to me on our bed.
"Where's Springtrap?" I asked.
"He fell asleep while crying. I tucked him in but I think we should bring him in here with us tonight. I just wanted some time alone with you first." Scott had tear stains all over his stomach. Springtrap tended to cry on Scott's stomach when he seeks comfort from him and on my chest when he wants comfort from me. I didn't stop my tears, I let them run free. Scott hugged me as I cried on his shoulder. This was strange for me. Normally I'm the one comforting either Springtrap or Scott, not this way. He brings my face up and kisses my lips softly. I lean in and savour the kiss. I wrap my arms around his waist as he does the same but around my neck. He brings me down to my back and hovers over me. Our lips refusing to part from each other.
"Dad. Father." We separated and looked to the door. Springtrap standing there holding the little golden bear the three of us made for him a while ago.
"Yes son?" I ask. He walked over to us and sits with us. He looked ashamed.
"What's wrong Springtrap?" Scott asked. He looped an arm around Springtrap's shoulder.
"I'm sorry." He said. Scott and I hugged him tightly and comforted him. Springtrap snuggled with the both of us and fell asleep. We laid down with Springtrap sleeping in our arms.
"Love you Spring." We both said before sleeping ourselves.
(1st year)
Things were starting to look up. Springtrap still self-harmed every now and then but suicide hasn't reoccurred once. Springtrap joined me in the gym we have every day and we are able to get him to eat half a meal once a day. Springtrap's body began to bulk up. He definitely was building quite a stern shape. Springtrap will now draw in the same room as us and occasionally starts a conversation.
(1st year and a half)
Springtrap finally smiled! Well more or less. We found he finds it almost impossible to smile. It's really awkward and he can't keep his mouth closed when he tries to smile. His smile is uneven and messes up the shape of his eyes. But neither Scott nor I mind. We still love our son and his 'awkward' smile is kinda cute. It shows he's really trying and that's all that matters.
(2nd year. Springtrap's POV)
I still feared of the past coming to haunt my future, but no so much anymore. If my dads wanted to do something to me they would've already. Right? They have been so kind to me. Dad made the best meals, even though I don't eat it all. Father helped me sleep with that music he plays. They both always helped me through my break downs. They even say they love me. And all I can do is give a stupid ugly smile. I hate myself. I hate everything about me. But Dad and Father? I love them. I love them so much and all they've done for me. Listen to me, I'm 17 years old and I'm acting like an 8 year old. I have to tell them. They deserve to know they're appreciated.
Dad and Father had made dinner together, that's not normal as Father can't make anything except soup. It was a roast. And it was chicken. Our favourite! (AN: Not all animals here are evolved. Some are still like they are in our world) Yeah, yeah, I'm a rabbit but I was raised by wolves and was alone in the wild for 5 years. And the berries out there were awful! I had to eat something didn't I?
Father always made quick work of the skin and wings, he just loves it. Dad always had the legs. I preferred the breast bit. We had some potatoes and roasted carrots to go with it.
Father and Dad looked at me with surprise. I asked what was wrong then I realised I ate everything. Not a crumb left. Oh my belly hurts now.
"Well, didn't expect that *bbbbbbuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrp*" Didn't expect that either. Father and Dad started laughing their heads off. I let out a small laugh as well. It soon turned into a full fit of laughter. I haven't laughed in ages! It felt great!
"Oh my gosh Spring. Hahaha. I've never heard you laugh." Dad said. Smiling. I tried to smile back but I still can't smile properly. Father did the dishes for us as Dad and I watched the TV on the couch.
"You finally laughed." Dad said. He gave me a hug as we sat on the couch.
"And ate everything." I said. I snuggled up to him.
"Oi you forgot me." Father joked. Scott and I invited him to join. Father was on my right while Dad was on my left.
"Love you Springy." They both said. They never expect a reply.
"Love you guys to." I heard them gasp. Then I heard a sniff. I looked over to Dad and he was crying.
"D-dad? Are you ok?" He nodded his head and hugged me tight. I looked over at Father who was fighting his own tears. He joined the hug as well.
"I love you both so much. And all you've done for me. And putting and with how much of a pain I am."
"We wouldn't want anyone else to be our son. No one." I heard Father say. I smiled awkwardly again and enjoyed the embrace.
(5th year 3rd person)
Springtrap is now settled in to his environment. It took forever but he's now happy more then he's depressed. He still suffers from depression but with Scott's and Vincent's help he should recover one day. Springtrap and Scott were drawing together as Vincent did some house cleaning.
Vincent went outside to tend to the backyard. He smelt something unusual. It was summer so the fire hadn't been on for a long time but he smelt smoke. He turned around and saw flames. A fire had started and it was coming their way. The fire was a fair way away but they spread quick. Vincent rushed inside.
"Guys! Run! Go get out!" He screamed. Springtrap and Scott got up to see what was wrong.
"What's wrong babe?" Scott asked. Springtrap held the little bear doll close to him, even though he's 20. He didn't like seeing either of his parents upset.
"Fire. It's coming our way, we have to leave everything." Vincent said. Springtrap stood their shocked. Leave everything? Their home?
"Springtrap come on." Vincent pulled Springtrap's arm. Springtrap ran as fast as he could with Scott and Vincent. They got out the door and the fir was already getting closer. The three ran for their lives.
The woods were huge and stretched for miles Springtrap was growing tired. He fell down and tried desperately to get up. Vincent saw and rushed to him.
"Springtrap! Come on get up!" Vincent was able to get him back on his feet and running again. Scott was slower than the others and the fire was now on top of them. Branches fell around them and the ground burnt fast beneath their feet. Scott was hit by a branch that cut into his hip.
"AAhhhhhhhh!" He howled in pain. He kept running with Springtrap and Vincent's help.
Later a tree fell. Scott and Vincent dodged it but Springtrap's right ear got stuck under it.
"Ahhh! Help!" Vincent and Scott tried to pull him out but the tree was too heavy.
"I have an idea but you won't like it." Vincent said.
"I know you're only trying to help." Springtrap said. Vincent grabbed the knife in his pocket and started cutting Springtrap's ear in half. Springtrap screamed in pain but knew that Vincent was only dong this to prevent the fire from killing them. Once that half of his ear was off they started running again. Blood was all over Springtrap as his ear shot out blood from the small veins in his ear. Springtrap hadn't let go of the golden bear teddy as they ran. It was the first thing he had made with his parents before they introduced him to drawing.
"There! We're almost out." Vincent said. The woods were coming to an end.
(After they escaped the fire)
Vincent was carrying his lover as he was bleeding out from the cut in his hip. Springtrap refused to receive help from either Vincent or Scott as he wanted Scott to get better first.
"Let's rest there." Springtrap looked to where Vincent pointed.
"Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?" He asked.
"We'll go to the back. We don't want to cause trouble." Vincent said as he carried Scott around the back of the restaurant and placed him next to the dumpster bin. Springtrap looked at Scott's wound. Being that he lived in the wild he only knew to lick it better, so that's what he did. Scott giggled as Springtrap's tongue tickled him. Vincent looked at Springtrap's half ear. He felt so guilty for it.
"You two ok?" He asked.
"Spring- hahaha- that – haha- tickles!" Scott laughed, at least he was forgetting about the pain. Springtrap had cleaned the wound enough that he could stop. It was night. And dark. Vincent had Spring and Scott huddle in the corner so he could keep an eye on them. Wolves are naturally the most protective of their lovers or young. Vincent had both to be protective of.
Scott and Springtrap had fallen asleep while Vincent stood watch. He heard the back door open and his instincts kicked in. He let out a loud growl. It was bear standing there. He was brown. He jumped slightly as he heard the wolf growl at him. The bear put down the bag of garbage he was meant to throw out and looked behind the wolf. He understood now, he saw the injured white wolf and green rabbit.
"Back off." Vincent growled standing to full height. The bear was taller but Vincent was to protective to care.
"I won't hurt you. My name is Freddy. Yours?" He said.
"Vincent."
"Would you like to come inside?" Vincent looked at him questionably.
"How can I trust you?"
"By the looks of things you might want to take that risk before those two bleed out."
"Alright fine. But if you or anyone hurts the only family I have left I'll slice all your throats. Got it?"
"Ok. But please don't hurt anyone ok. Oh and we just closed so you won't be bothered by any kids." Vincent helped Scott onto his feet and Springtrap woke up with a start.
"W-who's that?" Springtrap asked.
"His name is Freddy son. He's going to help us." Vincent answered. Springtrap stayed close behind Vincent as they followed Freddy inside.
Freddy took them inside. Everyone stopped what they were doing to see what was happening. They all gathered around the new comers. Springtrap whimpered and clung to the back of Vincent's shirt. Vincent looked around. Two foxes, two chickens, four rabbits and four bears, including Freddy. One of the foxes, a red one, tried to approach Springtrap but he let out a scared yelp which made Vincent growl at him.
"Hey, hey, easy their laddie." The fox said with a pirate accent.
"Stay away from my son." Vincent sneered.
"Son?" Freddy asked.
"But he's a rabbit. You're a wolf." A blue rabbit pointed out.
"Ever considered adoption?" A black rabbit said. The blue rabbit nodded.
"Alright guys give them some space." Freddy said as he shooed them off. Except one.
"Goldie, could you help me out please?" Freddy asked. A golden bear stayed behind. He was tall. Like really tall. Springtrap shivered in fear.
"Yeah bro?"
"We have any spare rooms?"
"Yeah, we have two. One next to my room and another next to Chica's. The one next to Chica's is more of a two person bedroom." Goldie explained. Freddy nodded.
"Are you two together?" Freddy asked Vincent and Scott.
"Yep." Scott replied.
"Then you can have the room next to Chica's. While… what's your name?" Goldie asked Springtrap. He said quietly.
"S-Springt-trap." Vincent noticed the fear in his son's voice.
"Well Springtrap you can have the room next to mine." Goldie said with a warm smile. Springtrap avoided his gaze.
"Is he alright?" Freddy asked Vincent.
"We'll explain later." He replied.
"I'll have Goldie and Fredbear help me patch you guys up then I'll show you to your rooms."
"So you're just going to give us a place to live?" Scott asked.
"Yeah pretty much," Freddy said. Scott smiled.
"Well that's very nice of you."
"Most of the gang here were homeless. I and my brothers made this happy pizzeria a safe home for me and the others." Freddy explained. Springtrap kept close to Vince and Scott.
"Come on let's clean you three up." Goldie said. They followed him.
"Fredbear!" Goldie called. A lighter yellow coloured bear came over.
"Yeah Goldie?" Alfred said.
"Can you help with the new-comers? They're a bit wounded." Fredbear nodded and they all went to the medical room.
Scott, Vincent and Springtrap sat on separate tables. Springtrap clutched onto the bear doll tightly. Freddy went to Vincent; Fredbear went to Scott while Goldie had Springtrap.
"What happened to you guys?" Freddy asked tending to some minor burns Vincent had.
"We got caught in a bush fire. No doubt burnt down our home." Vincent replied.
"Oh. I'm so sorry." Fredbear said as he stitched the large cut in Scott's hip.
"Yeah. At least we found people as nice as you guys." Scott said. They heard a scream and looked over at Springtrap who had yelled and kicked Goldie in the face.
"Springtrap!" Vincent yelled.
"He was touching me, I'm sorry!" Springtrap curled up into a ball and stayed still. Vincent sighed.
"I'm sorry. Springtrap has major trust issues." Vincent said as Goldie had a blood nose.
"It's ok. I should've warned him the wipes would be so cold." Goldie laughed.
"Can I fix your ear now?" Goldie asked. Springtrap looked at him, he was smiling. Even though he kicked him in the face. He sat up and let him clean and stitch it.
"What happened here?" Goldie asked.
"His ear was caught under a burning tree and the only way we could get him out was when I cut his ear in half." Vincent explained.
"That would've hurt like a b**ch." Goldie said.
(After being tended to)
"Alright you're all good." Freddy said. Vincent didn't need much, just some ice to help the small burns.
"I'll show you where you will be staying then, if you want, Goldie can show you around." Freddy said.
"Goldie seems to be pulled into doing a lot." Scott joked.
"Believe it or not Goldie is antisocial so I get him to help with new-comers to help him get over it." Freddy explained.
"Fair enough." Vincent said.
"Come on let's go." Goldie said. Freddy showed them the hallway.
"Here's Chica's room. The free one is the door on the left." Freddy said. Springtrap whimpered as Scott and Vincent entered and he was left with the two bears.
"My room is here, yours is there." Goldie said, he opened the door for Springtrap. Springtrap was shaking. He was by himself with these strangers.
"Hey you ok?" Goldie asked. Springtrap bolted into the room and hid in the corner. Goldie was taken by surprise.
"He has severe depression and is on a whole new level of antisocial." Vincent said to Goldie, Goldie jumped a little as he didn't see Vincent and Scott exit their room. Goldie went into the room and turned the light on. Vincent and Scott weren't sure they should let the bear near him. So they sat on the bed and observed how Goldie would handle Springtrap's behaviour. Freddy asked Scott and Vincent what's been happening with Springtrap's life.
Goldie kneeled in front of Springtrap. Springtrap tried to back away more.
"It's alright. I won't hurt you." Goldie said.
"That's a lie. Only Dad and Father tell me the truth. I've seen what others do." He growled. Springtrap looked away. Goldie looked at the rabbit's features, quite attractive rabbit he was.
"I'll give you your space." Goldie said. He stood up and walked out. Freddy followed as Scott and Vincent stayed in Springtrap's room.
"Well that went well." Freddy said sarcastically. Goldie sighed sadly.
"What's wrong?" Freddy asked.
"Springtrap." Was all he said.
"Ohh I see your problem." Freddy mocked.
"What?"
"You're in love."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Says you with Bonnie."
"Ok I'll shut up."
Springtrap ran to his dads and cried.
"Everything was finally perfect. Now it's back where it started." Springtrap sobbed.
"I don't think everything is all bad." Vincent said. Smirking.
"What do you mean babe?" Scott asked
"Well I don't know about you but I think that Goldie has a small crush on our boy." Vincent said.
"I'm not going with him!" Springtrap shouted. "He doesn't really like me he just wants to use me!"
"What do you mean?" Scott asked. Springtrap refused to answer. Vincent pulled out a tape recorder.
"Look what I grabbed before the fire." Springtrap looked. It was his music! Scott put the thing on and they tucked Springtrap in.
"We love you Spring." They said.
"Love you guys to." Springtrap replied. They walked out his room and they went into their own.
"Night Scotty." Vincent said.
"Night Vinny." Scott replied. They shared a kiss before going to sleep.
Springtrap held the bear close to him. Why did he love this doll so much? He didn't know. It looked just like Goldie though. Weird. He sighed and listened to his music as he tried to sleep.
(Need serious help, I suffer from writers block so if ya have any suggestions please share. Later mates.)
