Springtrap POV
I grabbed the tool box. Mr. Frederick always said I was good with tools. Which I was, I once helped him fix Goldie when he had a malfunction. So if I can fix Goldie I can fix myself up too. Oh so you're not useless. I just ignore Mavis for the time being and look through the tools. I spread them out before me. Wow has a bunch of stuff, it's like he brings his whole tool shed. For somebody so small he can sure as hell handle a lot of weight.
"First I hafta unlock m-m-my s-servo. I Th-think th-that's a-all." I can do without wires and a voice box at the moment, right? Yeah, I can do without them. I went to work on my servos as Mavis hummed a song, It was familiar, but I couldn't quite put my tongue on it. It sounded really pretty though.
After a few hours I was done or as done as I could get. It's kinda hard working is such poor conditions. But I think I did a decent job.
"Hi" a high pitched giggle came from nowhere. It sounded like a kid, what would a kid be doing here anyways? "Hello." There it was again that voice.
"Hello!" I just hear my voice echo through the place, no answer or high pitched giggle. "H-hello!" Still nothing. I began freaking out. What if he's hurt or worse...Dead? Mavis offered curtly. Y-yeah that! I slowly get up and turn my head side to side. Nothing. Where was that voice coming from. I headed out of the stage room and peeked down the hall. It looked dark and scary down there, I didn't really want to go down there. "W-what do y-you think I-I should do?" I asked Mavis aloud. Just beyond the hall lay the hell hole I had been locked up for so long. I never wanted to see that place again, it held too many bad memories. Mavis just shrugged his shoulders.
"H-hello?" the voice came again, down the dreaded hallway. It sounded more like a helpless plea this time, as if the owner of the voice was losing hope. The voice was fading slowly. My ears drooped as he stared down the dark hall. Guilt was eating away at my heart. I gave a heave. "Fi-i-ine I-I'll gg-g-g-g-ooo." I ease myself out of the party room and stared into the darkness. My good ear twitched as I held my hands to my chest. I take one shaky step after another, then another, and another, and so on. In no time I'm already half way down the hall. I freeze in my spot too scared to go any further. What If I get stuck back there again? Maybe even forever this time! Maybe I shouldn't go, but whoever is at the end of the hall could be in serious danger. I could always wait for Mr. Fritz and Mike, but they'll be back next week, It could be too late by then. I was torn between going or not.
"Hi…" The voice was barely above pin drop. The only reason I could hear it was because of his heightened hearing. "Please help…us…." The voice was even softer now. I can clearly hear the defeat in the voice. Guilt was slowly eating away at me. There was more of them. Lost, cold, and helpless. I know that feeling. I've been alone for so long, and with nobody to even care about me. Everyone I cared for hated me; Goldie. All the people I could have been friends with; Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Foxy. I'm feared; I'm pretty sure Mike isn't comfortable around me. I'm ignored, Mavis. I was locked away, used, and unloved.
I looked up ahead bravely and began to walk down the dark hall. I reach the point where I can see the backroom I was hidden away in. I squeeze my eyes tight and walk past. I head in the direction I think the voice came from. I arrive at a huge rusted metal door. The hinges creaked when I pushed on it. The door had locks and chains all over them. The metal of the chains were rusted and didn't seem too hard to break. I chuckled as it brought back an old memory.
Flashback
Mr. Frederick pushed an huge wooden crate into the middle of the dinner. Me and Goldie had been working on a new song when we saw him pushing it in. We were extremely curious on what was in the box. Me being me rushed over right away. Goldie followed but in a slower pace.
Goldie just curiously inspected the box with his eyes. I on the other hand was on top of the box knocking on the crate. "What is it?!" I asked excitedly.
Mr. Frederick laughed and told me to get of the box. "Calm down, let's open it and find out." He held a crowbar at his side as he stood firmly in front of the box. He jammed the bar into a thin space between the boards that held the box together. He Began to push at it, but it wouldn't budge.
Goldie took a closer step inspecting the place Mr. Frederick tried to open up. He gently traced his hand on the place. "Maybe you should try a different place. The spacing between the boards is a bit larger in the edge on the other side."
"Thanks Gold!" tried what Goldie said but still no avail. He tried all the other places, but the box wouldn't open up!
"Maybe we should apply more pressure on the center of the bar." , but I got in the way.
"Stop, no. Let me handle this!" I grabbed the crowbar and tossed it across the room into a corner. I then proceeded to pounce of the box and dug my hand into one of the cracks my boss tried to open pop open. Once I got a good grip I forcefully tore it out. As the board came out part of it broke into splinters. "Done!" I yelled proudly.
Goldie crossed his arms and shook his head. "You know there are always other ways."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "You were taking too long!"
Flashback Ends
After that Mr. Frederick always said Goldie was the brains and I was the brawn. I smiled slightly at the memory before getting back to the task at hand. I ran my hands gently over the chains feeling the cool metal under my artificial skin. It was cold to the ouch and the rust made it feel rough. I slowly curl my hands around the chain and give it a gentle tug.
I almost jumped back at the loud squeak the metal gave. N-no it's nothing, I reassured myself. "Okay, o-one, t-twooo, th-three." On the count I gave a sharp yanks.
The metal snapped like a twig and the unexpected lack of resistance made me lose my balance. Well that's one thing solved, now to see what's behind this door.
"Helloooo…." the voice called again.
I smiled proudly as I tossed aside the chain. "Don't-t w-worry, I-I'm h-here!" I exclaimed happily. The door slowly opened by itself. That must have been why the chains were there; it just wouldn't stay shut.