"Hey guys!

Remember what I said at the beginning of Chapter 6?

Well screw that.

Yeah.

Who was that person at the end of the last chapter?

Don't ask. It's mega obvious if you think about it.

This chapter reintroduces us to Circus Baby's Rental Service, although I think you'll find that it's very different. But first...

To Alaosa: If you think about it, the Exotic Butters would be expired by then. But this explains about the whole HandUnit gift basket thing.

Anyways guys, I'm thinking about adding an OC. It won't be human. But I think the story will work better with them as a character.

This chapter actually gives a name for our favourite cold-hearted murderer William Afton, because seriously, I was getting tired of referring to him as he. I mean, we all knew who he was.

Anyways, enjoy guys!

:)

Chapter 8

Anger Is Restless

"Hello, Michael. We've been waiting a long time for you to come back." The figure was tall and stocky, the shape of its face resembling The Puppet. However, its arms and legs had visible joints, like Circus Baby. This was not The Puppet.

"Springtrap, do you know this person?" Golden Freddy asked curiously. Springtrap smiled.

"Yeah. I know them." He walked up to the figure, and before Golden Freddy and Bonnie could tell what was happening, he punched the figure right in the stomach. Instantly, it toppled over into several identical pieces. Suddenly, the pieces began to move, displaying their tiny hands and feet.

"Ow, you're squishing me!"

"Shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"Guys, quiet down now."

"Shut! Up!"

"Hey, be nice!"

Springtrap grinned as he flicked on a nearby light switch, revealing the Bidybabs and Minireenas fighting among themselves.

"Stop pushing!"

"Oy!"
They all stopped when they realised that Golden Freddy, Bonnie and Springtrap were staring at them.

"I see you haven't grown at all." Springtrap said with a smirk on his face. The Bidybabs growled.

"You haven't changed either." One of them said. Springtrap shrugged. "Maybe. But I must say…" He spread out his arms. "It's good to see you guys again." That instantly put a smile on their faces. "It's good to see you too, Michael." Springtrap cringed. "I don't go by that name any more." The Bidybab who had spoken didn't look surprised. "I see. What should we call you then?" Springtrap glanced briefly at Golden Freddy, before saying "Springtrap. I am Springtrap."

The Bidybabs and Minireenas whispered to each other for a little, before a Minireena decided to speak up.

"Springtrap, huh? That seems… fitting somehow."

"Thanks." Springtrap muttered.

"I think we've dragged on for long enough." One of the Bidybabs said. "Everyone has been waiting for you for ages." Suddenly, Springtrap looked up, his eyes filled with hope. "Wait… My sister is here?" The Bidybab shook their head. "She and the others… they are long gone." Springtrap looked down. "Oh."

The Bidybab motioned towards the vent.

"I believe we should get moving. I think everyone needs a little… moral support right now." Springtrap nodded, still obviously disappointed.

"Of course." The large group filed one by one through the vent. As they moved through, Springtrap dragged his hand across the side of the vent, feeling its touch.

I remember this.

He frowned when he saw a large indentation in the side of the vent.

"I see you noticed the doors." One of the Minireenas said. "All I can say is… this place has changed a lot since you've last been here. But don't worry, we kept all the rooms. The first part is the same." She added the last bit quickly after seeing Springtrap's annoyed expression.

"What's in those rooms?" He asked, instead of snapping at her. "There's a lot of different people here. It seems that your father had more victims than we thought." Springtrap frowned at this. "He already claimed all of your lives. You're telling me… there were even more deaths?" She nodded sadly. "Indeed." They continued crawling through the vent, Springtrap being overcome by nostalgia. Back then… there was no need to worry about anything. We were all happy.

Springtrap sighed in relief when he saw the opening to the Primary Control Module. As he crawled out of the vent, his face was instantly flooded with green light. He stood up cautiously, the Bidybabs, Minireenas, Golden Freddy and Bonnie exiting behind him.

Springtrap peered through the window of Ballora Gallery, at the never ending darkness.

"You said there were others." He muttered. "Where are they?" One of the Bidybabs walked up to the metal panel on Ballora Gallery's side.

"Right here." He said, pressing the blue button. Instantly, Ballora Gallery was bathed in light. Springtrap gaped at the sight.

Dozens of bare endoskeletons, standing in line, staring curiously at the newcomers. They appeared to have known they were coming. As Springtrap stared at them, he couldn't help but find them all familiar. Then he understood why; they resembled Ennard without their mask.

He tried to send a message to Ennard, but they didn't respond. He sighed. He kneeled down, and crawled through the vent into Ballora Gallery. When he stepped out, the endoskeletons stared at him intensely, only their eyes following him.

"Why are they all staring at me?" He asked one of the Minireenas.

"Everyone here hates your father. They all swore that they would never follow him. And so even though your father is alive… They have sworn allegiance in you, the 2nd oldest in the Afton family." Springtrap stared in wonder at the dozens of endoskeletons standing front of him.

"You guys…" Suddenly, he realised what the Minireena was saying. He turned to her in shock. "This… is how many victims my father had?" One of the endoskeletons stepped forward.

"Some of it was indirect. Your father ruined many lives as side effects of his experiments." Springtrap sighed.

"Dad…" He muttered. The same endoskeleton stepped back. "Perhaps… He should see the room." A Bidybab nodded.

"You're right." Springtrap frowned.

"What room?" He asked curiously, though still cautious. "The room." The Bidybab said playfully. "Follow me."

He led Springtrap through the columns of endoskeletons, who all continued to stand still.

"Right in here." The Bidybab said, motioning towards a door in the wall which definitely hadn't been there the last time Springtrap had been here. Springtrap grasped the handle of the door, and pushed it open slowly and cautiously.

Creak…

Springtrap slowly poked his head through the opening, and gaped. His jaw hit the ground. Literally. He scrambled to pick his jaw up from the tiled floor, before gazing around the room in wonder.

There were several shelves, piled high with baskets containing fruits, nuts, and berries, some containing cash, and others containing absolutely ridiculous things which would not be considered safe for kids or adults, like C4 and rifle ammo.

"W-what… WHAT THE HECK?!" Springtrap yelled.

"Oy, quiet down will you?!" A voice said from the back of the room. A bare Funtime Freddy endoskeleton walked out from behind a shelf. Springtrap noticed that they had both hands, unlike Funtime Freddy. Suddenly, they froze. "Oh my…" They suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Springtrap's head, pulling it right into his face.

"Those… eyes…" The endoskeleton's bright blue eyes stared into his, glowing brightly. "I know… those eyes…" He squeezed tighter. "I've seen… those eyes… I know those eyes!" He yelled.

"Hey, it'd be nice if you let go of me." Springtrap growled.

"Ah, right. Sorry." The endoskeleton took a few steps back. "We've met before, haven't we?" Springtrap frowned. "What…" And then he remembered.

xXx

Michael moved slowly through Funtime Auditorium. He used his flash beacon.

Flash.

Funtime Foxy stood in front of him, only a few metres away. Michael gulped, and edged slowly to the side. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was no longer there. He flashed again, and fell over in shock.

A massive Funtime Freddy endoskeleton stood before him, staring at him intently. He slowly crawled backward, afraid to see if it was still there. When he finally decided to flash again, the endoskeleton was gone.

xXx

"Yes…" Springtrap muttered. "We've met before. A long time ago…" The endoskeleton nodded.

"You were the technician." Springtrap smirked. "Yeah. I was the technician. Now I'm a literal animatronic." The endoskeleton tilted their head. "I guess time goes by." He held out his hand.

"The name's Yenndo." Springtrap shook it. "Springtrap. Hey, you reckon you could tell me what this room is?" He said, motioning to the shelves of baskets. "Certainly." Yenndo replied cheerfully. "I'm sure you remember the last ridiculous thing HandUnit gave you, right?" Springtrap rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Exotic Butters for a gift basket." He pouted. "That was stupid." Yenndo laughed. "Well… let's just say that the gift baskets kept on coming in, even though you were… dead. And so we kept on pressing Hand Unit's buttons to see what we'd get. Kind of like a lottery… except we didn't have to pay. Eventually, when we fixed HandUnit, stuff became easier. Although, when HandUnit wasn't fixed, it did the most stupid things. Once it sent us toilet plungers." Springtrap stared at him.

"I'm serious." Yenndo growled. Springtrap didn't respond. And then…

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He yelled, and fell other, laughing uncontrollably. Yenndo stared at him, dumbfounded. "HAHAha-haha-ha-h-ha-haha… Give me a minute…" He muttered. He wheezed on the floor for a bit, before finally getting a hold of himself.

"Sorry about that." He said, grinning and standing up. "I'm not the best at containing laughter." Yenndo stared at him curiously, before shrugging it off.

"This is… all yours." Yenndo muttered. "All of it." Springtrap stared at him for a few seconds, before blanking out and falling over backwards. Yenndo stared at him with a clueless expression.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." Yenndo face palmed. He seriously couldn't believe that this guy was their leader. "Do you even use any of this? It's just sitting here, gathering dust." Yenndo smirked.

"Did you think we used none of this?" He asked. "C'mon, let me show you something." Springtrap shrugged, getting up and following Yenndo to a door in the back of the room. "I'm sure everyone has told you that this place has grown." Springtrap nodded. "Yeah." Yenndo grinned, gripping the door handle. "But did they tell you about…" He flung open the door, and Springtrap had to shield his eyes from the blazing light. "…this?"

Springtrap slowly stepped through the door, which was still blazing in light. Only when his eyes adjusted did he realise what he was looking at. There was a long walkway stretching out through a seemingly infinite room, which sometimes opened up and formed other walkways, which stretched out to every direction. There were several fans along the sides of the wall, spinning like mad. Before Springtrap could question their existence, he peered down and saw the massive drop from the walkway towards an endless stretch of lava, although a few small islands were visible. Springtrap then noticed the rooms which the other walkways led to.

"What…" He muttered.

"Surprised?" Yenndo grinned. "They built this room for years until it was done. IT was mostly made in the event of an invasion, you know? The lava was especially for that purpose." Springtrap stared at him, unblinking. "I-Invasion?" Yenndo scowled. "Yeah. A large group of people wearing masks. Pretty creepy looking, if you ask me." Springtrap's mind whirred at this new information, the pieces slowly clicking into place.

"They've already been here." Springtrap muttered. "What?" Yenndo asked. Springtrap looked at him, a frightened expression on his face. "We need to tell the others. Now."

xXx

"So you lost them." There was a moment of silence, before someone decided to speak up.

"Yes." He clenched his fist. "You idiots…" He reached out and grabbed the person nearest to him, and held them up to his eye level. "How could you lose them?!" He roared menacingly. The group of masked figures shrunk back in fear.

"William-" He glared at the person who had said that. "Don't call me William. I'm more than Afton ever was. My name is Bloodwire!" He roared. The group shrunk back even further. "Now, go. And bring them back this time. Do not fail me again." With that, the group of masked figures scattered, leaving only Bloodwire in the room. He grabbed his lance, which was resting on the wall. He'd postponed it for long enough, but now was the time. Those stupid animatronics would find out why his creations had been called twisted.