(G'day… I still feel like utter s**t today. I lost my little boy, Darwin (My pet gunnie pig). After 3 years, he died while I was at school. I loved that little guy, he always ran up to my puppy Asha when he saw her, they would rub noses together. And now he's gone. RIP my little boy.)
King InJi: "Why is this so cute?"
Me: "Its GoldieXSpringtrap that's why LOL"
Mangle6: "WHAT!? A murderer!? Spring Trap RUN AS FAST AS YOUR MIGHTY RABBIT LEGS WILL ALLOW! And Goldie, hang on."
Me: "Yes we finally meet the voice in Springtrap's head."
Zerothekitsune: "So I just found this story...the chapters might be a bit short for my taste (love long stories) but this is both very interesting and absolutely adorable. Wonder though how Goldie got lost from the pizzeria, still...he is the most adorable golden bear ever...I had to hug my Goldie plush whenever Goldie was sad or upset.
Me: "I have a Goldie plush as well, so cute and soft. I'm glad u like this so far, I'll so my best to not disappoint."
Neon lololol: "NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU CLIFFHANGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!"
Me: "I'm such an evil Aussie dude." *evil laugh*
Neon: "COME'RE AUSSIEHOLE (oh god I sound so racist XP) GET A TASTE OF THE INDIAN FIST!"
Me: (Don't worry, I don't get offended easy with the race stuff,)
"I'll kick ya bloody good down under if ya try mate!"
Neon: "Yeah I'm terrible at defence" ... *takes out a huge chainsaw* "MWAHAHHAHAHAHA"
Me: *Takes out bazooka* "try me boi!"
Neom: ...*takes out a ... CHAINSAW BAZOOKA!* (Neon wut?)( SHUT UP CHARLIE) AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHA
Me: *Takes out magic boomerang,* Taste Aussie power! *Throws and hits Neon's head*
(Don't ask, us two are crazy as hell.)
Springtrap ran so fast, he is a rabbit after all, Goldie crying from fear in his arms. Springtrap jumped over branches and rocks as he heard someone following them. Another knife was thrown but also missed. Springtrap was furious, he had ruined everything! Again!
"Springtrap!" Goldie cried so hard Spring's heart began to hurt again. Springtrap climbed up a tree and waited.
"Stay here." He told Goldie as he jumped down.
The figure stopped running to try and find his victims, only to be kicked in the face by Springtrap.
"Why are you here!?" Spring demanded. His voice was in his dreams for years, now the man himself was in front of him.
"My dear Spring." The man chuckled. Springtrap growled.
"My my, what many scars you have bestowed upon your frame, forgot to mention that when I last saw you at the market." He said.
"They're your fault." Springtrap snarled. The man chuckled darkly.
"Are they now?"
"Yes! It's all your fault Vincent!" A flash of lightning struck and the light showed the sinful purple man grinning sinfully.
"My fault? Who didn't protect him, who let the fire take him, who let me kill him."
"SHUT UP!" Springtrap punched the purple man in the face as the sky grew darker with clouds and cried gusts of rain upon the fighters.
"My my Spring. You've grown quite aggressive since I fought you last." Vincent snickered, he grabbed his knife and stabbed Springtrap's shoulder.
"AHHH!" Springtrap yelled in pain, Goldie watched from above. Terrified for Springtrap's life.
Vincent grinned as Springtrap clutched his wound. Vincent kicked Springtrap and placed the knife on his neck.
"Oh, I don't remember this little beauty, how'd this happen hmm?" Vincent purred, knowing fully how it got there.
"That's none of your concern." Springtrap growled. The man in purple chuckled as he began to slice the blade on Spring's throat.
"NO!" The purple guy was knocked out cold when a tree branch hit his head. Goldie had climbed down and wacked him.
"G-Goldie?" Springtrap mumbled.
"Come on Spring! Get up!" Goldie begged pulling on Springtrap's arm.
Springtrap grunted but got up, he picked up Goldie and put him on his back so it didn't hurt his shoulder as much. Goldie was shocked to see blood dripping from his lover's throat.
"W-what?"
"I'll explain later, I have to get you back to safety." Springtrap ran as fast as he could back home.
…
Goldie shivered under the blanket while he was sitting in the bed he and Springtrap shared. He gave a loud sneeze; the rain might have given him a cold. Springtrap walked into their room with two mugs of milo.
"Thanks." Goldie said. Springtrap set his own cup aside as he cuddled Goldie to try and keep him warm. It was his fault that Goldie was almost killed, he had to take him out, didn't he? His black heart began to throb at the thought of what could've happened.
"Springtrap."
"Yes Goldie."
"Please. Tell me what happened." Goldie begged, he began to mend Springtrap's wounds while he looked at him with pleading eyes, Springtrap couldn't deny him any longer.
"Ok."
(Years ago,)
Springtrap sat outside the abandoned building he's been living in for five years after he was separated from his family. He was fine living in the woods, hunting and foraging was a bit fun to him. He did get lonely every now and then though. It was around 4:36pm and he decided to take a walk before the sun went down, the woods were beautiful at this time in Autumn. All the leave changing colours then falling off the make leave hills.
Springtrap had taken his walk and was about to go home when he heard fighting. Springtrap went to check it out.
"Ah! That all you got you scrawny wimp!" Springtrap heard someone shout.
"Ah, I'm just getting started mate!"
"Ha! There's three of us, and only one of you. A little mistake! A runt!"
"I'm bigger then you in other ways though Mark!" Springtrap poked his head around a tree and saw four animals fighting. Three against one. The three attackers were wolves, one black, one grey and the other black with grey swirls. They were attacking a blue rabbit. He couldn't really see any of their features due to distance and they were fighting.
The grey wolf pinned the rabbit to the ground.
"You are a mistake, mother hates you." The wolf snapped.
"I noticed by the fact she sent you three to try and kill your own brother." The rabbit replied. The grey wolf growled.
"Carle, keep him still." The black wolf said, he lifted the hair on the rabbit's face and struck his face with his claws.
"Ahhh! Son of a b***h." The rabbit cursed. Carle laughed darkly.
"Nice work David. Now, it's my turn." The black and grey wolf sneered. The rabbit tried to squirm out of the other wolf's grasp but failed.
"Mark, you psychopath!" The rabbit yelled.
"Not my fault you exist." Mark taunted. He clamped his jaws to the rabbit's right ear and tore it in half. The rabbit screamed in pain, blood coming out from the tiny blood vessels from his broken ear.
"That's enough!" Springtrap jumped from his hiding spot and charged for the grey wolf. Carle was tackled by Springtrap and punched in the face. The blue rabbit looked shocked but was soon back on his feet. Springtrap stood up and they stood back to back.
"Thanks mate." He said. Springtrap nodded. The three wolves growled but backed away.
"This isn't over." Mark growled. The wolves turned tail and ran. The blue rabbit gave a sigh then collapsed.
"Oh gosh, that was intense." He said.
"Who are you?" Springtrap asked as he helped him back up, the blue rabbit shook his hand as he got up. Spring saw he had a couple of scars to. A decent one on his throat and three on his chest. Some were bleeding from the fight, others looked old. He wore a cowboy hat with a black leather jacket that has all the buttons undone, with no shirt to cover his bare chest. A shiny silver chain hung from his neck. His right eye was a rich blue but the other was covered by his long blue hair. The blue rabbit pulled his hair back to scratch an itch on his cheek and Springtrap saw deep scratches on his left eye, which was very discoloured. Obviously blind in that eye. Springtrap was surprised when he saw Salvage was half wolf. His long blue, with red under it, tail swayed in the wind and wore black skinny jeans.
"The name's Salvage mate, you?"
"Springtrap. And what's with the way you talk?"
"I get that a lot, I'm from Australia."
"Oh okay. How old are you?"
"Around 15. You?"
"16"
"Huh, you look older mate."
"Oh. Who were they?" Springtrap asked, referring to the wolves. Salvage sighed.
"They're well, my brothers." Salvage said.
"Why would they do that to you?" Spring asked.
"Well, I was a mistake. My father, a rabbit, and my mother, a wolf, divorced while she was pregnant with the four of us. She hoped none of us would have any resemblance with our father. But my bloody luck I look just like him apparently, besides the tail of course. So, they made a slave out of me, and would beat me regularly. We came here to America a year ago, where I'm standing now after trying to escape, and you know the rest." Springtrap stood their shocked, he thought being abandoned was bad, but Salvage was beaten for being mostly rabbit.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Springtrap finally said. Salvage smiled.
"Well, I better go find some shelter for the night. Thank again mate."
"Wait, why don't you come with me. I live in an abandoned house but you know, better than nothing."
"Ace! Let's go." Salvage said. Springtrap shook his head. 'It'll take a while to get used to that Aussie accent.' He thought as they walked through the woods.
(Present.)
"Salvage and I became great friends. We used the abandoned building as an attraction, small amounts of people liked to come and see us for a scare. It was fun." Springtrap sighed, a tear rolling down his cheek. Goldie wiped it away.
"Then, we decided to become brothers."
(Past)
"Oi mate! Ya coming!?" Salvage yelled, the full mood shining bright. It was the same place Springtrap would take Goldie years later.
"Calm down Sal, I'm here." Springtrap laughed.
"Thank you." Salvage said.
"For what?"
"I'm finally going to have a brother who cares about me."
"And I'll finally have family again." Springtrap and Salvage smiled. Salvage was holding an old rag while Springtrap was holding a sharp knife.
"Ready?" Springtrap asked.
"Bloody oath I am!" Salvage replied. Springtrap pulled the knife and cut the palm of his hand, he gave a small hiss of pain. He gave the knife to Salvage who did the same, only he only winched at the pain. Salvage and Springtrap locked bleeding hands and bonded them together with the rag.
"Not bad for a 18th birthday present eh Sal?" Springtrap said. Whom was now 19.
"Yeah, a brother. Best gift I've ever had mate." Salvage replied. Springtrap smiled.
(An hour later)
Springtrap was cleaning his hand with the lake water, he looked over to Salvage.
"What you doing bro?" Springtrap asked. Salvage put something in Springtrap's hand. It was a marvellous handmade boomerang. Springtrap looked at the back of it and saw a carving of him and Salvage, about it was the word brothers.
"Oh wow." Springtrap said.
"It's the best I could do, I had nothing else to give you." Salvage admitted.
"You didn't have to though, it's your birthday."
"Hey, it's a thank you gift. For being my brother." Salvage hugged Springtrap tight. This was the happiest day ever… or so they thought.
(Present)
"It's all my fault. I couldn't protect him!" Springtrap broke down in tears but continued.
(Past)
Salvage and Springtrap gave a yelp as a knife was thrown at them.
"Hehehe." A purple man emerged from the shadows. Springtrap locked eyes with the man.
"Salvage get the house."Springtrap ordered.
"But…"
"Now!" Salvage ran for his life, the purple guy tried to go after him was hit in the face with a boomerang. Springtrap caught the boomerang as it flew back to him.
"Who are you!" Springtrap demanded.
"Vincent my dear, heard you are called Springtrap." Purple eyes met grey as they stared down each other.
"What do you want?" Springtrap asked.
"Death, and you two will help me by dying from my hands!" Vincent threw another knife and as hard as Springtrap tried to dodge it his him in the left arm. Springtrap yelled in pain. Springtrap pulled the knife out and charged for the Vincent. He cut Vincent's stomach and punched him the face, Vincent kicked Springtrap's legs from under him which caused him to fall over. Springtrap let out a yelp as he fell. Springtrap threw the knife himself and hit Vincent's shoulder. The purple man grabbed a rock and threw it at Springtrap's head, knocking him out cold.
(Ten minutes later)
Springtrap woke up, he groaned as his head pounded.
"Salvage!" He shot up and sprinted. As he ran through the woods he saw a bright orange light in the direction of his and Salvage's home.
"Oh no. NO!" Springtrap found the whole thing was in flames.
"SALVAGE!" He ran inside, desperately trying to find his brother.
"You're too late little bunny." That voice.
"I'll kill you!" Springtrap turned around and wacked the purple guy, sending him flying.
"I'll kill you for this!" Springtrap went to pounce on Vincent but a plank of wood fell on him, he couldn't get up.
"My my, what a predicament you have there." Vincent purred. Tears streaming down Springtrap's face.
"What have you done? You didn't stop me and now look what's happened, your home is destroyed. Your dear brother is mostly dead. What a mess you've made." The purple man said, he walked away, leaving Springtrap to die. Springtrap tried to get up, but the lack of oxygen, the extreme heat, and the big plank on his back he didn't have the energy to do so.
"Salvage… I'm sorry." Springtrap passed out.
(Sometime later)
Springtrap awoke covered in ash, but still alive. His body scared from the fight and fire.
"Salvage." He began to dig through the rubble, he had to find him.
"S-salvage?" Springtrap saw a blue hand under a broken wall, he pulled the broken bits away and gasped. Salvage's body… dead. But it wasn't from fire, a bloody knife was sticking out of his chest. Vincent. He did this!
"No… No! NO SALVAGE NO!" Springtrap grasped and cradled the limp body as he cried uncontrollably. He couldn't protect him, he failed his brother. And on his birthday to.
"All *sob* all my fault." Springtrap continued to cry for hours.
(Present)
Springtrap is now 26. So, he's been suffering for seven years! Goldie began to cry himself, Springtrap pulled the boomerang from under his bed and held it to his chest.
"After a while I found this place. I sell the wood from the trees here, that's how I keep power and money for food."
(Past)
Springtrap had another break down, he misses his brother so much. And it's his fault he'll never see him again.
"All your fault hehehe." The voice taunted. Springtrap screamed for it to stop.
"Why!?" He yelled. He looked to the floor, a knife. He must have dropped it when he was putting the dishes away. He grabbed it, and looked at it.
"Maybe I should just not… exist." He placed the knife on his throat and sliced…
(Present)
"I failed to cut deep enough… I continued to self-harm after though…" Springtrap trailed off. Crying. Goldie placed his hand on Springtrap's heart.
"It's ok, I think I understand the rest." He said.
"I found Bonnie a year later, I had a horrible grudge from the fact I was left behind. Said how I was living alone in that attraction. I never said about I'm in this house now. Years later the fire was reported and Bonnie called to ask if I was ok, I went outside after the conversation and then I found something that would change everything."
"What was that?"
"You." Springtrap held Goldie's hand. His heart pounding beneath. Springtrap cried and fell into Goldie's chest. Listening to the bear's little sweet heart beating, Goldie cradled him best he could. He needed Spring to let it all out, he had to help him. Because he means so much to him. He loves him.
(Finally done!)