Saphira finally picked out a dress she, Nightmare Mangle and Mangle really liked for her birthday. It took only a couple days, Springtrap became interested in what they were doing but no one told him anything. Saphira did pick out a second dress to wear as a surprise on the day of her birthday when the animatronics throw her a party. She began planning on what to buy or make to cater for herself and the animatronics, especially the cake. All the animatronics were keen on it, trying sweet things was rather new to them and she couldn't blame the excitement they had for trying new things. She knows the feeling as she's gone on a few boat cruises and the temptation to try everything is too hard to pass. But now it's been a week since any stranger has broken into the attraction and the animatronics, while they seemed happy, appeared to be restless. Saphira wouldn't say she was uncomfortable, but it was unnerving and wondered if she should do anything to help even if she felt bad doing it. One week until her birthday party, then three days after is her official birthday, Saphira was looking forward to it.
It was very early when she awoke. Glancing at the clock Saphira read it was 4:05am on her phone and groaned loudly, rolling over to try and sleep. She was about to drift off when she heard something loud. Thinking it was one of the animatronics Saphira didn't think much of it until she heard it again and realised someone was attempting to get in. Sitting up straight, she got out of bed and put on a robe to cover her bra and panties she wore as it has been warm lately. She grabbed a flashlight as she headed for her door, opening it quietly and peaking her head out to listen. The sound wasn't coming from the usual place where people break in, it was coming from up the hall near the bar. Saphira turned back to grab her phone before leaving the room and slowly making her way down the hall, surprised none of the animatronics were there. She wondered if they actually slept like her, maybe they did and they just don't need much, she'll ask them that some other time. Saphira was hoping whoever was trying to break wasn't after the alcohol as she didn't think Mike could replace it all. She jumped when she heard a loud break of glass and skipped quickly to the corner to peak around, spotting three figures who were climbing in through the window. They were whispering to each excitedly and Saphira's hope has jinxed this all big time.
Saphira stepped out and shone her light at them. "Stop right there!" She ordered firmly.
They look up at her in surprise. "Saphira?" The boy in the black hood pulled off his hood.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" She asked in surprise.
Sam smirked, brushing back his brown hair from his face. "What do you think we're doing?"
"Sam I've told you I'm the guard here, and if you are thinking of stealing anything in here I will ring the police," Saphira warned.
The other boys pull of their hoods. "And why would you call the cops on your dear friends?" The blonde boy asked with a smug face.
Saphira glared at him. "Because it's the right thing to do Brandon," She replied. "I will give you one chance to leave, or I'll make the phone call."
Sam smirked and shook his head. "Nope."
"What?!" Saphira gasped, her eyes widening. "You need to leave Sam! I don't care if you've ran out of booze or something, it doesn't give you the right to break and enter a place without thinking about the consequences."
"Meh, the security systems here are pathetic anyway," The last dark, brown haired boy sneered.
"You said it Jake," Brandon chuckled. "None of the cameras in this facility record."
Saphira chuckled. "No they don't," She said, pulling out her phone. "But this can."
"And I bet you don't have enough footage on that anyway," Sam said, walking over to her. "Give me that!"
Saphira held onto her phone tightly when Sam tried grabbing it from her. "What in the world has driven you to this stupidity?" Saphira asked, wincing at the slight pain from her wrist.
Sam glared at her. "That's none of your business, now give me the phone."
"No!" Saphira snapped. She gasps hearing hisses from down the hallway. "Please Sam, you have to go and I will turn a blind eye."
"Turn a blind eye now," Brandon said, grabbing a stool and prepared to break the fridges as they were locked. "We are taking all of this."
Saphira shook her head, whimpering. "Sam…please don't do this," She said to him with pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry," He replied softly, grabbing her arm. "But you've left us no choice."
Saphira gasped when Sam grip tightened as he pulled her forcefully and slams her into stools that were neatly stacked to the side. She cried in pain, feeling extremely dizzy from where her head hit and knew her nose was bleeding. She still had her phone in her hand but dropped the flashlight.
"Stubborn girl," Sam growled, walking over to her. "Give me your phone!"
"No," She said firmly. "You're no longer welcome to my party."
Sam stopped in surprise. "But…you always invite me."
"Normally, but a friend never throws their friends into stools do they?!" Saphira sneered angrily. "Now please leave!"
"Sorry," Sam said, turning to see the expressions of his friends.
Brandon had the stool in his hands, raised and poised to strike the fridge, but he was frozen and staring at something in the hallway. His face was full of fear and he was trembling. Jake was similar, he was staring down the hallway with fear in his eyes.
"What on earth are you looking at?" Sam asked, frowning.
Oh no! Please don't kill them!
Saphira tried sitting up, but hissed at the pain she felt. "Run!" She whispered loudly.
Sam glanced at her then down the hallway. He gasped loudly at what he saw. The flashlight on the ground was dropped in a position facing down the hallway.
"Guys, leave the drinks," He said as slowly and as calmly as possible. "Head to the window."
"You boys are not going anywhere." Saphira heard Springtrap's low, threatening voice. "You hurt your friend, and you call yourself hers. How despicable!"
"Th-Th-He's talking!" Brandon gasped, dropping the stool in shock. "How is that possible?"
Sam glanced at Saphira. "Did you know about this?" He asked her quickly.
Saphira was still struggling to sit up and keep her eyes open. She guessed she had a concussion. She glanced at him, but didn't focus on him and pretended not to hear him.
"Saphira…" Sam tried again, walking closer when he was stopped.
Springtrap's hand grabbed his arm harshly. "You will not get any closer to her," He hissed. "You want to leave? Come me."
"Springtrap," Saphira whispered loudly, groaning in pain. "Don't."
Springtrap glanced at her before pulling Sam with him as he walked. Sam began trying to talk his way out of whatever fate he has before him.
"Hey bring our friend back!" Jake yelled, wanting to run after him but was frozen because of the other animatronics. "Move out of the way bastards!"
Brandon was crawling behind the bench, trying to make his way to the window. He didn't care about what would happen to his friends now.
"You broke into the Horror Attraction kids," Bonnie said coldly, walking forward. "You need to pay for your actions for not only that, but hurting our friend."
"Y-Your friend?!" Jake gasped, looking at Saphira in surprise. "You're with them? The monsters?!"
"Shut your mouth!" Bonnie snapped, punching him in the jaw breaking it on impact. "You don't speak to her anymore."
Jake, who was nursing his jaw, yelped when Bonnie picked him up and put him on his shoulder before walking away. Saphira glanced around and rolled over, trying to crawl herself. She was pleased the animatronics weren't doing it in front of her this time, but it hurts her to know her friends were going to be food.
"Come out from behind that desk fool!" Nightmare Foxy hissed, running forward and stood in front of the window.
Foxy, Nightmare and Golden Freddy surrounded the bar as Brandon whimpered and stood up with sweat pouring down his face and his body shaking like a leaf. Saphira jumped when Toy Bonnie knelt by her.
"How badly are you hurt?" He asked softly
Saphira looked at him. "Bad," She replied quietly. "I think I have a concussion."
Toy Bonnie groaned, ignoring the animatronics behind him who grabbed Brandon who began screaming and struggling violently.
"Aren't you hungry?" Saphira asked, glancing at the doorway briefly.
"Yes, but you need to be looked after," He replied, gathering her in his arms and lifting her bridal style. "I'll get you to your room."
"Thanks," Saphira mumbled.
She saw Toy Bonnie was the only one here as he carried her to her bed. She felt so glad, but tensed and covered her ears when she heard the pierce, blood curdling screaming.
"Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!" Saphira pleaded.
Toy Bonnie sighed and left her to join the others.
Saphira got out of the bed to get to the ensuite to tend to her injuries. Turning on the light and walking to the vanity, seeing she was correct about her nose bleed. She cleaned it up first before checking the injury on her head. It wasn't serious, but it will take a bit to heal. Saphira cleaned it too and applied antiseptic to it, which hurt. No broken bones, just some more bruises and horrid memories. She leaned against the vanity and looked at the mirror, staring at herself in disbelief and shock feeling anger boiling inside. She wouldn't have cared if those three teens weren't people she knew, but she did and now they will not get a grave. Saphira became more tense over time and couldn't hold it anymore. She cried out in rage and punched the mirror several times with her left hand before breathing deeply and feeling her tears on her cheek. They quickly faded when she realised she had glass in her hand now.
"Great," She groaned, pulling out the first aid kit and some tweezers.
She placed some paper towel under her hand while she worked on removing the glass in her hand. Saphira glanced at the window wondering how she would explain this to Mike when he returns. Some alibi she would have to come up with. The door opened suddenly but Saphira ignored whoever came inside.
"Saphira," Springtrap's worried voice said. "Are you okay?" Saphira doesn't respond but hears him approach the bathroom. "What did you do to yourself?"
She glanced at him. "I had an argument with the mirror."
"And you've injured yourself," He sighed, walking into the bathroom.
"It's not that bad," Saphira said, checking her wounds before grabbing some bandages. "It's just a little blood."
"I thought it bothers you," Springtrap said softly.
"I cope with my own," She said quickly wrapping her hand.
Springtrap sighed. "At least you're okay."
Saphira glared at him. "No, I am not okay!"
"Saphira…"
"No, you killed and ate my friends!" Saphira interrupted. "I understand you were angry Sam when he threw me into those stools giving me a concussion, but that didn't give you the right to kill him. I may have been too late in calling the police and that is my mistake, I wouldn't have let them take the drinks anyway."
"I-I thought…" Springtrap began sadly, stepping back. "You didn't appreciate us protecting you?"
Saphira clenched her eyes shut. "Protecting me is different," She replied softly. "Yes I did appreciate it, but there is a fine line of going too far like tonight. If they were strangers to me, that would be different."
"No it isn't different!" The animatronic snapped. "He knew you were going to be here and he still came anyway. Your friend would have stolen those drinks, taken your phone and…maybe hurt you even further. It is not different if they play as your friends but don't fall through when it comes to the right thing to do!"
Saphira stared at him in surprise. She knew he was right and looked down, feeling tears in her eyes again. It still didn't change the pain of the loss of her friends.
"And I am sorry you lost them this way," Springtrap continued gently, walking over. "I did tell you to leave, but you didn't."
Saphira looked at him. "Yes you did," She said. She sighed, stood up and lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him. "I just…I'm sorry."
Springtrap was surprised she hugged him, but returned the hug to try calm her down. "It's okay, it is done now," He said gently to her. "Cry it all out and I'll help you to bed."
"I have one question," Saphira said suddenly. "Do you guys sleep at all?"
The animatronic laughed loudly. Saphira had an amazing way of finding jokes even when she was upset, not always though. He decided he would answer that another time. Springtrap helped her to bed after thirty minutes and couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he was there first.