I'm sorry for the delay, but I was wondering whether I should post this now or this Friday. I figured that I could post it now. If you continue reading this, you'll see why, but I need to first answer a few questions.
Legomasterlord: Why does this read like something I'd see on Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged? Awesome show though! X3
Guest (6.3.): Please, be respectful, because your last response reads more like an angry rant. First of all, concerning the story of the games, it is implied that the ones we have played (FNaF-UCN) are not the same games the indie game developer had made. The games may be similar, but they are not the same. Next, it was made obvious by Tape Girl that Fazbear Entertainment secretly hired the indie game developer to make a bunch of games based on the rumors of Freddy's, only to make an announcement that he was destroying their reputation and that they would make their own game (known as FNaF VR: Help Wanted). Easy as that. Next, Scott IS trustworthy. Sure, he did troll us a few times, but he was also serious when it came to debunking stuff (like the Miketrap theory). Saying that Scott ''is just being cryptic'' is not a valid argument. As for Fazbear Entertainment, it has been hinted that they might know more than they are showing, but that remains to be seen. Once again, please, check the facts before you make a case and if you have more questions, you can post those on the FNaF Reddit.
Dinosaur: Yeah, we're going to see the Afton Family soon. Also, the kid does know their name, but wants Springtrap to figure it out on his own.
SalvagedFan: Same here, but I don't have any classes, so it doesn't make any difference to me. Not sure what to suggest for you to write, though, as the best thing is to write what you're the most comfortable with. Also, I was wondering, I cannot find your name anymore on my friend list on FNaF AR? Any idea what's up with that? Maybe you could send me your friend code?
KillCode311: Thanks, I got your animatronics, but they attacked while I was checking something in my shop, so I didn't fend them off at all. I'm currently a busy with real life, but I'm planning on returning to the game as soon as possible.
Okay, so the reason why this chapter got delayed is because I ended up suffering from another burnout and, while I wanted to continue writing, I ran into a wall and couldn't write anything anymore. That is, until I decided to rework the chapter as I had introduced an issue in this chapter which I wanted to expand on. So, instead of one chapter, it ended up being one chapter split into two. Also, there won't be a new chapter this Friday since I really need to rest a bit and clear my head.
If anything, I had gotten the book Five Nights at Freddy's: Fazbear Frights #2: Fetch delivered today and I'm planning on reading it.
Also, the Shamrock Freddy event (St. Patrick's Day event) is still going on and I'm working on getting the Shamrock Freddy icon (you can get the icon after opening the gift box/pot 20 times).
I hope you guys will enjoy the chapter and stay safe!
Night 11
The Demon Inside Me
''One day something changed in me, for some reason I felt like God. Didn't care how much trouble I brought: 'This children could revive the machines.' I can't believe this… I did that! I am a demon, God is not here! Only the flame will rest us… The history will be forgotten! Forever!''
– Salvage Dreams by MiaRissyTV ft. Cheshire
xXxXxXx
Springtrap was lying on the couch, still reading Harry Potter & The Order of Phoenix, having realized that it would take him a while to finish the book as it was the longest of all seven books Sam had given to him. Nevertheless, he found it interesting, even more when the students at Hogwarts started a literal rebellion against Umbridge. He chuckled to himself, just enjoying the book and the quiet night.
Speaking of a quiet night… He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning back against the couch. I don't even remember when the last time was when I wasn't worried that much about something. He frowned. Although, nothing is for certain, isn't it?
As he opened his eyes, instead of seeing the book, he only saw static. Stunned and annoyed, he quickly got up. He hoped that this wouldn't happen, that for once, he would be left alone, but it seems that someone wanted to ruin his night. He crossed his arms as his vision cleared, finding himself back at Fredbear's Family Diner as his human self. While he knew that he'd be visited, he didn't expect it to happen so soon. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
You know that overthinking things won't lead you anywhere. You only need to listen to them, that's all. Whatever happens, you know exactly what you're doing and why. Don't falter, things will work out.
After taking another deep breath, he looked around, noticing that he was still alone at this place. Instead of waiting for something to happen, he started to walk around, entering the hallways next to the main area, as well as looking into rooms. There wasn't anyone, but it didn't seem as if the place was completely silent. As he stood quietly in the hallway, he suddenly heard steps coming from the main area.
''Hello?'' he called out, walking towards the source of the noise. ''Is anyone there? Henry?''
He had suddenly heard a thud, followed by a loud cry coming from the main area. Realizing that this wasn't Henry, he hurried down the hallway. He knew that, aside from Henry and Sam, there had also been another person who had entered this place before.
''Sammy?''
William entered the main area, scanning the room. He had spotted a small figure near the entrance, almost hidden in the shadows. He noticed that this figure, a young boy wearing a black and white stripped T-shirt, was on the verge of crying. He took another step towards the boy.
''Sammy…''
Sammy Afton simply froze, his eyes wide as he stared at his father. William saw the fear in his eyes, feeling crestfallen as he realized that his son was afraid of him. He may have wanted to confront his father, but he still feared that William would go back to his abusive and neglectful behavior Sammy was all too familiar with. William felt a sting of guilt, hating to see Sammy like this, as he wasn't angry at his son nor did he want to hurt him. In fact, he was glad to see him, but the boy looked terrified of William.
''Sammy, I…'' William trailed off when he saw Sammy shaking his head.
''No…'' he whispered, tears flowing down his cheeks, and quickly turned towards the entrance.
''Sammy, wait!'' William ran towards his son, only for Sammy to slam the door behind him. Once William reached for the door knob, he realized that it was locked. He punched the wall in frustration. ''Damnit!''
William leaned over, his head lowered. He felt desperate, as all he wanted was to talk to Sammy, and somehow, he managed to mess that up. What was worse was the fact that he couldn't escape this building until whoever invited him here let him leave.
''It's not exactly what you had hoped for. Nevertheless, such response should've been expected.''
William frowned and turned around, noticing his old partner staring at him.
''I am not in the mood to deal with you today, Henry,'' William told him.
''Trust me, I don't want to talk to you either, but I don't have much of a choice,'' Henry replied in a stern tone. William snorted, giving Henry a look that was a mix of amusement, despair and anger.
''Oh, really? Well, I'm sorry about that,'' he replied sarcastically. ''How rude of me for forcing you to be here, then. I didn't mean to waste your time.''
Henry frowned, noticing the dark and acidic tone in William's voice. He was aware of what was going through William's head, but he still decided to confront him. After all, when did William show him any pity or gave him a break? Not to mention, there was something important both of them needed to discuss.
''William, are you even aware of why I am here?'' Henry asked him.
''I know. You are afraid that I might once again go back to my old ways now that Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is open,'' William replied in a calmly, only for his tone to become threatening. ''We have talked about this already, Henry, and I can assure you that nothing has changed.''
''You're wrong,'' Henry replied. ''I can see that something has changed.''
William stared at his old partner, his hand clenched into a fist. He felt uneasy and there was also rage building up inside him, ready to burst at any moment given. Despite his attempts at trying to calm himself down and thinking through all of this rationally, his mental and emotional state was still a complete mess, with him being unable to decide whether he wanted to hear Henry out or just punch him in the face. However, he had to admit that Henry was right.
Focus, William. He took a deep breath. Calm down. The past few days have been quite chaotic. You cannot afford to lose yourself now. He then glanced at Henry, giving him a cold look.
''I understand what you want to tell me, but it doesn't help that you decided to make an appearance at the wrong moment,'' William replied. ''I already have enough to deal with even without you being here.''
''I know, but let me ask you something,'' Henry said, with William noting the calm, but stern tone in Henry's voice. ''What are you planning to do now?''
''Really? That's what you want to know?'' William said dryly. ''I'm surprised that you aren't yelling at me.''
''I would love to do that, but it is obvious that you wouldn't listen to me either way, or at least not take me serious regardless of what I do or say,'' Henry replied.
''Then, why are you here?'' William asked. Henry sighed, with William realizing that his old partner was getting quite irritated by his responses.
''It's because I care enough to keep on with these visits, despite the disappointments I'm constantly experiencing,'' Henry replied, with William narrowing his eyes. ''I am just as responsible for what is going on as you are, and I won't be able to rest as long as I know that you're still here, once again involved in the horrors that should've been forgotten and buried forever.''
''Then you will never be able to rest,'' William replied in an icy tone, walking past Henry, who gave him a stern look. ''You know, somehow, I always keep coming back, meaning that you will have to continue living even beyond the grave in perpetual worry and fear. I assume that the only thing that would actually stop me forever would be for my own soul to become annihilated, but who knows whether that's even possible.'' He then lowered his head, his back turned towards Henry. ''There's no doubt that that's what all of of you would've done if you had the chance. It's not enough that I'm dead and trapped inside my own creation. At this point, there is a silent agreement by everyone I had influenced in some way that I don't deserve to even exist, right?''
Henry didn't answer. It felt as if William was talking nonsense, but considering what his old partner went through, especially in the past weeks, it wasn't that surprising that he might display some level of self-hatred. However, Henry wasn't completely sure how to respond to this. It just sounded so… childish. Still, he had to admit that at some point, he wished that he had never met William, considering how the latter was the root of this disaster. He was sure that, if he hadn't met him, his life would've turned out differently. The same could be said for all of William's victims and his own family.
''Trust me, we both have regrets,'' William said suddenly, breaking the silence, with Henry giving him a doubtful look. ''However, I believe that you do remember what happened last time when you got yourself consumed by grief. Do you want the same to happen again?''
Henry sighed, feeling all of his patience being drained out of him. He was in no mood to deal with William's antics, just as much as William wasn't in the mood to talk to him. One would think that they would actually agree on parting ways, but Henry knew that he needed to stay, at least for a while longer. There were some things that he needed to know about, some questions that needed to be answered. As much as he wanted to leave, he simply couldn't.
''You know, I also remember staying ignorant of what kind of monster you had turned into,'' Henry replied, crossing his arms. ''I'm certainly not going to make the same mistake again.''
''Fair enough,'' William replied calmly, much to Henry's surprise, as he expected the latter to protest or come up with some kind of excuse as usual. ''I don't think that that would change anything, though.''
He noticed Henry glaring at him, but at this point, he didn't care anymore. Sammy's appearance had thrown him off and in his thoughts, he was still trying to get this situation sorted out. Rest assured, he didn't have all the answers, and he didn't feel anymore that it was necessary to know every detail, but he still had a good idea of what he was going to do.
''As for your question, there are several things I'd like to do,'' William added, turning to Henry, who glared at him. ''I am going to stay with Sam and help her out. As you know, she is now an employee at Freddy's, and even if she weren't, I had already promised her to give her lessons about handling animatronics.''
''How am I supposed to trust you with that?'' Henry asked. ''After all, you turned our creations into killer machines. Why should I believe that you wouldn't do the same again, especially since there's a new establishment?''
''Isn't it obvious, Henry?'' William asked, now a little frustrated. ''Why should I do that if I have no intention of killing anyone?''
''William, I simply cannot trust you,'' Henry told him. ''You have a long history of manipulation and lies. Nothing can change that and I'm certainly not taking any chances.''
''Of course you wouldn't,'' William muttered, with Henry giving him a cold look. William sighed, continuing in a quiet tone, ''Aside from that, I also got the opportunity to see my family again, and all I want is to talk to them.''
''It doesn't appear as if that is going to be enough,'' Henry remarked, with William shaking his head.
''I don't expect anything from them,'' he replied. ''After all, what I've done is unforgivable. Why should I even hope for any forgiveness?''
''Then, what do you hope for?'' Henry asked. William just stared at him, giving him a blank look which made him feel rather unnerved.
''Aside from that, I still have to deal with Connor,'' William carried on, as if nothing had happened. He frowned. ''I don't believe that he's gone for good. Nevertheless, I know what I'm going to do in case I run into him again.''
''What is going to happen afterwards?'' Henry asked him. William fell silent, clenching his fist. Henry's eyes narrowed, expecting him to act aggressive again. However, to his surprise, William remained calm.
''Nothing,'' he replied, leaving Henry confused.
''William, what are you-''
''Say, how do you enter and leave this place?'' William cut him off, completely ignoring the stunned look Henry gave him due to the sudden change of topic. ''I know that you need to be dead and get invited in some way to be here, but I've have never really figured out the specifics.''
Henry just shook his head.
''The reason why you're unable to go anywhere is because you're trapped inside that animatronic suit,'' he replied. ''I thought that you would've figured that out already, considering how you called yourself a genius.''
William snorted.
''I have already assumed that my current condition was the reason why I was unable to do anything,'' he replied. ''As you had said, I am a genius. However, I do need some time to figure things out.''
''That's what I'm afraid of the most,'' Henry said in a quiet tone. ''You're searching for ways to break the system and in that process, you're causing everyone, and yourself, unimaginable suffering.''
''Isn't that why we're here, Henry? Life doesn't exist without suffering and, as it seems, experiencing death doesn't mean that the suffering is going to stop,'' William replied, briefly glancing at Henry as he turned towards the main entrance. ''However, as you have stated, I brought it upon myself. So, why should that matter?''
''It matters because you're hurting innocent people,'' Henry told him angrily.
However, his anger was replaced by a feeling of uneasiness as he saw William's expression. He was giving him a cold and calculating look, his dark eyes being blank and dead. There was something about the way he observed Henry, something predatory, as if he knew something that Henry didn't. It felt as if he was the one in control of this situation.
Henry felt a pit in his stomach. He knew that something had changed during this conversation and he feared that William may have snapped once again. However, instead of being aggressive, he was unnervingly calm. Had he been smiling, Henry would've thought that William was making plans for murdering his next victim. This was the kind of reaction Henry had feared to see, but it also had confirmed what he had assumed.
No matter what you say, I know what kind of monster hides behind that mask.
''I believe that this conversation is over,'' William said, his hand on the door knob. Henry clenched his fist, wanting to protest, but at this point, he knew that he couldn't do much. It was incredibly frustrating to know that there was no way to stop this monster.
''End communication.''
xXx
Sam couldn't breathe. Everything around her was dark and she was unable to move. She tried to scream, but it felt as if someone was crushing her head. She attempted to open her eyes, but something had been pressing down on her head, pinning her to her bed. Then, she heard what sounded like a cry of agony.
She gasped and opened her eyes, but she still couldn't move. She felt completely paralyzed, with fear surging through her body. She wanted to get up and run from whatever was causing her this, but there was nothing she could do. She was completely helpless, aware that someone was watching her. Those eyes that were glowing in the dark were haunting her, and she knew that they would never leave her alone. There was a monster hiding there, in the closet, under the bed, in the dark hallways; stalking her and preying upon her.
She couldn't let that happen. Even though the fear and horror overwhelmed her, there was still something in her mind, a lucid voice that was telling her that this was all just a nightmare and that she needed to wake up from it before it consumed her.
This is not real… She closed her eyes, trying to fight back the fear she felt. This is sleep paralysis, it'll stop. I need to move.
However, despite being aware of what was going on, the terror she felt slowly consumed her. She knew that something was wrong, as this wasn't normal. She didn't understand why she was feeling like this, though.
''No…''
Sam opened her eyes again as she heard someone gasping and managed to sit up on her bed. She was taking deep breaths, feeling tears flowing down her cheeks. She wiped them away.
Why am I crying?
Panic and terror filled her, and she felt her heart racing. She got up and looked around her room, shaking in fear, even though there was nothing that was chasing her or posing a threat to her.
What is going on? What is happening to me?!
Without thinking, she went to the door and hurried down the corridor, opening the door that led into Springtrap's room. However, her vision suddenly blurred as she saw splatters of black and red, with a towering figure looming in the corner of the room, the only thing visible being the rows of sharp teeth and the figure's glowing red eyes. She gasped, breaking down as she fell on her knees, her eyes closed and her hands pressed against her ears.
''Everything will be over soon…''
Sam almost screamed when she felt someone grabbing her, only to look up and see Springtrap crouching next to her and staring at her with a look of concern on his expression.
''Sam, what's wrong?'' he asked. All Springtrap knew was that Sam had suddenly entered his room and then gave him a frightened look, seemingly unable to recognize him. Not to mention, she was also crying and she was a complete mess overall. ''What happened?''
''I don't know,'' Sam replied, trying to wipe her tears. ''I couldn't move, and I think that someone was watching me.''
''What?'' Springtrap stared at her, stunned. Sam wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath.
''It was just a nightmare, although, it did feel as if I was slowly losing my mind,'' she added, leaning against Springtrap for comfort. ''I mean, I think I was starting to hallucinate stuff. It was pretty scary.''
''It'll be okay,'' Springtrap told her as he hugged her. ''You're safe here, don't worry.''
Sam nodded, calming down a little and feeling completely exhausted. However, every time she closed her eyes, she still saw that demonic figure staring back at her. She felt a pit in her stomach as she realized who that demonic figure actually was and shuddered.
''Sam?''
Sam glanced at Springtrap, noticing his eyes glowing in a faint purple, with a worried look on his expression. She shook her head and just leaned against his chest, looking rather uncomfortable and upset. Springtrap had a bad feeling about this. Despite trying to help her, he felt a anxious. He wanted to say something to comfort her, but after seeing her expression, he didn't. Something told him that whatever he told her, it wouldn't help her at all.
This feels wrong…
xXx
Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She then knocked on the door, waiting nervously for a response. After all, one of the employees told her that the manager was at the office, even though he was visibly confused about why Sam wanted to speak to Kylie. She didn't tell him anything, but walked right past him towards the office.
This'll be a long day, Sam thought.
In her mind, she was still lying on her bed in her room, completely paralyzed. It was a rather scary experience and even after she came back to her senses, she couldn't shake off the feeling that things haven't returned to normal yet. It didn't help that she saw once again a demonic version of Springtrap just as he glanced at her while leaving her room. It freaked her out, but she managed to calm down after telling herself that it was just a hallucination, one she probably had due to being exhausted and having nightmares. However, it didn't help that Springtrap gave her this strange look, as if he seemed to be aware of what was wrong.
''Come in!''
Sam sighed and opened the door, noticing Kylie looking up and giving her a look of surprise. Sam was aware that her boss didn't expect her to be here, especially since she sent Kylie a report via e-mail this morning. Nevertheless, Sam felt that she needed to also make a report in person.
''Oh, hello,'' Kylie greeted her. ''Is there anything you need?''
''I-'' Sam was aware that this was probably a stupid idea, but she was determined to go through with it. ''I-I hope you got my report.''
''Yes, I did, and I have read it and gave you an answer,'' Kylie said, giving Sam a questioning look. ''Is something wrong? Do you want to quit?''
''N-No…'' Sam muttered, with Kylie giving her a curious look.
''You know, I'll understand if you're uncomfortable with watching over the animatronics during the night,'' Kylie told her. ''It can get rather scary…''
''No,'' Sam replied, this time in a more determined tone. ''Honestly, I'm fine with the work I've been given and I want to continue with it. I really don't mind being around animatronics, either.''
''Well, I'm not surprised about that,'' Kylie replied. ''You have no trouble being around your animatronic bunny companion, but I assume that it was quite a shock when you met him for the first time.''
''It kind of was,'' Sam said, remembering her and Springtrap's first encounter. ''Speaking of which, I am a bit confused that you didn't really question his appearance.''
''To be honest, it was a bit surprising to meet him, but something I have learned while being here is that I should be prepared for any weirdness that might occur,'' Kylie replied casually. She then smiled, continuing in a pleasant tone, ''Of course, unless there's something important you'd want to tell me about your animatronic friend. I'd be interested to learn more, especially given his curious origins.''
''N-No, there's nothing to say about him,'' Sam replied, a little flustered, then lowered her head. ''I-I just wanted to apologize again for what had happened. I honestly didn't mean to cause any trouble.''
''Don't worry about that,'' Kylie replied, with Sam giving her a nervous look. ''I'm just glad that I have someone to keep an eye on the animatronics, especially considering how I couldn't find anyone else who was willing to take the job.''
''As I said, I don't mind being here at night,'' Sam told her in a confident tone. ''I'll try to figure out what's wrong with the animatronics.''
Kylie stared at Sam with a curious look on her expression, with Sam wondering what was going through her head. After a moment of silence, Kylie nodded.
''I will send you the instructions for tonight to your e-mail,'' she said. ''Also, you don't have to come here and make reports in person. Sending me a simple message is enough.''
''Okay,'' Sam replied, turning towards the door and opening it, then turned briefly back to Kylie. ''Thank you.''
She then left, closing the door behind her. Rest assured, Kylie had noticed the look of relief on Sam's expression. While she knew that hiring Sam out of the blue was a rash decisions, especially given the circumstances, she felt that she should at least give her a chance. After all, the situation was quite unusual, but considering that Sam entered the place willingly, she decided to see how this would play out. Not to mention, if something went wrong, she knew exactly who'd be to blame, as she made sure she had herself covered.
I do wonder how this will turn out… It's still too early for any conclusions, though…
xXx
Springtrap observed Sam sighing and rubbing her temple. She seemed to have a headache and was silent for most of the day. Even Emma was wondering what was wrong, with Springtrap having to explain her that Sam ended up in a state of sleep paralysis and went over to him for help once she had managed to move again.
''You should've come to me,'' Emma said.
''I didn't really want to wake you up,'' Sam replied. ''Besides, Springtrap is always awake. Not to mention, I didn't really think that it was a big issue.''
''I wouldn't be so sure,'' Emma told her, exchanging glances with Springtrap. While she was worried, she seemed to have accepted the explanation and didn't pursue the matter. Nevertheless, while the sleep paralysis was an obvious issue, Springtrap knew that there was a lot more behind it.
''Sam, are you okay?'' he asked her. Sam gave him a strange look, staring at him, looking a bit fearful, but then smiled tiredly.
''More or less,'' she replied, glancing back at her laptop.
Springtrap's ears lowered, with him feeling bad for her. While Sam didn't talk about it, he had figured that, considering the look she gave him and how she felt that someone was observing her, that something had happened and that she may have been suffering from hallucinations. He didn't ask her about it, but he knew that he'd have to bring up that topic eventually.
''You know that, if there's anything troubling you, you can talk to me about it,'' he told her.
Sam glanced back at him, smiling, but her smile soon faded. Her vision blurred briefly and instead of seeing the fluffy bunny animatronic who'd comfort her whenever she was upset, she saw a more demonic version of her friend.
This Springtrap had a tattered suit with splotches of dark dry blood covering it and half of his right ear being ripped. Sam could also see the organs and flesh interwoven with the endoskeleton. He also had sharp teeth, with a streak of blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth and he also had sharp claws. His eyes were pale, almost white, but would at times glow in a bright red. He would twitch at times, as if glitching, and whenever he opened his mouth, she saw a mummified head hiding behind the mask, with the head giving her a look of horror, his mouth wide and frozen in the middle of a silent scream.
As he reached for her, Sam recoiled a little, staring at the clawed hand, the fingertips being covered in blood that hasn't dried yet. She tried to ignore it, forcing herself to smile. She knew that this was just a hallucination, but if it were anyone else, they would scream their head off and try to run away as far as possible, or at least try to find a way to set this monstrosity on fire. The hallucination didn't last long, with Springtrap quickly withdrawing and giving her a worried look.
''We can talk about this at Freddy's,'' she told him calmly, focusing back on the story she was reading on her laptop.
Springtrap wanted to say something, but didn't. He felt crestfallen, wondering what exactly Sam had seen. He wanted to help her, but he knew that his very presence probably made the situation even worse.
xXx
''Hello, hello? Honestly, I am quite glad that you had decided to return for another night. I know that this is what we had agreed to, but I was used to the fact that people dislike the idea of working with the animatronics while they're alone. Nevertheless, I am a little torn between hoping that it would be another calm night and having something happen. After all, you said that you would figure out what was wrong with the animatronics, but the best outcome would be having them do nothing while you're here. Whatever happens, I wish you luck and I hope to hear from you tomorrow. Goodbye!''
''Sounds like things have gotten a bit better between you and Anthelm,'' Springtrap muttered as he and Sam listened to Kylie's message. Sam nodded, glancing at him and giving him a nervous look, only to force a smile.
''Yeah, I'm glad about it,'' she said absent-mindedly. Springtrap shook his head.
''Sam, what's going on?'' he asked her. ''I know that you're having some kind of hallucination. You're trying to hide it, but you look rather freaked out.''
''You're right about the hallucination part and honestly, I'd probably would've ran away screaming if it weren't for the fact that I decided to ignore the hallucination,'' Sam replied, leaning against the seat, with Springtrap sitting across her.
''So, what kind of hallucination was it?'' he asked her curiously.
''It was you, or rather, a nightmarish version of you,'' Sam replied. ''Every time I'd look at you, you'd suddenly turn into some kind of demonic animatronic, talking to me in a deep, dark and raspy tone. You looked kind of similar to the Nightmare Animatronics if they had a still rotting corpse inside them and were covered in blood.''
''That's quite a disturbing sight,'' Springtrap muttered, his ears lowered. ''I'm sorry that you had to experience that.''
''Don't worry, I'm managing it,'' Sam replied. ''I mean, it's not like it's your fault that I'm having hallucinations.''
''No, it is my fault,'' Springtrap told her. ''You see, Henry and Sammy payed me a visit last night. However, Sammy left before I even had the chance to talk to him.''
''So, you want to say that he was the one who caused me to have those hallucinations?'' Sam asked.
''Probably,'' Springtrap replied. ''Although, I assume that it isn't much of a hallucination as much as it is how he sees me; as a monster or a demon, and he isn't wrong.'' He frowned, sighing. ''Not to mention, Henry also reminded me why I wasn't welcome anywhere. However, that won't to stop me from going along with what I had in mind.'' He glanced back at Sam, who had a blank look on her expression. ''We also have to figure out what to do about your hallucinations.''
''I'll be fine,'' Sam replied, only to close her eyes and shake her head, hoping that the hallucination would fade away. As she opened them, she gave him a determined look. ''Demon or not, I'm not going to let myself be consumed by a literal nightmare.''
''Even if you're confident that you can handle it, it does seem to put a mental strain on you,'' Springtrap told her in a worried tone. Sam looked down, frowning. While she obviously wanted to protest, she knew that Springtrap was right, as she still felt tired. ''Still, you aren't the only one who is trying to figure out how to handle the situation.''
He remembered the disturbed look Henry gave him just before they had parted ways. It was clear to him that Henry was afraid of what would happen if he decided to indulge in his bloodlust and the way he had behaved the last night, it was clear that, as much as he tried to show that he had changed, there would always be a part of him that was a danger to everyone else.
Nevertheless, whether I am going to go on a murder spree or not is still my decision. I am still in control of myself, even if I'm not a human anymore.
''You know, I don't think that Sammy did this intentionally,'' Sam told him, with Springtrap giving her a curious look. ''Those hallucinations, they may have just been accidentally triggered by Sammy's past trauma. If anything, if they were on purpose, wouldn't Sammy try to tell me why he had done that?''
''That is possible, but it doesn't change the fact that you're now stuck seeing me as some kind of demonic entity,'' Springtrap told her. ''The fact that you're forcing yourself to smile through that whole thing is also quite disturbing.''
''Maybe it is,'' Sam muttered, then looked back at Springtrap, with the grinning hallucination of him fading and her seeing her worried friend. ''However, I am not-''
She cut herself off when she suddenly heard a strange sound. Both she and Springtrap turned around, looking towards the prize corner, where the sound was coming from. Springtrap frowned.
''I knew I had heard something yesterday,'' he muttered.
Both he and Sam got up, going towards the prize corner where Puppet was, still hidden in the box. As they came closer, they heard the tune of the music box, realizing that it had stopped playing My Grandfather's Clock and switched over to Pop Goes The Weasel. Usually, the tune change would happen whenever someone was about to receive a prize from Puppet, meaning there was no reason for why it would switch now.
''Is it possible that the music box is broken?'' Sam muttered, exchanging glances with Springtrap.
Suddenly, the music stopped, with My Grandfather's Clock playing again. The two waited for a bit, only for the music suddenly change again to Pop Goes The Weasel. This time, the switch happened much faster and more aggressive, as if someone was deliberately changing the music.
Then, the music stopped, the music box having winded down, with Sam and Springtrap anxiously anticipating what would happen next. Both stared when Puppet suddenly sprung out of the box, bouncing thanks to the strings that held her tied to the metal plates above her and giving both of them a wide, cheerful smile. However, rather than enjoying the little show, both Sam and Springtrap felt unnerved, with Springtrap staring at Puppet, then glancing back at the animatronics on the stage.
What is going on?
