AN: I rly went and forgot to upload this soooo 2 for 1!
All was quiet and still in the derelict pizzeria. It had been like this for some time. How much time? The rabbit couldn't say as the days and nights blurred together. The silence frustrated him. He'd even take the irritating racket of children playing over it. The animatronics must have either been terminated or taken away for he didn't even hear their trudging. And he didn't see any spirits anymore. He was truly alone.
He slept mostly nowadays as there was little else. His dreams were a confusing amalgamation of scraps of memories, both of the man and the machine. Sometimes they overlaid in bloody visions in which he felt a twinge of pride. But other than that, it was hell. This must have been the hell he had earned himself; alone with nothing but fragmented memories as company.
On that day, he dozed, not enough to dream and barely enough to rest. His ears twitched, rousing him from his rest. There was sound in the distance he could hear through the rundown walls. Footsteps, conversation, cheering? He let his eyes crack open. Someone was in the restaurant...no, many people. What for?
They were walking through, talking loud and excitedly. Who would be excited about an abandoned building? Yet, he waited, holding his metaphorical breath.
They stopped outside the wall. "You say you think something is behind here?" someone asked.
"Pretty sure! And if not, it's not like anyone would care if we busted up this place some more!"
There was a moment of silence before the wall crashed inward with a bang and an explosion of dust. Another crash came, widening the hole until it made a nice opening. Through the hole walked a short, chubby man wearing a gaudy patterned shirt and a mask over his mouth. If he wasn't so desperate for rescue, the rabbit would have internally scoffed at the attire.
A couple other people followed inside, one carrying a large sledgehammer and the other carrying a heavy flashlight. The latter clicked her flashlight on and shone it on the other side of the room, "Oh sick, vintage arcade machines! These will make great display pieces!"
The man in the gaudy shirt nodded, shining his own flashlight alone the room until he fell upon the rabbit. He stared at him for a moment then grinned, "Hey guys, check this out."
The rabbit could feel the other two's eyes upon him. One gasped. The man grinned.
"Looks like we found a real one."
"Whoa, Logan! It looks totally gnarly!" the woman shone her light on him.
"Totally vintage," the lead man's, must have been Logan, eyes lit up, "I'd say a Spring Bonnie model. Might be THE Spring Bonnie in fact, which would make it the second animatronic in the franchise."
The others gasped and cheered over this, to the rabbit's pride. Logan turned to them and gestured them to go out, "Go get the dolly and the other guys, we're hauling him out! He's going to be the main attraction."
The pair hooted and high-fived before scrambling out. Logan followed them but stopped at the wall at the opposite end of the hall, leaning against it so he could eye the rabbit.
The rabbit was ecstatic, this was his ticket out of here!
The pair returned quickly with the rest of their group, another three people, and the dolly. Another man broke off from the trio, walking with the pair beside the rabbit. Logan followed them, watching as they lifted the rabbit onto the dolly. One of the man winced and remarked, "Christ, he weighs like three hundred pounds and smells like death. I can only imagine what it's like without the respirator on."
Logan waved him off dismissively, "I'll see if I can find someone to give him a look over before Fazbear's Frights opens up. Not too much! We gotta keep the gnarly look to him."
"Oh totally, he totally looks the part," the man replied, "Say, what are we going to call him though? I mean I guess Spring Bonnie works fine."
"Nope, nah. Too tame, too kiddie," Logan grinned, "I thought up a name. He's a springlock suit so Springtrap."
The others nodded in agreement and Springtrap found he liked the name just fine. Ironic because what had happened? Perhaps but that was the beauty of it.
And it sounded like he was being put in a horror attraction of some sort—or rather, he'd be the horror attraction? He liked that just fine too. Would he be trapped in a building again? Perhaps but the people that would be in there with him?
People to hunt, to scratch that itch that plagued him. An itch that demanded he skulk in the shadows, to stalk and kill.
Yes, this suited Springtrap just fine.