A.N: Just a disclaimer for those who read this on Ao3, Wattpad, and Fanfiction. For those who haven't read the original Springtrap and Deliah comic on DeviantArt, you should. It is by AberrantPaint, so no, this is not my original concept, far from it. As the title suggests, this is my retelling of the story to fit my comic headcanon. No, this will not be a point for point retelling for those who have read the fan comic. There are several changes to the story, especially for how I will be portraying Springtrap and Deliah's relationship. It was one of the many things that irked me in the original, and that was the portrayal of the serial killer. So, as such, I will be changing many things, such as how Deliah changes as a person being around him and what Springtrap's true goal is. Without further or do let's get into this chapter. As always, leave your thoughts and opinions in the comments.
Harry Hurst. He was your typical 'go with the flow' type of person. He's that dude at parties who you'd see sitting and chatting with friends he brought along with him, all the while going with the flow of what said friends are doing, so long as it wasn't something inappropriate. He would stick out for his friends and help them out if they needed help. But there was more to Harry than meets the eye.
Now, saying that Harry was a 'model' student was an overstatement. He didn't really care much about his grades or how people viewed him. The best grade he got was a B in physical education. Despite being the type of person who would stay indoors, he was athletic to some degree, often able to sprint faster than most people in his class, minus a select few, who were considered 'school jocks.'
Harry was a few months older than his friend, Deliah Edwards. They've known each other for over 3 years, and he was well aware of Deliah's small crush on him. He couldn't hide behind the fact that he sorta had a crush on her as well. But… something was different about her as of late. She was rather restless over the past few days, and he wanted to know what was going on. But when he asked, Deliah just said something about homework and how she had been behind for the past few days.
This made Harry skeptical. Deliah was not one to be late on her school work. That was his job. So it made him believe something else was up. She had been like this for over a week now, and she had been leaving her house more often at night. In fact, it had been every night since the end of last week. It made him begin to wonder where she was going. Tonight he had a plan. Tonight he was going to follow her, and he was going to figure out why his friend had been acting strange.
However, he wasn't the only one worried about her. Her father, Nick, was beginning to worry about her mental health, as she had been asking him strange questions too. Questions such as: Where do you think people go after they die? And What would happen if you were to stab someone in the neck? She asked that when she was particularly angry at one of her peers at school. But it still jarred him why she would ask such brutal yet also stupid questions?
However, Nick wasn't going to pry too much into it, unlike Harry.
Harry was watching Deliah from his bedroom window. He saw her walk out of her house, and instantly, there was something wrong; she was carrying a toolbox. Either she had hidden it under her hoodie the last time, or he just hadn't noticed it before. 'Why would she be carrying a toolbox?' Harry thought as he let out a deep sigh. He walked away from the window and grabbed his green hoodie off his bed, slipping it over his green shirt. He was wearing a pair of blue ripped jeans and reached over for his black rain boots, as it was currently raining.
He slipped the knee-high rain boots over his feet before walking out of his room. Before he walked downstairs, he felt someone tap him on his right shoulder. He turned his head around to see his brother, Matthew Hurst, otherwise known as Matt. "Hey, brat, what's up? You look like you're about to leave somewhere; where is ya goin'?" Matt said, his eyebrow arched in a questioning fashion as he folded his arms over his chest.
"Well, I was going to figure out where Deliah has been going every night to make her act so… different," Harry said as Matt sighed. "Look, bro, as much as I know you care about that darling little friend of yours, you should just leave it be. She's probably just getting rougher around the edges, 'bout the time she matured." Matt said, ruffling Harry's hair. Both Matt and Harry knew Deliah, as Matt was only 2 years older than Harry.
Nick and their mother had been friends since high school, and they dated once before they both found their respective partners. They were family friends, meaning that both Matt and Harry had a deep connection to Deliah and treated her like family. Harry scoffed before turning around. "I mean it, Harry. She's probably just trying to explore more." Matt said as Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Then explain why she left her house with a toolbox? She never showed interest in building things, which got my mind racing, which made me curious about what she's doing. I'm just concerned, that's all." Harry said as Matt sighed. Matthew was the type of brother who would torment their younger sibling, but only doing it in a non-harmful way, and most of it was just jabs at him being a worrywart. But this time, Matthew knew his brother was truly concerned about a family friend.
Sighing, he ruffled his hair again and smiled. "Fine, just be home soon, you know what happens when you out past ten," Matthew said as Harry smiled. "Thanks, bro!" Harry said as Matthew groaned. "Yeah, yeah, don't mention it." The older Hurst said as he walked back to his room. Harry needed to act fast, he didn't know how far Deliah got, and he needed to catch up to her.
Running down the stairs, he swung open the door and gently closed it behind him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Deliah turn the street corner. As the rain poured down on him, he dashed through the rain, flipping the hood over his head; he ran. He had to know what Deliah was doing with a toolbox at this time of night, and he wanted to know where she was going.
- With Deliah –
Lugging around a five-pound toolkit was not the easiest thing to do; adding to the fact it was raining, most would say this was not the best day for Deliah. She had been helping Springtrap for over a week now, and progress was great! The lower half of his body was repaired using scraps of metal they had both collected on the first two days, and he taught her how to use a wielder, so that was good. They could use some power tools, so long as they were charged, but that was only if they were.
However, if it was one thing that Deliah was iffy about, it was the fact that he smelt like dead fish. He explained that there was a corpse inside his body, and he claimed he had no idea who it was, but Deliah was getting suspicious. Of course, she believed him, but it just seemed too weird for an animatronic to be this aware of itself. She knew Fazbears was advanced for its time, but not this advanced.
"Come on, almost there and then I can-" "DELIAH!" Before she could finish her sentence, she heard the familiar voice of her across-the-street neighbour, Harry Hurst. She quickly turned around to see Harry panting in front of her. He looked like he had been running for at least five minutes. "Harry? What are you doing here?" Deliah asked as the blond-haired boy caught his breath. "I just wanted to know if you're ok. You've been acting really… strange… these past few days. I'm just getting worried about you; you're not the same Deliah I knew." Harry said as the brunette stared at him, confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Harry. I'm fine, look, I know I've been acting differently. I've just been really tired as of late. Now please, go home. I got something to do." Deliah said, forcing an innocent smile on her face as Harry sighed. "Look, Deliah. Why do you have a toolbox?" Harry said as Deliah sighed. "Class project, I have it stored somewhere. I'll show you later." Deliah said as Harry arched his eyebrow with an 'are you serious look plastered on his face. "You're not lying, are you?" Harry asked as Deliah smiled. "Scouts honour," Deliah said, pressing her fist against her chest as they both chuckled at the light joke.
"Ok, Dels, I'll see you in the morning," Harry said, walking away as Deliah let out a soft sigh. Once Harry was out of their eyesight, Deliah continued to walk to the abandoned Fazbears restaurant. She had gotten pretty far on repairing Springtrap! However, there were some issues with fixing his waist. Due to the nature of his quite bizarre existence, there were strings of rotting flesh, wires, and endoskeleton sticking out.
Deliah remembered how disgusting it smelled, but that wasn't the worst part about it. While she found Springtrap interesting, he was also rather foreboding. The way he spoke, the way he moved his body, it was all superficial. It was like he was putting on an act like he was trying to lure her into a false sense of security.
All of it made her worry internally, but she showed no signs on the outside. But that wasn't the only thing she found… strange… about the mechanical Frankenstein. He was oddly personal. He spoke about his issues, saying that the body inside him spoke to him regularly and how it disturbed him how morbid that part of him is, but he was also becoming influenced by the thing. The corpse was also an issue. Each time Deliah suggested getting it removed, he would just stare.
The stare was clearly meant to scare her, and it worked. It was soulless, empty, devoid of emotion. Like he hadn't wanted to remove it. Deliah didn't question it. What she did question was him digging into her personal life. He wanted to know about her, and while she could understand, it was creepy. Each time she would ask, she could feel as if he was smirking if his mouth could move naturally, that is.
The one time she told him about one of her bullies at school, he suggested killing her?! This caused red flags to flash in her head. However, he did say it was only a joke, but deep down, Deliah knew it wasn't and that it was a completely serious statement. Would it be wrong to say that she actually considered this?
The bully in question was a girl named Melissa Markov. She was a brat, would harass Deliah, and overall make her feel worthless. Harry would constantly stand up for her when she was around, and it annoyed her. She wanted to deal with her so badly, but the teachers and principal weren't doing a thing! It angered her! But she didn't want to take things into her own hands because she knew that if she did, things would only get worse.
She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought of the brat as she continued walking. She made it to Fazbears a minute late. She made sure no one saw her enter as she closed the door behind her. She saw Springtrap standing on Stage, inspecting the power cables that dangled from the roof. When he turned around, he saw her. He jumped down from the stage with a loud thud as he approached.
"Good evening Deliah. I got some more steel from around the place. Let's get to work, shall we?" Springtrap stated as Deliah smiled, nodding as they walked to the back room. When they entered the parts and service room, five ghostly children watched them. They all had worried looks on their faces when one of them spoke.
"She's being twisted by him." The female said as one of the others spoke. "You're just realizing that now Jennifer. I could tell ever since he laid eyes on her." One of the boys said as the eldest one of the group spoke. "Without the animatronics, we can't step in and stop him. The only one here who can possibly warn her… is Juniper…" The older boy spoke as he sighed. "Noah, Juniper moved on… Miles is too young and-" Jennifer was cut off by the haunting giggle of Miles, who was in his Golden Freddy form.
Despite Miles being three years old at the time of his death, he quickly matured after being murdered. The others explained to him what happened in the simplest way possible, and it made him angry. Ever since then, he was never able to show an ounce of kindness to any night guard who worked the nightshift.
"I… Can… Help…" Miles said, his voice broken and static-like. The others knew he was just as furious as them. But the issue with Miles is that he would kill anyone who so much as looked at Springtrap. They knew he was giving this girl horrid nightmares to try and make her steer away. However, they weren't working. Miles had other ideas to get her to stay away, and he knew exactly what it was he was going to do.
"Miles. Please, you need to rest. Now is not the time, We-" Noah was cut off again by the Golden bear glaring at him. "I… am… going… to… help… regardless… of… what… you… say…" The bear said as Noah sighed. He knew arguing with the kid was useless, so he relented. "Just don't kill her. Follow her home, and spook her a bit." The second oldest, Matthew, with no relation to Harry's brother, stated as the golden bear laughed before disappearing.
The others knew this wasn't a good idea, but Miles was dead-set on this, and once he is set on something, he intends to finish it. "Ten bucks says he goes too far and kills her," Matthew stated, earning a chuckle out of the second youngest, Oscar. The others just rolled their eyes before they disappeared, watching silently over the pair.
- With Nick –
Nick was just getting home after a long day at work. He parked in the driveway and stepped out into the pouring rain. He was a man of average height, and he had short brown hair. His eyes were the same as his daughters, and he had a slightly lighter skin tone. He had budding facial hair, and he looked extremely tired. He worked from 9 am to 8 pm, as he usually did the double shifts to get extra pay for the bills.
However, as of late, he hadn't been focusing on work and had been trying to come home more often for Deliah, as he had begun to notice her mental stability dropping. He had noticed her violent urges surfacing and becoming more dominant. It was especially shocking to hear that she was called to the office for punching someone in the face.
It was getting worrying. He knew she was starting to get angrier, but this was a new level of concern. For the amount of time she had been a teenager, Deliah had never had a violent outburst before; and Nick believed he was blessed with a mellow child. But his reality was shattered when she asked her that question this morning. It shocked him, and he didn't know how to respond to it. This wasn't like the normal Deliah Edwards, it was like she was slowly changing, and if he didn't get her into therapy soon, she'd change for the worse. That was why he was saving up his money; he was getting enough money to pay for a therapist for Deliah.
It was 9:00 pm, and there was a note on the front door. It was wet from the rain, but the ink was waterproof. "Hi dad, it's Deliah. I'm just out adventuring as usual. I'll be home soon. Love you!" Nick read aloud as he sighed. He didn't mind that his daughter explored the outdoors, but he just wished he got to see her when he got home. He even got her a milkshake from McDonald's.
He sighed before opening the door and closing it behind him. He walked into the kitchen and put the milkshake in the fridge. He smiled and pulled out the leftovers from last night. Just as he placed the portion, he saved it for himself into the microwave. He heard the door open. He peaked out into the living room. He saw nothing except for a soaking wet Deliah. She looked tired, and she was carrying a toolbox.
"Deliah? What are you doing with a toolbox?" Nick asked, shocking Deliah as she looked at him. "O-Oh hey, dad! Uh… I was just at Harry's, and his mom needed some power tools… So I brought ours." Deliah said as Nick smiled. "Well, that's good for helping them Deliah, just ask next time," Nick said as he went back to the kitchen before quickly popping his head back out again. "Oh, by the way, I have a chocolate Milkshake in the fridge for you!" Nick said as Deliah smiled. "Thanks, dad! You're the best!" Deliah said, walking up to him, hugging him as Nick smiled. He returned the hug.
Deliah let go of him and walked to the fridge. Taking her milkshake, she sat at the table, sipping away. Despite the happy nature of the Edward household, there was something brewing. There was untold animosity in the air. It was no secret Deliah had a vendetta against her father because of his long work hours, but there were times when he had no choice. Deliah understood that, but she still hated it.
After she finished her milkshake, Nick watched as she left the kitchen. Nick sighed internally, knowing full well he had to patch up their relationship eventually, but now was not the time. He had another late night shift tomorrow, and he needed sleep. His meal finished heating up as he set it on the table and ate alone.
- With Deliah –
Deliah was in her room, laying in her bed as she tried to sleep. She needed to get the rest as she was going to have a long day ahead of her tomorrow. The school was something she liked, but she hated gym classes. Mostly because it was suspected that the gym teacher was a pedophile, but no one really called him out on it. Tomorrow was the weekly run they held each week, and she needed all the energy she could muster.
That was when Deliah awoke. But not somewhere, familiar. She was standing in a pitch-black void… She had her fair share of nightmares and dreams, but this topped it. This was different. "Hello?!" She called out, only for it to echo back to her. She had no idea where she was. This wasn't like any of the other nightmares. There was no Freddy, and there were none of those hideous abominations.
That was when she heard it… A burst of high-pitched laughter, so high that it sounded almost like a child. Deliah turned around to see a golden version of Freddy sitting on the floor of the abyss. Then, there was an ear-splitting static-like noise coming from the animatronic. Deliah covered her ears as two white piercing orbs of light appeared in the animatronics eyes as it spoke. "I'm you." The robot said. Deliah's eyes widened in confusion. Its voice was so… barren of life. So, empty of emotion. It was haunting.
"I am not one of those petty animatronics…" The golden bear stated, standing up, revealing its height of around 7'4. Its white, piercing eyes stared into Deliah's. Sweat dripped down her forehead as it came closer. "Wha-What are you then?!" Deliah asked the machine as it stayed silent. A few seconds later, it spoke again. "I exist only in your MIND." The animatronic apparition stated, tapping the side of its head before disappearing.
Deliah looked around the void, trying to figure out where it was going to appear next. That was when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. "I am your darkest secrets… your greatest fears." The bear said as Deliah turned around to see that the bear was gone, again. "Ok, this isn't funny! Stop this. I get it. This is just a nightmare, and I'll wake up any second from now." Deliah said, trying her best to wake herself up. She pinched her arm, only to feel the pain of it.
'Am I not asleep… Then what is this?!' Deliah thought as the bear appeared in front of her. "I… Am… Your… DEVIL!" The bear said as it punched Deliah in the jaw, knocking her to the floor. She groaned in pain as it stood over her. "I know that you are unaware of what you've done…" The bear said as Deliah rubbed her jaw, not noticing that the animatronic was inches away from her. "But soon… I will remind you." The bear said, lifting Deliah up by the collar of her shirt.
Deliah was terrified; she had no idea what it was talking about. As far as she knew, she had done nothing wrong. "Wha-What do you mean?! I've done n-nothing wrong!" Deliah stated as the bear continued. "You will have to face the evil… that you have brought upon yourself." The bear said as Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy appeared behind it. All of them had empty eyes, but they all had blood seeping from their joints.
"What are you talking about! I've done nothing wrong!" Deliah shouted, trying to get herself free from the bears' grasp. But the more she struggled, the more she could feel the bear gripping harder on her shoulders. "You will have to learn about the horrible things you have done…" The bear said, its eyes becoming red with some sort of anger.
Deliah was thrown to the floor, followed by the bear stomping its foot down on her chest, causing her to cough up saliva. "And when you finally discover the truth…" The bear said, pressing down harder on her chest as it became harder to breathe. "I will…" The bear said, raising its foot up in the air, giving Deliah a chance to breathe. "…Shut you down." The moment it said that, it stomped on her chest so hard that blood came gushing out of her mouth.
Tears ran down her eyes as she felt a horrible amount of pain surge through her body. Why was this happening? It was then when she heard the laughing of the other animatronics. Her blood ran cold as the bear stared at her with hate and malice in its eyes. "FOREVER!" When the bear spoke, the other foot came crashing down on her face.
The moment it happened, Deliah woke up; her breath was laboured as she looked around her room, feeling her chest and wiping her mouth. There was no blood, and there was no pain. 'Why did that feel so real…' Deliah said as Nick came into her room. "Deliah! I heard you scream. Are you ok?!" Nick said as Deliah was confused. "It was just a nightmare… Dad… I'm fine." Deliah said as Nick sighed. "That must have been one hell of a nightmare. Do you want some cookies?" Nick asked as Deliah etched a smile on her face. "Sure…" Deliah said as she got out of bed and walked downstairs with her father. As the door closed, the golden bear sat idly by, its eyes glowing as it slowly vanished.
"Think… about… your choices… Deliah Edwards… think… wisely…" The animatronic ghost said as Deliah froze halfway down the stairs. She could have sworn she heard that… thing again. She quickly spun her head around. Nothing. "Deliah? Are you coming?" Nick asked as Deliah sighed. "Yes, Dad, I'm coming." She said, walking down the stairs and entering the kitchen.
- With the ghost kids –
Noah, Jennifer, Oscar, and Matthew were getting worried. Miles hadn't come back yet, and it had been about an hour since then. They have been watching Springtrap wander around the building. All he ever did was sit on stage and read the books that Deliah left for him to read, so he didn't get bored. They were all about murder mysteries and crime dramas. Springtrap read all day, and it was fascinating.
Just as Springtrap finished the last book, he walked onto the stage and laid down as he began to sleep. That was when Miles came back. He was still in his Golden Freddy mode, but he wasn't glitching out anymore. "So, did ya kill her?" Noah asked as the golden bear shook its head. "Looks like you owe me ten ghost bucks!" Oscar said, a small smile appearing on his face as Matthew sighed. Creating ten ghost dollars out of thin air as he smiled.
"Now I'm poor…" Matthew whined. "Do you think she will steer clear from this place?" Jennifer asked Miles as he sighed. "Small… Chance… I… Doubt… It…" The animatronic said as he faded from vision. Noah sighed as he floated cross-legged. "Well, I guess we will see if it works; if not, she'll come back tomorrow," Noah said as Oscar looked at Springtrap. The now sleeping serial killer looked like he was awake, but it was clear that he wasn't due to the lack of light in his eyes.
"Don't worry, Oscar, we'll get our revenge soon enough," Matthew said as Oscar nodded. However, that wasn't what he was thinking about. He just wanted to know why he killed them. What reason did he have for ending their lives? He understood that he was dead, and while his parents didn't miss him, he was still upset that he lost them.
"Come on, Oscar, we need to rest too. Let's go." Jennifer said as Oscar looked at the sole female ghost. He smiled before following her to the office.
Tomorrow was another day…