- Start Chapter 5 –

"Deliah Edwards. While this project is excellent, and I can see the work put in, I will have to give you an F." The programming teacher, Mr. Clark, stated as Deliah went wide-eyed. "You didn't follow the rubric properly. Even so, you do have serious potential in the robotics field." The teacher said as he went to walk away. Everyone else was dumbfounded at this. Everyone had computer programming projects leagues worse than hers, even the top student in the class, Julius Baker, had to run loops in his head to figure out how she built and programmed it. It only did simple things like move and had its eyes glow. But it was still impressive.

Deliah was on the verge of tears, and she wanted to run out of the room and break down. Sure, she didn't build the thing, but she spent a lot of time repairing Springtrap and fixing broken parts of him. She effectively wasted a whole week of her life. Springtrap promised he wouldn't act like how he normally did, either. But, when he saw her this upset, he wanted to speak a few words of his own.

His body straightened out, his eyelids shifted to one of an angered expression as he leaned over behind the teacher. The other students made silent gasps as some began to murmur.

"You're an asshole, you know," Springtrap said as the teacher sighed.

"Deliah, please, that deep voice trick won't work… on… me…" Mr. Clark said as he stared up at Springtrap, who was bent over, staring into the short man's eyes. Mr. Clark was only 5'1, and Springtrap was 7 feet tall, and that wasn't including his ears.

"Wha-what?!" Mr. Clark said as he looked back at Deliah, who was too busy being slumped up against the wall, crying, to pay attention to what Springtrap was doing.

"You heard me. My friend went out of her way to repair me after salvaging me from the abandoned Fazbears, and not to mention, she had gone out of her way to repair my internal systems so that they work, and you proceed to fail her on this project because of a stupid rubric? I'm sorry, but that doesn't fly, Mr. Clark." Springtrap said, his eyes flashing a deep purple and his voice oozing with malice.

Springtrap, albeit being a cold-blooded serial killer, grew attached to Deliah. She reminded him so much of himself before he turned into what he was now, and he wouldn't let her hard work to waste. He placed a hand on Mr. Clark's shoulder and slowly started applying pressure.

"Perhaps we should increase that grade to what she deserves, right? Or are we going to have… an incident?" Springtrap said, his lower jaw-dropping and his eyes turning red. Mr. Clark swallowed back his fear before stuttering out an answer. "W-Well. I-I um… suppose for all her hard work I-I could give her an A." Mr. Clark said as Springtrap closed his jaw and let go of Mr. Clark's shoulder.

"Good answer, Mr. Clark," Springtrap said, walking over to Deliah and helping her stand up.

"Y-You w-weren't supposed to s-stop acting…" Deliah said as Springtrap smirked.

"I can't have my friend feeling sad. I know what I said, but think of this is also me saying thanks." Springtrap said as everyone began to clap and cheer for the animatronic. Mr. Clark was shocked at this display of humanity coming from the robot. Never before had he seen this type of behaviour from a robot, let alone an old animatronic from Fazbears. He swallowed back the fear he had been keeping in the back of his throat before sighing.

"I have to say Deliah. The fact you practically lifted this from a Fazbears does mean I do have to drop it down to a B, but I think that is reasonable," Mr. Clark said as Deliah nodded, wiping the tears from her eyes a small smile on her face as Springtrap grinned.

The rest of the day flew by. Nothing else remarkable happened, aside from Springtrap hanging out in the workshop with the rest of the projects. Out of boredom, he started to look at the other projects. One was an endoskeleton that looked similar to the inside of a springlock suit; another was a small robot. Another was a smaller, more awkward-looking robot that looked shoddily made.

He started to get bored from doing nothing other than tapping his hand on the floor and humming songs he used to listen to when he was alive. After a while, he decided to power down, effectively sleeping. After a few hours of him 'sleeping,' Deliah came back to get him. "Hey, Springtrap, you awake?" Deliah asked as Springtrap opened one of his eyes, a wry smirk on his face.

"Hey, you look tired; what's up?" Springtrap asked as Deliah sighed. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and her body language screamed, 'I just ran for an hour straight; I shouldn't need to say why I'm tired.' "Ya know what, I think I understand. Let me guess, gym class?" Springtrap said as Deliah nodded. "Well, we should get going then, shouldn't we? We can skip working on the animatronics for tonight, so you can get some extra sleep." Springtrap said as Deliah looked relieved.

Sure, he was a serial killer, but personal hygiene matter to him, as twisted as that sounded. His purple eyes wandered around the room. He noticed that some of the gadgets had been taken already and that, aside from a few small robots, an exo-suit, and other knicks and knacks. He was the only one there.

He glanced at Deliah, who gathered up her papers from the teacher's desk as he noticed something about her arm. There were some scratch marks on it. Now, his inner father's brain began to race. Again, despite the fact he was a CHILD killer, he was once a father, so when William saw wounds on a kid, he had a particular interest in, not for the murdering type reasons, mind you, he took things like that seriously.

"Hey, Deliah," the animatronic said, walking out of the storage room as his eyes began to fixate on the wound. "How'd you get that scratch?" Springtrap asked as Deliah rubbed the spot where the wound was.

"Oh… some kids from the 11th grade started pushing me around, and I fell on the concrete. I wouldn't give them something they wanted, so they bullied me," Deliah said as she winced. "It hurt…" the brunette muttered, something which Springtrap picked up on.

Now, given his position, he knew only two things that, in his mind, a teenage boy would want from a girl her age. Those two things were either money or other things. Now, if he had to think how an older teenage boy would see Deliah. Someone who was small, was cute, and was extremely oblivious to even the most obvious crushes, the second option seemed much more obvious.

However, he wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. If this were his daughter, which, in a way, she thought of her as such, he would probe her for the information. "What did they want exactly?" Springtrap asked, to which Deliah's shoulders arched at a slight degree. She was tensing up. Not a good sign.

"I don't want to talk about it." That was all he needed to know.

"Well, do you know if those boys are still on campus?" Springtrap said a bit of irritation in his tone as Deliah sighed.

"You don't have to do anything. I'm sure they clued in that I don't want anything to do with them." Deliah said as Springtrap sighed, his eyes flickered from purple to red, back to purple.

"There's a difference between what you want versus what they want." Springtrap pointed out as Deliah turned around.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Deliah asked as Springtrap said, leaning against the wall of the storage room. He sighed, looking at Deliah with, from what she could tell, a worried look in his eye, if animatronics could even express that kind of emotion.

"Ok, I'm going to be very blunt about this, so don't expect me to sugarcoat it, but they tried asking you for sexual favours, right?" Springtrap asked as Deliah froze. She glanced off to the side as Springtrap huffed. "I'll take that as a yes. How many of them were there? One? Two? Four?" The ex-serial killer asked as Deliah mumbled something that Springtrap couldn't hear.

"What'd you say?" Springtrap asked as Deliah spoke a little louder.

"Three… three of them," Deliah replied as Springtrap snorted. It was only three of them, good.

"Ok, now, you said they were in the 11th grade? Correct?" Springtrap questioned as Deliah nodded. Springtrap then stood up straight, looked down at Deliah, walked up to her, and placed his hand on her head, and shoved, using very little weight. She made an 'ack' sound as he sighed.

"The issue is that you're small, you show very little resistance, and you're not that strong. If they're taller than you, then you're fucked. Since you're only 4'11, they'd take advantage of that," Springtrap said as he relented, causing Deliah to rub the back of her neck. "I could feel you were trying to fight back, but because of your lack of having to fight back, you can't. Now, if I was one of those boys, what do you think they'd do with that knowledge?" Springtrap asked, a dark undertone in this voice.

Deliah could only imagine what they would try to do. Images appeared in her mind. Images that she shook away. "Yeah…" She muttered as Springtrap nodded.

"I don't think I need to spell out how much that would suck for you, so let's not think about that. What you should think about is dealing with the problem, asap." Springtrap mentioned as Deliah sighed.

"Fine, I'll go to the principal and-"

"No." Springtrap interrupted, catching her off guard.

"Huh?" Deliah asked, confused as Springtrap sat down in one of the empty chairs.

"What do you think that would do? Because I can tell you right now. After being reported for asking for sexual favours out of a 9th grader, those boys will go to the office. They'll get chastised and given a warning. They'll know exactly who ratted them out. They'll corner you, and then they'll brutalize you in the worst way possible. Not by beating you to a pulp, well, they'll probably do that too, but they'll take the one thing from that is one of the only things in this world you can't get back. I don't think I have to say what it is for you to get the hint." Springtrap said as she slumped down in a chair.

He didn't mean to make her feel bad, but at the same time, the reality of the situation was reality and being introduced to it now, rather than later, would've been a far easier thing to deal with in the future than if she hadn't been given a wake-up call.

"Then what do suppose I do?" Deliah asked as Springtrap smirked.

"You said they'd be here, right?" Springtrap asked as Deliah nodded. "Then where are they?"

- With Nick-

Nick was worried for Deliah. She hadn't been home on time. He took the day off today after his late-night shift from last night. To put things in perspective, it was 4:30 pm. Deliah's school day ended at 3:00 pm. Neither Springtrap nor Deliah was home, and he was starting to panic.

Just as he was about to phone the school, the phone began to ring. Standing up, he rushed over to the phone and answered. "Nicholas Edwards here. How may I help you?" Nick said as the tired voice of Deliah huffed onto the phone.

"Dad, can you come to school please, like, asap. Thanks. Somethings happened, and now, Springtrap and I kinda need you're help, please and thank you." Just as quickly as the phone picked up, it dropped. She sounded stressed out, just what had happened?!

Father mode, activate.

Rushing to grab a coat and keys, he rushed to the door, opened it, and closed it. Getting in the car, he sped off to the school. Thoughts of Deliah being hurt or the Animatronic going rogue filled his mind as he hadn't realized how fast he was going.

He was going 70 in a 50 zone.

Luckily, there were no police around, so he wasn't pulled over or anything. Once arriving at the school, Deliah was standing at the school gate with Springtrap dragging what seemed like… a body?! He rolled down the window with a confused look on his face.

"What's going on!? Who are those people? Why are they knocked out! Please tell me they're just knocked out!" Nick said as Springtrap huffed.

"Yeah, also gagged and bound. I'll tell you more on the way. We have tarps from the school. Help us wrap them up, will ya. We got gloves too, so you don't get your fingerprints on the tarp." Springtrap said as Nick swallowed back worry that was lodged in his throat. Just what had his daughter and this robot been up to.

Getting out of the chair, Springtrap grabbed the tarp from the mechanic's garage, conveniently out of view of the camera, and dragged it to the boys. The others put their gloves on as they rolled the unconscious bodies of Jerald, John, and Ricky into wrapped-up tarps. Poking holes in the tarps to allow for oxygen, they put their bodies in the trunk of the car as Springtrap got in last after sealing up the trunk.

"Now, when we leave, drive as if nothing happened. I'll explain on the way to the forest," Springtrap said as this caused Nick to raise an eyebrow.

"The forest! Why the hell-"

"Don't question it, just do it," Springtrap said, making Nick extremely cautious. However, he did as the animatronic said as they began to drive to the nearby woods calmly. It took them forty minutes, but once they got there, backing into the parking space, Springtrap got out first and unlocked the trunk. Taking one of the wrapped-up 11th graders, he looked behind him to see Nick staring at him cautiously, while Deliah stared blankly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

Placing the body of Jerald by a nearby tree, he ran up to grab the other two. After the trip there and back, they entered the car again as they drove off.

"Ok, explain, now!" Nick said as Springtrap sighed.

"They tried to get sexual favours from Deliah. I did not take too kindly to that, and I suggested we did this. Telling the principal would do nothing but make it worse. This, on the other hand, it'll do either one out of the two things. They react worse than with the principal, low chance of happening, or they won't come near Deliah ever again. That is the most likely hood of happening." Springtrap said as Nick became a bit uneasy.

"How long had they been doing that?" Nick asked Deliah, who didn't answer. This got not only Nick's attention but also Springtrap's.

"This had been happening for a week. It was getting more intense today. I was actually starting to get worried." Deliah confessed as Nick bit his lower lip.

If Springtrap was annoyed earlier, he was fuming now. Oh, he would have a lot of fun with those boys if he ran into them in the near future. "I see…" Springtrap seethed as the rest of the ride of silent. Nobody said a word to one another as they drove back home.

The car parked as they all got out of the car. Deliah and Nick were still wearing their gloves as they stepped into the house. But as they stepped inside, a Golden bear sat in a chair in front of the door as Springtrap's eyes widened, Deliah recoiled, and Nick went wide-eyed.

It was then when the bear stood up and spoke. "Hello, Springtrap."

-To be Continued-