I don't own any of this, Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon and FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon.
Lucy headed for the Royal Woods Cemetery one crisp, autumn evening. Lucy loved this time of day as the light from the sun is fading, allowing the dark of the night to take over, while up in the sky she can see the first quarter moon begin to rise up.
Walking along the sidewalk, the goth turned to her pet bat who's perched on her right shoulder. "Well Fangs, time for another meeting with the Mortician's Club."
Fangs lets out a squeak in which Lucy nodded in response. "I did hear that Haiku has found a skeletal hand. It should be interesting to see, though it's going to be hard to beat Boris's find of that skull last week."
Fangs squeaks again. "Yes, it is unfortunate that we haven't found anything for the meeting, but you know how it is. Life is just a path of disappointment."
Lucy at last reached the cemetery, after entering it she moves through it casually as she's been here thousands of times and not just in this life. The Morticians Club finally came into view, this meeting is held right next to the large, leafless tree that stood next to a mausoleum. Up on the podium the Morticians Club president; Bertrand waited for everyone to be seated with Boris providing background music from his keyboard.
After Lucy sat down on a seat next to Haiku, Bertrand spoke up to address them. "Fellow members of the Morticians Club. Another evening has dawned upon us and the power of the moon is shining down."
Every member nodded in agreement. "As you know from last week, our fellow member Boris has shown us a lovely skull of a mid-age male during the pioneer days." Boris holds up the skull to the members, they clapped emotionlessly in which Boris bowed gracefully.
Bertrand waited for a moment, then continues on with what this evening will bring. "Tonight Haiku has something to show us as well, then after that. We will be communicating with the spirit of Don Wayne." Bertrand points his skull hammer towards Haiku, addressing for her to come up and show off the arm.
Haiku merely gets up from her seat, when a voice interrupted the meeting. "I'm here! I'm here!" Everyone looked back to see Morpheus coming in with a wheelbarrow that had a large sack covering something large.
Morpheus comes to a stop in the middle of in-between the rows of chairs, he laid down the wheelbarrow and breathed out in exhaustion as he wasn't used to running so far.
"Your late for the meeting Morpheus, what kept you?" Bertrand question.
Morpheus regained his breath and apologetically bowed down. "Forgive me president, but I was on my way here when I-" His pet crow pecks him on the head, then gave him a glare. "Sorry, he found something in an alley that will blow all of us away into the afterlife."
This gets all of them curious. What did Morpheus find that was so important that it caused him to be a few minutes late to the meeting. Bertrand scratches his chin as he thought on what it could be? He then finally spoke. "Alright, show us on what you found."
"With pleasure." Morpheus grabs the sack and pulled it off the object which revealed to be an animatronic, yellow rabbit that is worn and damaged, with holes throughout its body and wires poking out. its top jaw shows off buckteeth, with pointed fangs on the bottom jaw. With a severed forearm, and no ears. But what got there full attention is the human remains that were inside of the animatronic, the human remains were skeletal with some muscle.
This was definitely something that the group had never seen before, they all immediately began to ask questions.
"Is that from Spunk E. Pigeon's Pizza Palooza Paradise?"
"No, I don't recall them having a yellow rabbit."
"How is there a person in there?"
"Must've been a nasty accident."
The only one who wasn't talking is Haiku as she looked between the yellow rabbit and the arm she found, it was safe to say that her find is very insignificant compared to what Morpheus had discovered. Their chatter over the mystery regarding the rabbit ceased immediately after Bertrand bang his hammer. "Members of the Morticians Club, I think it's safe to say that what Morpheus had found is certainly interesting and has definitely changed our plans for this evening."
The others nodded as there was no denying that. "So" Bertrand continued, "Instead of speaking with Don Wayne, we shall be speaking with the poor soul of whoever was killed inside of this rabbit." The club does a slow clap of applause as that sounded like fun.
Lucy however isn't so sure, don't get her wrong. She loved talking to spirits as much as the next girl, but she can sense a very dark aurora around the rabbit. A very dark aurora that makes her skin crawl.
The club gathered around in a circle, holding onto each other's hands, with the rabbit slumped down in the middle with a circle of lit candles around it.
Everything is ready for the seance, Bertrand turned and nodded to Lucy to do her thing. Lucy didn't want to do it, the dark aurora is strong within this rabbit, but she couldn't disobey the president, so reluctantly she began the seance as everyone closed their eyes.
"Oh spirit of the person in this rabbit suit, please speak up. We wish to contact you." The area is silent, but it didn't deter the club as sometimes it takes time for a spirit to speak. Boris opened his eyes and nearly flinched as the rabbit is now looking at them, from the rabbit a deep voice spoke up. "I seem, to be in the company of a few gothic children. It's not the worst company I have awaken to."
"Who are you?" Lucy question, she can hear the flesh inside of him squish as she felt him turn his head towards her. "I was formerly William Afton, but now I am Springtrap."
"Springtrap?" Haiku question.
"Yes. I've may have died, but now I am reborn more stronger, more immortal."
"How did you die?" Lucy asked.
"Springlock incident, a rather nasty way to go. But enough about the past, it's time to get down to business."
Lucy had a bad feeling about this, she hesitantly asked the next question. "Which is?" Springtrap slowly gets to his feet, he turned his body towards Persephone. "This!"
Springtrap let's out a scream as he suddenly lunged at Persephone, she barely had time to react before a hand grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. Persephone choked under his killer grip, the others voiced their panic over the sudden move Springtrap made. Springtrap however looked into her terrified eyes, with a squeeze he chokes her to death, with that done he drops her to the ground then turned to Dante.
He punches the boy to ground, then stomped his head in with his foot, a crunch bangs through the cemetery. Now with blood on his foot, Springtrap turned to the other members, who cowered from the sudden killing spree he committed. "What's the matter? You type of kids always embraced death, I'm just giving you what you always wanted." Springtrap let's out a cruel laugh as if it was the funniest thing he ever said.
Boris took this opening to rush forward with his keyboard raised, Springtrap stumbled back a step as the instrument struck him in the head. "Go back to once you came you foul demon! Boris commands you!" Boris hits him several more times, driving Springtrap back a few feet while also severely damaging his keyboard.
Boris takes another swing at the rabbit, Springtrap grabbed it and tore it out of his hands, then threw the keyboard at a tree which smashed it in half. This act along with the two deaths of their friends caused everyone to run off, Boris merely took six steps before a hand grabbed him by the neck which instantly stops him in his tracks.
The four remaining members heard him scream before getting swiftly cut off with a crunch. They needed to get out of the cemetery and tell the police about what had happen, in the back of their minds they knew it was going to be difficult to have the police believe them about a corpse in a yellow rabbit, animatronic suit murdering three of their friends in cold blood.
The entrance finally came into view, they just needed to run a few more meters, then they were out of here. "Hurry fellow members!" Bertrand called over, he suddenly felt something tackle him from the side. He fell to the ground, but then felt a hand grab him by the back of his hair, he was dragged to a tombstone where he was then smashed against it five times, the tombstone is stained with Bertrand's blood.
Seeing their president getting his head smashed against the tombstone caused the three remaining members to scatter back the way they came, scattering in three different directions.
Springtrap watches them flee in amusement as he stood over the motionless Bertrand. The thrill of the hunt is just so enticing, it has been so long since he has been after any children, for years he hasn't have the chance to get his hands on anyone. The last time he had been with someone was when he had been in that foolish horror attraction with his son. Michael may have foolishly thought that he had been destroyed in that fire, but he should know by now that he always comes back. And until he meets up with his son again, he'll settle on killing these goth freaks.
Haiku ran into a mausoleum, it was surly a great place to hide from that maniac, as after all it had coffins to hide behind and only one entrance, so she can see him enter it and if possible sneak back out once he's fully in.
Haiku ducked behind a coffin on the right of the mausoleum, from there she hunkered down as she held onto her knees. Haiku did her best to keep quiet as any sound could alert that monster to her whereabouts, the only sounds that came out is her terrified breath and the beating of her heart that seemed to echo throughout the mausoleum.
The only ones who could comfort her during this frighting moment of her life were the black spiders that clung to their webs on the roof, walls, and coffins. It was hard to believe on how things went so wrong in what seems like only seconds. In the back of her mind she thought that her arm would've been more safer than what Morpheus had found.
Oh, how this night was supposed to be just a usual routine, but now it was a night of bloodshed. They always talked about death, but this is going too far by their standards as they never wished violent deaths on anyone.
What were they to do? How was she to escape? Has Lucy and Morpheus manage to get away from Afton? If they did, hopefully her two friends would be back with an army of police.
Her thoughts were swiftly silent as the sound of something squishy and mechanical is suddenly heard from outside the mausoleum. The sounds stop near the entrance, Haiku felt herself go stiff against the coffin. Squishy footsteps echoed as he stepped into the mausoleum, from her position she judged that he got to the middle of the mausoleum where he eventually comes to a complete stop, she can make a crawl to the entrance right now.
She has to be very quiet in order not to draw his attention though. Haiku very slowly crawled her way to the corner of the coffin, from here she saw the entrance, freedom is just a few feet away.
A yellow foot suddenly appeared in her vision, Haiku quickly looked up in terror to see Springtrap looking down at her with dark eyes. "Found you."
Morpheus had ducked himself into a ditch where a small stream flowed through, his pet crow is perched on a nearby tree as a lookout.
He felt absolutely terrible as all of this is his fault. How was he supposed to know that the animatronic rabbit he found in that alley is a deranged killer? Now his friends were killed by his find, this was definitely the worst mistake he ever committed, he really hoped that his friends spirits would forgive him after all this, if he can survive this that is.
Maybe he could redeem himself? If he can take Afton out, maybe his friends will forgive him then. Looking to his right Morpheus spots a tree branch near him, he can use it to combat Afton, it was thick enough and looked light enough to pick up.
Morpheus picked up the branch, he climbed out of the ditch where he immediately met Springtrap who stood in between two graves. The two stared at each other silently, both wanting to take each other out; one for revenge and the other for sadistic pleasure.
The two charged at each other, Springtrap threw in with a punch which Morpheus ducked, then raised himself back up and quickly swung the branch at his leg, the blow makes Springtrap push forward a bit. Springtrap swung his arm backwards which Morpheus dodged sideways, he swings the branch and struck him by the waist, he swings again this time striking him on the head.
Springtrap felt rage from these blows, they didn't hurt him, but just annoyed him greatly, letting out a screech! He swats the branch out of Morpheus's hand, he then swatted him to the ground. Morpheus places his hands on the ground to get back up, but Springtrap grabs him by the back of his neck, he drags him to the ditch, where he then throws him down the embankment.
Morpheus rolled down into the stream with a splash, he lifts up his dripping head from the water, coughing up some of it, but he hasn't had a chance to breath as Springtrap landed down next to him and forced his face back into the water. Morpheus struggled for breath as the robotic hand held him in place.
Above on the tree branch his crow flapped his wings as he squawked aggressively at the man in the rabbit suit holding his struggling master's face underneath the water. It wasn't until that Morpheus came to a slow, dead stop that the crow flew away in a panic.
Lucy knew that she was the last one who's still alive, she can feel her friends tortured spirits depart from their murdered bodies. How sad for her, to be the last Morticians Club member to survive such a horrible bloodshed. Could she, (if she can survive this night) even continue the club? Lucy didn't know, but with the exit to the cemetery in sight she could possibly escape.
"So we come to the last bat."
Turning around causally, Lucy laid her covered eyes on Springtrap who stood amongst the rising fog, she can see the fresh blood stains on his arm and torso. Despite his more frighting appearance, Lucy wasn't scared, she didn't even bother on running away at that moment for she knew that it would be useless, if she was going to die at this moment, she might as well be brave.
"I can feel your fear child! You should be as I can make you suffer, suffer like the others who stood before me." Springtrap slowly makes his way towards her in a toying motion.
"I can see your future." Lucy suddenly spoke up, it made Springtrap stop just three feet away from her as he wasn't expecting that to come out of the girl, who should be shaking in fear right now. "The wicked deeds you committed throughout your twisted life will not go unpunished. I see you suffering by the hands of the one you should not have killed, in an endless cycle of death."
Springtrap seemed to have been taken aback by Lucy's prediction, but he quickly shook that off. "That doesn't matter child, no matter how many times I die." He grabbed her by the throat. "I always come back."
Springtrap swiftly and repeatedly stabbed her by the sharp bone that is sticking out of his missing arm.
The moon rised higher into the sky by the time Springtrap stepped out of the cemetery.
It was certainly fun hunting those goth freaks, but now it's back to business. The signal he's been hearing for the last few weeks seemed to be getting stronger for every night he travelled. He'll get to that signal and when he does, he'll find out what is giving it.
Springtrap walked into the night, leaving behind his gruesome deeds, which wouldn't be discovered until tomorrow morning when the caretaker finds Lucy with multiple stab wounds throughout her face.