So happy to finally get another chapter out! I know it has been a long time since the last update but I hope it was worth the wait. Also, I wanted to remind people that this is an AU cobbled together from different theories with a little of my own flair thrown in. So, if some rules (like Springtraps day and nighttime hours) are not canonly correct, it's because it's to better suit the plot. But, with that out of the way, enjoy!
Warning: Language, Violence
The clock struck six – finally – and with his daytime mode officially over, Springtrap bolted upright from where his animatronic body had been slumped. Right where those damned construction workers had dumped him after dragging his mechanical butt out of the trash. For the last twelve hours, he had been trapped inside of his head, paralyzed from his curse and the blasted daytime setting of his suit, seething in fury like a bomb on the verge of exploding. Freed at last, his pent-up ire burst from his voice box in a roar . . . The demonic sound echoed throughout the building.
"You know this place is supposed to be haunted, right? Did you know that? Le-fucking-gitimately haunted!"
Madeleine paused in her work, frowning. The construction workers didn't realize she was right around the corner from where they were packing up their tools for the day. Obviously, since they were cursing - all of them knew she hated foul language.
"Language, man! You're going to get us laid off," the worker named Brian grumbled. "I can believe it, though. Did you see that creepy robot rabbit the boss-lady had us drag back inside?"
Madeleine finished shoving the debris into the large plastic trashcan and pulled off her gloves. She took her new fuchsia hardhat off long enough to wipe her forehead with her sleeve. She was exhausted and looked forward to nothing more than relaxing her sore muscles in a scalding-hot bubble bath, dreams of club sandwiches dancing in front of her eyes.
Not much longer. She checked her watch. Almost six o'clock. She shoved her gloves into the back pockets of her jeans and dusted off the front of her sweatshirt. She could get one of the guys to drag it out to the dumpster for her on their way out. She still needed to move the rest of those tables and chairs out because they were going to finish opening the wall up tomorrow before pulling down the ceiling.
She was excited for that. The lobby would make a truly grand entrance once they vaulted the ceiling in there. Where she was standing would be a concession stand that linked to the kitchen next door. Nobody would be thinking about murders or hauntings when they saw her dreams complete.
"I heard them say that a bunch of kids were murdered here back when this place was a restaurant. Some even had this theory that the murderer stuffed the kids' bodies inside the animatronics and that was why they couldn't be found." Sam was saying.
"Ew, gross," Brian complained.
Maddie peered around the corner at the two men. She agreed with Brian. Ew.
"That explains the stench that had the health department shutting the place down," Sam continued.
Brian stretched his back. "Who's 'they'?" he asked.
Sam shrugged, waving a hand in the air. "You know . . . 'they': Police reports, news articles, theorists – 'they'!"
"Police reports?" Brian snorted in disbelief. "You're so full of shi- . . . uh," he hesitated, glancing around to see Madeleine leaning against the wall, watching them. "It," he finished lamely. "You're full of it."
Maddie smirked and turned to grab a broom. There was still a lot of nails, insulation, and broken bits of drywall lying about she could clean up. It wasn't her job. Mac had given up trying to keep her away from the construction, but she liked helping. It felt like she was taking an active part in bringing her dreams for this place to life.
Sam didn't seem to care that Maddie was there. He ignored Brian's accusation and continued. "It's the truth! Look it up if you don't believe me. I heard that the spirits of those children still haunt this place, searching for the man who had murdered them, so they can have their revenge."
At this, Madeleine rolled her eyes. "Oh, for Pete's sake," she muttered, exasperated. Is this how people amused themselves? If anyone had reason to believe in ghosts it was her, but Dr. Sigmund had told her the idea of ghosts was ridiculous. It was a crazy idea and, if there was one thing Maddie wasn't, it was crazy.
The building was well over thirty years old. Of course, it made noises. It was just the place settling. Loose nails and the wind whistling through empty halls and broken windows . . .
Thoughts of her rabbit buddy sprang to mind, making her pause. But he was still stashed away in the safe room, exactly where she had placed him that morning. He hadn't moved – She knew because she had looked in on him several times throughout the day. He hadn't said anything either because she had tried to talk to him, and he had remained stubbornly silent.
Then again, he might still be angry that she had allowed the men to throw him out, although he didn't look the type to hold a grudge. She snorted to herself. Actually, yes, he did but, apparently, she had become adjusted to her medication enough that her hallucinations had deserted her.
Good, she thought. I'm way too busy to be dealing with angry, uptight hallucinations, anyway.
"You're not a Boy Scout anymore, Sam," Brian blurted, annoyed. "Keep your campfire stories to yourself." Yet, he glanced behind him, just in case.
Seeing that his co-worker was getting creeped out despite his bravado, Sam grinned. "What about that guy who died here all those months ago, hm? I hear quite a few had disappeared after spending the night here. I certainly wouldn't want to stay here overnight," he told the younger man. "Hey, look at the time! It's getting late."
"Shut up, jackass," Brian snapped. He gulped and threw a look at Madeleine. "Um, sorry, ma'am," he apologized before swinging back around toward Sam. "We're not security guards, dummy. It's time to go home."
Sam laughed. "Yeah, before the boogieman comes out to get you." He reached out to poke the younger man. "Don't fall asleep, my precious."
Brian jumped in spite of himself. He shoved Sam away. "Get a life, dude!"
Maddie bent down to sweep the pile she had into the dustpan when a scream tore through the building, sending a chill down her spine.
"AAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Startled, Madeleine jumped up and spun around, expecting to find her hallucination standing in the entrance to the lobby. No one was there except Brian and Samuel, both men looking pale and panicked.
"What the hell was that?" Sam exclaimed, forgetting Maddie's rules on swearing.
"Oh, good," she smiled, relieved. "You guys heard it, too." Odd, but knowing she hadn't been the only one made her feel better. The men gaped at her, however, and her smile faded away. "What?"
Instead of answering her, they took off, leaving the lobby door swinging in their wake. The little dust cloud they left behind reminded her a little of the coyote/roadrunner cartoons she and the other residents used to watch back at the home. She sighed. Those had been some good times.
"Was it something I said?" she asked the empty room.
Shaking her head, Madeleine turned back to the mess still waiting to be taken out. Oh well, the sooner she got to work, the sooner she could take that nice, warm, bubble bath she had been daydreaming of.
Springtrap's little tantrum lasted only a minute, but when it was done, he was feeling better. From the room, now silent, he could hear the faint sound of voices nearby. Creaking as he climbed to his feet, he limped over to the door and cracked it open. It was silent now, but it didn't matter. There were people in here and that was all he needed to know.
Anxious to squeeze the life out of something after the annoying day he had had, Springtrap stepped out into what felt like was an entirely new building. Forgetting his rage in his shock, he gaped at the change with a mixture of both horror and amazement. The old, rotting, trashy hallways had been completely ripped apart to reveal a massive barren space with only a few remaining supports to remind him of the old claustrophobic halls and cramped rooms. The new space lent the impression of freedom, something Springtrap hadn't experienced in decades nor hoped to ever feel again.
A sudden urge to go see what else had been accomplished washed over him. Were all the hallways like this now, spacious and roomy? He spun about in place marveling at how different it all felt when he stopped, shaking his head vigorously.
No! he reminded himself. This had been done before. Never to this extent, true, but it was still just part of the cycle - a big, fucking, endless cycle. This place is cursed!
Everything that came in here ended up dying in here - most often by his hand. Even so, this building, this land, all of it was cursed. Anything that touched it would eventually be corrupted by it. The only solution he could think of to stop it was to destroy it, to raze it down to the ground and burn the dirt upon which it sat.
Why will they not destroy it?
Frustrated and angry now, Springtrap ignored the changes as he limped down the hall, following the direction he had determined that the voices came. They had long since stopped talking. He began to wonder if the people had all gone when another sound caught his attention. Not a voice this time, not exactly . . . It was high-pitched and rhythmic. He searched his spotty memory for its like. Where had he heard it before?
Whistling?
Someone was whistling.
Curious, Springtrap continued toward the mesmerizing tune. The frozen joint in his right leg, caused by a lucky shot from a security guard's handgun, caused it to drag somewhat when he walked. So, when his foot caught on some fallen debris looked over by the workers, it hindered his progress even more than usual.
Clomp, shuffle, clomp, shuffle.
He sounded like a crippled-up, old woman in a pair of house slippers as he moved down the hall. He would have grimaced had he been able. This was hardly the image he wanted to project. The thought darkened his mood even more.
Admittedly, that he could walk at all with the foot, itself held on by only a few sturdy wires, was something of a mystery. Unfortunately, it had prevented him from capturing that infuriating blonde the other night. At least his eye was back in place. He wondered why she would bother doing that for him . . .
Well, he could always ask her about it while he was strangling the life out of her.
He spotted a light near the end of the hall. It was coming from the party room – or what used to be the party room. He stopped along the way to gape briefly at the sheer size of the new lobby. Had he been alive and still had use of his lungs, Springtrap might have even gasped. Numerous walls from the front room had been removed and the ceiling held up by several strategically placed supports. For all intents and purposes, however, the area that had once comprised three separate rooms was now one enormous space. It would make for a grand entry, indeed . . .
He might have forgotten her for the moment, distracted by the room as he was, but the whistling pulled him back into the present and reminded him of his purpose. The whistling was coming from the party room, the same room he had found her during the previous evening. He peered around the door frame just as the whistling stopped.
There she was. He watched the woman continue her work, bobbing along in time to a song only she could hear, her broom acting the part of her dance partner. He looked around for evidence of others, but it appeared that she alone remained.
My lucky day, he decided.
A sense of excitement mingled with his ever-present anger. Springtrap sank back into the shadows. Tonight, he determined, would end with the mechanical sound of his laughter. He would paint the floor red with her blood.
Madeline emptied the dustpan into the plastic garbage bin, setting it and the broom aside. Sighing, she wiped her hands on her jeans and pulled her earbuds out of her ears. It was only then that she heard the buzzing of her cellphone.
Walking over to the corner where she had stashed her belongings, Maddie rummaged around until she located the annoying device. Who'd be calling her at this hour, she wondered. It wasn't as if she knew all that many people in this town yet. How could she when she spent ten to twelve-hour days working on the remodel of her dream. She looked at the screen, frustrated.
Roger . . .
{Did U 4get dinner? Bad enough I don't C U in the AM, now U 4get 2 come home N PM?}
Peeved, Maddie texted back. {2 much work 2 do. U want 2 help?}
Was it too much to ask for a little support? Roger had grumped about this place since she bought it. Too much of her money, too much of her time. He always found something to complain about. Her phone buzzed with his answer. She smirked.
{UR Nuts! Stop at bank. Need $ 2MORO. Car N shop.}
Again? Roger seemed to see her as a bottomless ATM machine.
{What happened 2 the $ I gave U?}
{Country club dues. Needed NU golf clubs.}
She tossed the phone back in her bag, annoyed. She didn't even go to the country club, nor did she play golf, eat gourmet lunches, or take tennis lessons, but every month since meeting Roger, she paid dues so that he could.
Madeline began moving the folded tables into the hallway for easier removal in the morning. They were worn and wobbly, and how many folding tables did a classic movie theater need anyway? None, that's how many. She had planned to just stack and leave them for the workers to take out in the morning, but no longer looking forward to going home, Maddie decided she might as well take care of it now.
She was almost finished with the task when the lights flickered and dimmed. Frowning, Maddie glanced up at the bare bulbs dangling from exposed wiring. They would be taking them out tomorrow before tearing down the ceiling, and the sooner, the better she thought from the looks of it.
So much for taking the tables out on her own. She was wondering whether she should pull a flashlight out of her bag when the lights went out altogether.
"What the heck?" She yanked out her earbuds and the tinny sounds of 'Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind, & Fire' drifted out. With the intention of checking the light switch for a short, Maddie yelped when her shin collided against the edge of one of the last remaining tables. She didn't see it there as her eyes fought to adjust to the sudden darkness.
"Ow! Ow! OW! Son of a bean eater!" She cried out. Grabbing her throbbing shin, she hopped awkwardly in what she hoped was the direction of the light switch.
Reaching the wall, Maddie flicked the switch up and down with no results. "Are you serious?" She huffed angrily. "Oh, those poo-heads are going to be hearing from me tomorrow. And they call themselves electricians . . ."
Grumbling, Madeleine hobbled back to her purse for the flashlight. Finding her phone first, she decided it'd work just as well at helping her locate the fuse box. Mac had pointed out the box's location to her just the other day. Maddie paused as, in the feeble light of her cell, she noticed a familiar figure standing in the doorway.
So, her little bunny friend finally came out to play. His eyes were glowing red, making the walls of the room appear almost hellish with its gruesome lighting. Maddie glanced over at her bag, calculating her odds of reaching it before the animatronic could reach her.
Abruptly, the room was plunged back into darkness as the red light and her phone's light both blinked out simultaneously. Spinning about, she fumbled to get the phone back on only to discover she was alone once more. Heart hammering, adrenaline pumping, Maddie backed up, watching for the rabbit as she dug into her bag with her free hand.
Despite the ominous feel the evening had taken, she wasn't afraid. Part of her believed she should be, but the rest of her was feeling anticipation for the showdown that lay ahead of her. No, she was ready for him this time. There would be no running away, no screaming – at least not on her part, she decided with a smirk.
"I know you're still here," she murmured, slowly turning about in a circle as she searched the shadows for the nettlesome rabbit. Silence greeted her.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," Madeleine sang into the darkness.
There was a scrape of metal against rusted metal behind her. Maddie jerked around but no red eyes stared back at her. How could something as large as a four-hundred-pound automaton hide so efficiently? Not even an ear popped up from behind the various cafeteria-style tables or spare panels of drywall that were stacked on one side of the room.
"Show yourself, you, hunk of junk. What are you? A turtle or a chicken?" Maddie taunted. She hoisted her secret weapon, making clucking noises at the cluttered room.
The light from her phone went out again and she quickly hit one of the buttons to activate it again. She caught a flash of the sickly yellow-green color from the corner of her peripheral vision as the screen illuminated the room once more, but when she turned her head, nothing was there.
"What kind of hallucination are you?" Madeleine complained, annoyed. "Why are you hiding from me?"
"I'm not hiding." The voice came from behind her.
Madeleine dropped her phone on the floor as she twisted about, bringing her weapon up between them. The eyes, no longer red but green, stared at it with something akin to incredulity. Not bad considering its limited range of expressions.
"Do you really think a gun is capable of stopping me?" He gestured to the bullet holes in his chest. "You have no idea what I am."
Maddie answered by pumping the weapon in preparation of firing. If he thought she could be intimidated, he would be wrong.
It's time to let her know what I'm made of, Springtrap decided, reaching up to his head.
He took hold of his lower jaw while the other hand pushed back the top of the robotic head. With a creak the two parts separated, opening the mouth abnormally wide and revealing the decomposing skull inside. The jaw was dangling, held together by a decaying strip of flesh still stubbornly clinging to the bones of the face. Wires could be seen running through the mouth that disappeared into the top of the skull. The green animatronic eyes stared out of the otherwise empty sockets. A few strands of course hair was all that remained on the scalp, mixing incongruously with small bits of wire poking between the seams of the bones.
The woman looked a little startled at first sight, but then she hesitated. Squinting, she leaned forward to peer more closely at the macabre vision.
"Whoa, would you look at that? Is that . . .? Nah, that can't be real!" She muttered more to herself than to him. "So, wow . . . like, how did you get that in there?"
Okay, so that wasn't the reaction he had been hoping for. Springtrap stared in disbelief as the crazed woman leaned in with her finger extended. Was she going to try to touch his corpse? Who is this woman anyway?
"What material were they using?" she asked curiously.
Springtrap snapped the head closed over his skull in irritation. She jerked her hand back, her fingers barely missed getting caught by the aluminum jaw.
"Hey!" she yelped in annoyance. "That was rude."
"Yeah, well, trying to touch my rotting corpse is rude, too," he snapped at her. "It's just like trying to look up somebody's skirt."
"So, quit lifting up your dress if you don't like people looking," the woman retorted with infuriating calm.
"Why the hell aren't you frightened?" he demanded to know. "Anyone else would have been terrified."
Blondie blinked. "Am I supposed to be?"
"Hell, yes," he yelled, slamming his fist against the wall. The table that had been propped against it slid onto the concrete floor with a bang, causing Maddie to jump. "You're supposed to be sickened by what you saw."
"Oh. Well, the workmanship is pretty good, but I've seen better special effects in B-rated movies," Blondie told him. "Besides, I know what a dead body is supposed to look like. Yours really isn't all that 'ew', if you know what I mean."
Springtrap's eyes flickered from green to red. He raised his hands in her direction, his fingers twitching with the need to strangle her. "Do you have any idea how much I want to kill you right now?"
The woman smirked. "I have an idea, yeah. I tend to get that reaction from a lot of people."
The robot lunged suddenly, and Maddie leapt back even as she raised her gun and squeezed the trigger. Water blasted out of the end of the barrel with enough force to cause a spray of sparks to erupt from his head and chest. His voice box gurgled as Maddie quickly sidestepped out of the way of his reaching arms as he stumbled past her and into one of the remaining folding tables. The table proved no match as the rabbit fell through it, crashing to the floor in a rain of bent metal and particleboard.
Madeleine didn't stick around to watch this time. Shouldering her Super Soaker CPS 2000, she turned to run towards the lobby when a metal vise clamped around her ankle. She grunted as she hit, her water cannon skidded across the floor just beyond of her reach. Scrabbling at it with her fingers, she caught the shoulder strap even as the sparking animatronic pulled her back with a death grip on her boot.
As the burbling, water-logged bunny crawled over her, Madeleine rolled over on her back, planting her boots on the robot's torso. She was grinning as she brought the powerful water gun up between them.
"Drink this, fluffernutter!" she shouted with suitably dramatic flair.
From this close range, the water jetted out, hitting the same eye she had only just put back into place earlier that day. It popped out for a second time, and the light inside it flickered briefly as it shorted out. Maddie shoved the rabbit to the side with her legs with a groan of effort, scrambling away the moment she was free.
Victorious, Maddie climbed to her feet and spun around to shoot at him a third time only to discover the rabbit right behind her. The furiously sparking bunny swung a giant paw at her, smacking the water cannon out of her hands. She watched it arc across the room and skitter beneath one of the remaining tables.
Turning back to her attacker, Madeleine smiled nervously. "Heh, sorry about that eye, buddy."
A staticky roar was her only warning. Quick reflexes allowed Maddie to duck the wildly swinging arm, and it smashed a hole in the ancient drywall instead of her head. Blinking in wonder at the carnage the animatronic had left behind, a lightbulb went off inside her brain.
Why wait for tomorrow to finish in here? she decided.
Madeleine had learned over the course of her young life that to maintain her fragile sanity, she had to always search for that silver lining wherever she might find it – and brother, she'd had to look in some pretty cruddy places for it. Some of those times, she had been forced to squint to see it, but it had never failed to appear. Right now, that lining was in the shape of an extremely scruffy-looking rabbit.
She backed up a couple of steps but carefully remaining within range of the seething hallucination.
Holding a hand out and rubbing her fingers together, Maddie whistled for her assailant to follow. "Here, boy," she called sweetly. "Come this way."
The remaining eye flashed red and the rampaging rabbit charged in her direction. Maddie waited until the last second before leaping to the side. A cloud of drywall dust filled the air. Coughing, she waved it away, and noted with satisfaction the large hole left behind by the robot. A single red light shone through the darkness as the animatronic turned in her direction.
That's the way, she thought happily. We still have more room to go. What she said, however, was "You missed!"
Another roar followed as the robot charged a second time, taking out another large section of wall that had been marked for demolition. Maddie squealed as she darted toward another part of the room that had to go. The heavy clomps were closing in on her when she threw her body out of the way. As she had suspected, the robot couldn't stop on a dime and it slammed through more drywall and wood.
She couldn't help grinning. He was better than a wrecking ball. At this rate, they would have the room cleared in an hour. Then, the light from her discarded phone went out.
"Well, shoot," she muttered.
It was tricky, but the rabbit had been willing, bounding after her every time she made a noise. Without light, Maddie had to be careful not to corner herself before setting the angry animatronic on another rampage. She couldn't see much more than the outlines of things – well, that and the one red eye from her rusty companion. The eye illuminated a small space right in front of him and enabled her to time her movements just enough to avoid being squished into jelly by its owner.
Rolling out of the way, ducking beneath outstretched arms, or between metal legs, Madeleine kept up until her hand landed on a familiarly-shaped object. Her phone! Activating it, Maddie looked around her with satisfaction. With only a few supports remaining, most of the walls of the room and its leftover contents had been demolished. Wouldn't Mac and the boys be surprised tomorrow?
Spotting her bag and the water cannon where they had been kicked into a corner, Madeleine trotted over to retrieve them. A crunching sound of a heavy metal foot stepping on a piece of shredded drywall was her only warning, Maddie dropped to her knees just as the forgotten rabbit reached for her. She covered her head with her arms as he overbalanced and fell over her crouching figure. The resulting noise of his crash into the floor set her ears ringing.
She scrambled to her feet as the robotic head swung towards her. "Why are you so angry?" she blurted.
"Why don't you just fucking die already?" he answered with a question of his own, struggling for the hundredth time to his feet.
Maddie frowned as she backed up. "Language!"
The animatronic roared as he charged at her again. Maddie feinted left and then moved right, but the crusty rabbit was ready for her. His arm shot out, his hand grazing her cheek as she attempted to dodge.
"I was close that time," he said, looking down at a few strands of the woman's hair stuck in the joints of his fingers. "Next time, I'm going to pop your fucking skull like a grape."
He turned around to locate his prey when a folding metal chair slammed into his face with a resounding clang that echoed throughout the hollowed building.
"I said to – watch – your - LANGUAGE!" Madeleine shouted as she hit him again and then, again.
It was the animatronic's turn to back up. His damaged foot caught on some of the debris and he went down on his back like a ton of bricks. He attempted to roll to his side but like the night before, he was stuck.
"Damn you!" he cursed at her.
The rabbit discovered Maddie's temper then when she narrowed her eyes at him and flung the now-broken metal chair at him. It ricocheted off his face and skittered across the floor out of reach. Good thing, or he might have flung it back at her. She blew the stray pieces of hair out of her face that came loose from her ponytail during the course of the evening and, using her phone once more, headed off to find the fuse box.
It took a moment, but Maddie found another broom. She was starting over, with the debris worse than it was in the beginning but, with the walls gone, it was worth it. And, eventually, she even located her missing iPod.
"Man, you don't know how lucky you are," she murmured conversationally to her captured audience. "I spent weeks putting together the perfect playlist for remodeling buildings."
With music once again booming in her ears, Maddie resumed her cleanup duties. Working around the stranded bunny in the center of the room, she was careful to stay out of his reach. His curses unheard and humming happily, she swept and discarded trash over the next hour.
Pulling her phone out of her pocket, Madeleine turned on the camera to inspect her appearance. The red mark from her close call could just be seen beneath the dust decorating her cheek, but the dirt still managed to cover the scar she had there rather nicely, she noted happily. Maddie tucked the free strands behind her ear and headed back to retrieve her belongings. Other than dust, the contents appeared undamaged. She picked up her water cannon. It was decidedly less helpful to her than she had hoped it would be, but Maddie already had an idea in mind for its replacement.
The nutty rabbit won't know what hit him, she snickered to herself. Madeleine turned to face her adversary to find him glaring at her with his one eye.
"Don't look at me," she scolded him. "I told you to stop cursing."
"Fuck off," the rabbit growled at her, venom in his eye.
Madeleine pulled her earbud out of one ear. "Sorry. I didn't catch that," she smiled down at him.
Making a sound remarkedly like a snarl, he tried for the thousandth time to regain his feet. Unsuccessful again, he settled back and banged his head against the exposed concrete.
"I just want to thank you for your assistance tonight, Turtle," she told him cheerfully. "I think we might even be ahead of schedule now." Obviously, frustrated, the rabbit refused to look at her now, glaring instead at the ceiling as he seethed inside his metal skin.
Picking up the rest of her belongings, Maddie slipped through the large open area into the new lobby/concession area as she headed for the door. It was nearly one o'clock in the morning and she planned to be here by eight. Her hunger long forgotten, she wanted nothing more than a shower and her bed.
"I HATE YOU!" the stranded bunny roared after her.
"I hate you, too, Turtle," she waved goodbye as she opened the door leading out to front. "I was thinking we could work on the kitchen tomorrow night. I want to move it to the other side of the building. You have a good night now, you hear?"
With any luck, when she returned in the morning, she would discover that the activities of the evening hadn't been merely the results of a bad prescription and her overactive imagination. She smiled as she left, feeling as if she had accomplished something.
The door closed behind her, leaving Springtrap alone with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company.
"I hate her . . ." he muttered into the darkness.
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