Springtrap's hand flinched before its head jolted upright. Its eyelids opened as its vision adjusted. "Where... am I?" it rasped, putting an arm out before moving it to the wall on its left. Its sensors picked up the familiar touch of fabric. Puzzled, it moved its hand up until it reached another material: plastic. "This must be clothing on a hanger," it concluded, returning its arm back to its side. "Which must mean I'm in some closet. Is this the same one as before, or am I somewhere else?"

Its eyes shifted from a random corner to whatever was right in front of him. A small, golden beam of light streamed through a crack in the doorway. Springtrap let its eyes readjust, shrugged, then gently shoved the door with one arm. It peered its head out and scanned the room. Yup. Same furniture and everything. The only difference being the sky being multi-colored and the sun broadcasting its rays through the window.

This pleasantly-lit scene should have cheered the rabbit up, but it only worsened its mood. "It... wasn't a dream, then," it muttered as it backed into its current hiding spot. "It was real. It happened. I... failed." Its neon glow dimmed as its processor dwelled on those last two words. It's body trembled. Its jaw clamped shut. A low, strained whine emitted from the voice-box. As if the weight of grief was too much to bear, its legs buckled from underneath and caused it to crumple onto the floor and into a sitting position. It wrapped its arms around its legs and began to heave a "sob".

Down in the foyer, Penny was deep in a conversation with Octavia. "So, you're telling me that it—he—was looking forward to this?" she asked with her phone in one hand and a granola bar in the other.

"You bet," Octavia answered, sighing wearily. "He even showed me some of the strategies he wrote in his journal. How to make it safe for you and him, furniture to look out for—"

"He has a journal?"

"Yeah, but I... forgot to send it with him," Octavia groaned in realization. "No wonder he was so lost when he came in. He didn't get the chance to plan properly before going inside. I guess I'll drop it off this afternoon."

Penny swallowed a bite, then sighed. "So, long story short," she resumed, "my Springtrap is a replica injected with sci-fi goop that turns him into something like a perfectionist with a soft spot for... research, I'm guessing."

"Sounds about right, yeah," Octavia chuckled sheepishly. "Hey, I know this is kinda off-topic, but could you please give him a name other than Springtrap? I've been trying to think of a name, but nothing feels right."

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," Penny replied, shaking her head. A low groan drifted down from the second floor, stopping her from forming an explanation. "I think he woke up," she whispered into the phone's speaker.

"Yup, he actually did," Octavia reported back. "I can still read his movements from my app."

"Well, I guess it's time for a proper introduction," Penny smiled nervously. "I just hope―"

"What? That he won't attack you?" Octavia sniggered. "Trust me, I turned off the battle mechanics as soon as he was inactive. The worst he can do is hug you too hard because his thinker's not working too well."

Penny nodded before putting her granola bar in her pocket. "Thanks for all the information, Octavia," she said as her head turned to the staircase. "You know, this talk was more helpful than I thought. I didn't expect you to know so much about Fazbear Entertainment already."

"Well, I was curious," Octavia replied, her voice cracking in spite of the subject matter. "Hey, Penny... Take good care of him, whatever you plan to do. He's kinda my pride and joy, y'know?"

"I understand," Penny smiled warmly. "To you, this is like sending your son―"

"He's not my son!" laughed the coder on the other end of the line. "He's just a... pet project. A very sad one, too. You better check in him before he gets any ideas about leaving."

"Very well," Penny answered. "Goodbye, Octavia. Maybe for the last time." Out of respect for the 'tough' woman's dignity, Penny hung up as soon as the last word was said. "From one crier to another," she thought to herself as she walked up that hardwood staircase. "Here we go. Deep breaths, Penny..."

Springtrap, meanwhile, had calmed down a little. The "sobbing" had ceased and his arms relaxed their grip. "I can't stay in here forever," he murmured somberly, raising his head. "But then... What am I supposed to do? Go out there and risk the chance of getting shocked again? No. I have to be more cautious. I need to leave this room, actually check my surroundings, then wait for Penny to be in a more relaxed mood. Once she's comfortable, I'll introduce myself the proper way." He waveringly rose to his feet and straightened his posture. He placed a hand on the door to push it further, but the sight of the other door's knob turning made him halt.

Penny entered the room to see Springtrap with his good ear drooped and his jaw slightly slacked open. "Did I startle you?" Penny asked, her own eyebrows raised.

"The better word that describes my emotion is 'alarm', Miss Penny," Springtrap answered, restraining his free hand from clenching his jaw shut. "You'll have to forgive me for any strange behavior. I'm not used to anything in this house." A lull of silence filled the room. Springtrap's servos whirred as he tried to keep his joints from locking up. Penny simply tapped her foot in thought. "Did it hurt?" she asked, her voice hinting both interest and concern.

"If you mean the controlled shock, not really," Springtrap shrugged. "Then again, I was prepared for it. I even had a test shock just to know what to expect. The shut-off was terrifying, but nothing that alerted the pain sensors or the remnant."

Penny's eyes widened. "I heard you liked trying things out, but this..." her voice trailed as she watched the rabbit closely. His raspy laugh sent chills down her spine. "This sounds a bit much to you?" he asked casually. "Now, that's understandable. If I were purely human, this sort of act would be considered desperate if not stupid."

"Talking about being stupid," Penny cut in, seeing her chance to apologize. "I just got off the phone with Octavia. I had no idea about all this stuff that's happened. Battle tests, nightmares, a strange shadowy rabbit..."

"Please don't bring that creature up," Springtrap growled, placing a hand to its head. "I'm still trying to understand why it's even a thing."

Penny raised her hands in compliance. "I guess I'll get us back on the right track," she said with a shaky laugh. "I'm Penny Campbell. And you are...?"

Springtrap straightened up to his full height, pushed back his flopped ear, and cleared his voice box. "Most times, I've been given the initials 'H-B', but that only stands for my full moniker," he explained calmly, gesturing to and fro with his arms.

"And that is?"

"Heart-Broken Springtrap."

"That might be too many syllables," Penny muttered to herself. "You mind if I call you HB until I can find something else?"

"Although it's been that way for weeks, I'll allow it," Springtrap sighed in spite of himself. "Now, I assume the next order of business is a house tour, yes?"

"I was thinking about it for a second," Penny admitted, gently pushing the door to the wall. "You, uh, up for it?"

"As long as I am not intruding, anything is fine by me," HB answered before bowing low. "Show me the way and I will follow."

Penny bobbed her head before leaving the room. "This guy is polite for a Springtrap," she thought as she began her descent down the staircase. "Is that the remnant or the AI...?"