Save Me

by Dark0000

Charlie (now possessing The Puppet) is absolutely convinced that John is her murderer. She is 100% sure that he is guilty and he needs to suffer. But what if things are not what they appear to be ? What if John was just a pawn all along ? Will Charlie learn that someone else is to blame for all of this ? Will the real murderer receive their punishment ?

John looked at his reflection in a pond. He looked horrible. He was now a rotting corpse trapped in a decaying robot bunny. He didn't consider himself human anymore. Nothing was human about him anymore. His heart wasn't beating. A human would have a working , beating heart. He couldn't breathe. A human could. Strangely enough , his vocal cords still worked. That shouldn't be possible. He knew how Springlock Failures worked. First , the locks themselves would snap right into you , making deep cuts all over your body and essentially stabbing you. Then , a split second later the endoskeleton along with all of the other animatronic parts as well as all that sharp steel and hard plastic will instantly be driven into your body. You'll try to scream , but you will be unable to. Your vocal cords will be severed , and your lungs will fill with your own blood until you drown in it. Your whole fucking skeleton would be pushed forward and your skull would be crushed along with your brain. Your vocal cords couldn't possibly survive that. Though , he was also using his voice box , not just his vocal cords , so that might be why he could still talk. His voice was still the same , but a bit rougher and more strained. It was also very glitchy because the voice box didn't have any maintenance in 35 years.

John heard a faint tune behind him. It was becoming louder. He recognized that tune. Pop Goes the Weasel. It sent shivers down his spine. Which , again , shouldn't have been possible because he was dead. And because he couldn't even feel anything besides pain anymore. He was completely terrified. Frozen. He couldn't move. He knew what , or rather who was coming. Charlie. She will torture him again. She was restless. Bloodthirsty. Will she torture him physically or mentally this time ? Maybe both… The tune was right behind him now. Suddenly , John felt a presence towering over him. It was funny. He knew that he was taller than her when standing up , but she was still incredibly menacing. It was part because of her appearance and part because he knew what she was capable of. And it really didn't help that he was sitting down right now. He felt a sense of impending doom. He always felt that when she appeared. It was like she emanated it. A soft voice , but filled with malice spoke behind him:

"Did you really think you could hide ? You know consequences will always come , right ? And you also know I always find you. It is like you are not even trying anymore. Has your hope for escaping died yet?" She chuckled. "Well you see… you will never escape. Consequences will come. Always. You will pay for your actions. What , do you really think I don't know what you did ? I was there. You murdered me yourself. I saw it all. Felt it all. And I will make sure you will feel 10 times the pain me and the others felt. You lived your life as if you were the only one who deserved to live. You made us cry. Made us miss our families. You used our souls and took control. You broke hearts. Who are you to do this ? Well , let me tell you who , or rather what you are. You are nothing but a criminal and always will be".

A word echoed in his mind over and over and over again: "Criminal criminal criminal. Criminal criminal criminal." The word was echoing louder now. "CRIMINAL criminal criminal. CRIMINAL CRIMINAL criminal. CRIMINA-" No. He pushed the thought out of his mind. He knew that he wasn't a criminal. Yes , he felt very guilty , but he knew for a fact that he wasn't a criminal. He never did anything illegal. Not even once in his lifetime. And he certainly didn't kill anybody. In fact , he was as much of a victim here as the poor kids and Charlie. He was used like a pawn and then killed because he was not of use anymore since the pizzeria would have shut down in 3 days. But the guilt still remained. If he wouldn't have took that damned job at the pizzeria and if he stayed away from that fucking rabbit none of this would have happened. He could have prevented this.

"No , you couldn't have. There is simply no way you could have known that taking that job could have lead to 6 kids dying. You can't see the future. You are not the one who should be blamed. Blame the golden rabbit. It caused all of this." John looked to his right. He saw the shadowy bear. His subconsciousness. Or at least , the physical interpretation of it. He saw it ever since he arrived here. It was kinda like a friend. Charlie couldn't see it. Nor could she hear it. That's why John never directly looked at the shadow or actually talked with it. It was right. There was simply no way he could have prevented this. He couldn't be blamed for this.

"Oh , but are you sure about that ? You knew nothing good could come up when taking that job. You knew about the bad reputation of that pizzeria chain. You knew that one of the animatronics bit off a child's head leaving him in a coma. And that child wasn't just anyone. He was the owner's son. You knew about the second Bite. There's no way you didn't know. It was all over the news. One of the animatronics seriously malfunctioned and lunged at an employee and bit off his frontal lobe. You knew about the owner's daughter accidentally getting killed by Circus Baby. You read the article about SpringBonnie starting to move at night. You even saw a video of it. And to make things worse , when you found out that SpringBonnie was actually alive and willing to murder kids you didn't do anything. You just continued with your job. You didn't even inform the higher-ups about SpringBonnie being alive. You couldn't have prevented this ? Bullshit." John heard the loud but calm voice to his left. He saw the shadowy bunny. He knew what that was. His guilt in a physical form. He thought about the bunny's words. He was also right. John was always aware of the reputation of the pizzeria chain. It was obvious that taking a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was a huge mistake. And yes , he didn't do anything when he found out about SpringBonnie's intentions. He really was a piece of shit , wasn't he ? Hell , he was a criminal , just like how Charlie said.

"It is true that you were aware of the true nature of the pizzeria chain , but you couldn't have foreseen 6 kids dying. As bad as the company was , no one could have ever imagined this would happen. Sure , it happened before , but people just shrugged it off and said that the parents should have looked after their children. Other people took a job there too , and they also knew about all of the incidents. And you know what ? There is actually a reason why you didn't inform anyone about SpringBonnie being alive and murderous. It threatened you. It told you that if you spoke about it's plans your little brother would die. It further manipulated you with lies and deception. This wasn't your fault and it still isn't."

Charlie could see John was battling with his mind. She wasn't aware of Shadow Freddy and Shadow Bonnie , but she could clearly see that John was torn from the inside with guilt. She was satisfied. She loved playing around with his mind. She loved making him hate himself. He deserved it after all. He was a murderer. He caused so much pain and suffering. Charlie couldn't smile because her mask simply didn't allow her to , but if she could , her smile would have stretched out to her ears. If she had ears. She took a lot of joy in seeing him suffer. She loved seeing him suffer so much that it actually scared her sometimes. She knew this was not normal. No one could gather so much joy from tormenting a person. Not even psychopaths. She knew she was fucked up. But she didn't care. The girl always told herself that it was normal. And after all , he deserved all of this. He was a murderer. There is no mercy for trash like him. She was proud of herself. She delivered justice. She avenged her dead friends. Yes , it is true that they never needed to get avenged. That is absolutely true and no one could argue with that. They instantly went to haven. More or less. They stood on Earth for 2 months trying to tell Charlie that it wasn't John's fault and that she shouldn't wait until he woke up to trap him in a pocket dimension. But Charlie still felt the need to make him feel the pain that they did. She was very happy now. She couldn't wait to see how she could torture him today. She let out a giggle.

While Charlie felt like in haven , John was having a war with himself. He knew he was guilty , but not completely guilty. Sure , he took the job even though he knew about the incidents and he didn't communicate with anyone about SpringBonnie's murderous intentions. But he never even could have fought back. His little brother would have died. "Is the life of one child more precious than the lives of 6 children ? 6 does not equal 1." But that wasn't the only reason why he didn't say anything. SpringBonnie told him things he desperately wanted to forget. It told him what it was going to do to his parents , then his neighbours and even his work colleague who hated him. SpringBonnie was the pure definition of evil. Not even the most insane person that ever existed or will exist would do the things SpringBonnie said it would do. The most fucked up torturer who ever existed would run away in fear screaming at the top of their lungs if they heard the things SpringBonnie said. That mechanical bunny was the true villain here. Not John. Sure , John could have been blamed for a few things , but in the end he was just another chess piece in this whole 'game'. At least , that's how SpringBonnie always saw it. It saw this whole murdering thing as just a game. Though , it wasn't like it was clueless about what it was doing or the consequences behind it. SpringBonnie always knew what killing was and how wrong it was. It is just that it didn't care. John knew what he had to do. He will fight back. He did that before , but it never worked. Charlie always ended up torturing him. She either cut him up into little bitty pieces , froze him 'till his blood ran cold , stabbed him with a rusty , unsharpened knife until his heart stopped pumping , electrocuted him , boiled him alive , asphyxiated him , or worst of all: made him feel a Springlock Failure . But that's only 1% of what she was capable of when she was mad. Though , maybe she will understand this time. He began speaking:

"Loo-o-o-ooo-k Cha-a-a-rlie , I-i-i neve-eeeeee-r wanted-ed-ed any-yy-y of this. I ne-e-ever wa-a-aaa-nted thi-i-i-ings to go-o this wa-a-a-a-y." He punched his voice box. It was always glitchy , but sometimes it just felt like it was giving up.

"I-if I knew 6 kids wou-u-uld get murde-eee-red I would have ra-a-an away fro-oo-om that cu-cursed pi-i-zzeria-a. You-u know the story-yyy-y. Tha-aa-at motherfu-uuucker posse-e-essed me and-and-and he ma-a-ade me mu-u-rder those poor kids. Tell me , i-if you-uuu were in my-y possitio-o-on would you-u have e-e-ever imagi-i-ned that people would die-e ? Of cou-u-urse not. Yo-o-o-ou would have took the-e job too-o. Di-iiid you see the-e salary-y ?" John knew this won't work. He tried reasoning with her before. Exactly 204863 times. It never worked. He still didn't understand why she was so hellbent on making him suffer. Sure , she and the others died because of him. But no sane person tortures someone for 5 fucking years. Charlie looked angrily at him.

"Do you think I am fucking stupid ? I know you murdered us and I bet you enjoyed every single moment of it. Because you are a sick bastard. You are messed up. I know you would do it all over again if you had the chance to. You don't deserve forgiveness. But you know who does ? ME ! I never did anything to make you kill me. I just wanted to live. That's it. That's all I ever wanted. I only wanted to live. I was happy with just that. But you took that away from me. You took it away from my friends ! I should make you experience another Springlock Failure because you are treating me like I was born yesterday." She laughed in madness and pure insanity. She always loved that. She loved hearing him scream and choke on his own blood until he didn't have any more energy left in his body to scream. She loved seeing his blood splatter on the floor or spew out like a fountain. She loved seeing his flesh being ripped apart by the springlocks. She loved seeing him jitter inside the Springlock Suit because of all of the springlocks being launched inside his body. It was truly a wonderful show. But there was something she loved just as much. She loved hearing him beg. Seeing him powerless was like music to her. She let out an insane laugh.

"Yeah that's right. A Springlock Failure. You don't want that , do you ? Well if you don't want to experience that again you will have to do a little something for me. Listen very carefully scum. Here you are in my kingdom and I am your lord. And now I order you to cower and pray/prey." The last word sounded glitched. It was like she wanted to say both "pray" and "prey" at the same time. John knew better than arguing with her. Doing as she said would be the best course of action. He dropped to his knees and held out his hands towards her as if praying:

"Ple-e-ease Charlie-"

"IT IS MISS EMILY TO YOU , YOU PIECE OF TRASH !"

"O-of course. Please Mi-i-iss Emily , forgive me-e for be-eee-eing such a-a filthy-y bug. Do-on't hu-uu-urt me , I be-eeeg you. I promise no-ooot to ru-un away from my pu-uuunish-men-ment anymore. I deserve a-all of this-is. Please , your ma-a-ajesty , I beg o-of you , have me-eercy-y on me." She always loved being called a queen or something of a very high and/or royal rank. Her ego reached the fucking moon. But she didn't seem impressed though. In fact , she seemed angry. John turned back to reasoning. It was his only other option.

"I was ju-uust an i-inocent man , you-u see. I plea-ad of you ha-a-ave sympathy-y-y on me !" Her cold expression remained. John froze. He didn't manage to convince her not to make him experience a Springlock Failure. If his heart would have been still beating it would have stopped.

"You didn't do good enough. You know what happens next , don't you ? Though , this time you did such a horrible job that I have something even worse for you ready. Tell me , how would you like to see your life again ? What about your family members ? I bet you miss them." John started screaming in terror. No. Anything but that. He would take the Springlock Failures any time instead of that. But before he could argue with her the world around him changed.

He was back in his old room. He saw the younger him sitting in the bed watching the TV. That's all he ever did. Just watched the TV. All day. He didn't contribute with anything around the house. He was always a lazy motherfucker. The room was dark. It must have been late at night. John looked at a calendar. 20th of January 1989. Oh no. John recognized that date. He clearly remembered the events which took place that night. He desperately tried to forget that night , but he never could. Not after what he did. Suddenly , the phone ringed. The younger John picked it up and mumbled a lazy "hello ?".

"Hey man , what's up ? How are you doing ?" Somehow , John could hear the person on the phone even though he wasn't the one holding it , but the younger him. He instantly recognized the voice. It was Dylan. Him and Dylan were friends. Well , not really friends , since they never really talked. In fact , John was only 'friends' with Dylan because he was sometimes lonely and bored and wanted to chat with someone , that person being Dylan. But they never talked much. The thing is , John didn't care about Dylan that much. If Dylan ever asked for a favor he would never have helped him. Dylan was only company to John. The younger him responded.

"Eh. I've been alright. What about you ?"

"I was… fine. I'll survive. Look , can you please do me a favor ? Please , it's not much. Listen , my parents got drunk again and they kicked me out. I am very cold and I cannot go back since they are still drunk. Besides , I don't even have my keys with me. I have left them home. Listen , could I please crash at your place ? Please , I am very cold. I have called the others , but none of them picked up the phone. You are my last option , man. I can't feel my hands and legs anymore. I will leave in the morning. Please man , I am desperate." The younger John seemed annoyed.

"Sorry man , but you can't. I uhhh… Have a lot of work to do." That was such a shitty excuse. Him being busy had nothing to do with Dylan just remaining there for the rest of the night. He could still do his 'work' even with Dylan being there. In fact , he didn't even have any work to do. He just didn't want Dylan around. He wanted to be left alone. But he obviously couldn't be with Dylan being present.

"Please man , I won't bother you. You can do whatever you need to do and I will stay quiet. I promise I will leave as fast as I can. I am so cold…"

"Sorry dude , you can't. I uhhh… shit. It's just that I have to get a lot of work done , you see ? Sorry. Don't worry , you will survive. Just go inside a shop or something until the weather calms down. Gotta go dude , see ya !" With that , the younger John went back to watching the TV. He could now finally relax. The older John looked out the window. It was heavily snowing and the wind blew like it was the end of the world.

Suddenly , the room was engulfed in light. John soon realized that it was now daytime. He looked at a nearby clock. 2:00 PM. The younger him was watching the news. They were about Dylan. He was found dead in the snow. Died of Hypothermia. It was believed he also suffered of Frostbite. John was furious at his past self. He used to be such a piece of shit. He wouldn't have helped out a friend in need who only wanted a shelter because he was freezing to death , because he only cared about himself. He used to be such a selfish motherfucker. Only caring for himself. Never thinking about the others. But now he was changed. Completely changed. He was a different man. If he could have went back and fixed his mistakes he would have. But he couldn't. Such a thing was impossible. He was devasted. How could he have done that ? The guilt was plaguing him. If he could have cried he would have. But he couldn't. Dead people can't cry. Shadow Bonnie appeared behind him , slightly to the left , as always. He was bigger and stronger than ever. He fed on John's guilt. In fact , Shadow Bonnie was made completely out of John's guilt. There was literally nothing else. Just pure guilt taking the form of a bunny. Why a bunny ? Maybe because John associated his guilt with the thing that destroyed his and many other people's lives. A bunny. If you would take that out of context it would sound funny and most of all: ridiculous. How could a bunny ever cause so much chaos and suffering ? How could a bunny cause people to die ? But SpringBonnie was no ordinary bunny. No. It was pure and unaltered evil. It was a nightmare. So now John was unconsciously projecting the guilt he felt in the form of that nightmare. Well , not exactly in the form of the nightmare that SpringBonnie was. But in the form of the closest thing to it. Even though Classic Bonnie looked a lot more like SpringBonnie than Toy Bonnie did. Still , the shadow approached John.

"What kind of friend were you ? Were you completely soulless ? Was there a heart inside you , or were you hollow ? Have you ever cared for him in the first place ? Could you even be called a human ? A human would never let his friend die. Especially not if it is a simple request such as Dylan's was. Only a monster would do that. Why did you decide to be a monster ? Have you even thought about the consequences of your actions when you refused to help Dylan ?" John was absolutely crushed with guilt. This surprised Charlie. How could he feel guilt ? He was a monster. Killers like him never feel guilt. So how did this criminal feel that emotion ? He had to be completely empty on the inside. Of course he didn't have feelings. So , obviously , nothing could hurt him. At least not mentally. Sure , she could make him hate himself , but to feel guilt ? That was impossible. Though , a thought crossed her mind. Isn't hating yourself and feeling guilt the same thing ? Something told her that it was. And even if it wasn't , those 2 feelings were very similar and related. Still , she pushed away the thought. She had work to do. And that was torturing the scum. Charlie looked with disgust at him.

"You know , no matter how many times I watch this scene , I always end up amazed at your selfishness. Do you have any comments on this ?"

"No. I-i do-oo-ont. Just ge-et me out of-of here."

"Fine. Remember , this was your choice. You wanted this. Don't blame me later"

And with that he was in a different place. He was in a small , filthy , old room , which looked like it could collapse at any moment. It had a small bed , a tiny table with a bowl of rice and a small drawer. The rest of the room was empty. Though , it wasn't like you could fit anything else inside of it. John recognized the room. He could clearly remember it. This was where him , his younger brother Tom , and his mother moved in , after his mother's husband left her and abandoned her for a younger woman. She couldn't afford the house anymore , so she moved here. This was 2 years after the incident with Dylan. The older John saw himself and his little brother along with his mother approach the small bowl of rice and start eating. It definitely wasn't enough food to satisfy their hunger , but they would survive. It wasn't like they could afford more. Hell , they didn't even have enough money to buy their own bowls for food. The room was suddenly dark. It was nighttime. Little Tom and his mother slept in the bed , while John slept on the floor. They couldn't all fit in the bed as it was very small , so one of them had to sleep on the floor. John's mother always offered to sleep on the floor so her sons could be comfortable and happy and sleep well in the bed. But John always said that it was fine and that he could sleep on the floor. He said he didn't mind sleeping on the floor and that it was actually kind of comfortable. It obviously wasn't for him , but he still insisted to sleep on the floor. He always said that his mother deserved to sleep on the bed more than him. She was always working so hard and she always put so much effort into keeping him and his brother safe and happy. She always woke up at 5:00 AM , went to work , and came back home at 12:00 in the night. Every. Single. Time. She put so much effort while he didn't do anything. Of course , he could have gone to work. He could easily find a job. He was 18 and he graduated school. Of course , he might not have found a good job which paid well. He had to complete college and even a university for that. But even a small salary was enough. He could have contributed with something. He could have helped out his mother and bringed some money home. But he didn't. He never went out to look for a job because he was very lazy. He never actually tried. That is why his mother deserved to sleep in the bed more than him. She actually did something. She tried her best. He didn't. John looked with immense guilt at the scene.

Shadow Bonnie was blacker and bigger and stronger than ever. (Author's note: get your mind out of the gutter dammit. This is serious. I can't believe you are grinning at this shit.) He was right behind John slightly to the left. John was absolutely crushed with guilt. He knew he used to be such a piece of shit. Never doing anything. Never helping out others. Never contributing. Only using others. Like a parasite. He was drowned by emotions. Remorse. Anger. Sadness. Disappointment. Grief. Agony. If he could have cried he would have. But , again , dead people can't cry. Charlie was catched off guard. What she was seeing was beyond her apprehension. John was actually feeling regret. This completely baffled her. John , the criminal. John , who stole away her friends' lives as well as hers. John , who never made a sound when he was tortured besides when a Springlock Failure happened , because he was absolutely empty , heartless and couldn't feel anything but a never ending thirst for blood and murder. That John was feeling regret and guilt. This made no sense. How could this be possible ? She didn't understand a damn thing. This was impossible. John was a murderer and nothing more. Right ? He couldn't feel any emotions because he wasn't human. He was a monster. Right ? So how did this happen ? Did he actually have feelings ?

No. No , of course not. It all made sense now. Of course he didn't. It was all a trick. It was a lie. He tried to manipulate her. That scum tried to pretend that he was feeling guilty so she will let him go and so he could create chaos and havoc. She won't let him do that. Who did he think he was ? Suddenly , an idea came into her mind. She knew what she had to do. She will show him his darkest , most hated memory. That will make him feel unimaginable pain. But she didn't want to do that immediately. She wanted to play with him for a bit. She will show him the present. She will show him how his mother is doing. Of course , that might sound good for him at first , but she knew the state his mother was in and he didn't. Oh this was going to be good. After she will show him the situation of his mother she will strike and remind him of what happened 38 years ago. Oh how lovely that will be. She will enjoy every single second of it. It will be Haven for her , but it will be Hell for him. Sometimes she wishes she could just put her hands around his neck and just squeeze the life out of his lungs , but of course , if she ever did that she would be releasing him from this Hell ! And she doesn't want to do that. And besides , she won't have a toy to play with anymore. But this time she will be able to play with him and it is going to be so satisfying. She can't wait to see him fall to his knees and attempt to cry , but he won't be able to. Oh , maybe he will even try to kill himself ! That would be fun ! But he won't be able to , because she won't let him and he will beg her to let him die. And she will not accept his pleas. And he is going to start imploring her to either forgive him and let him get out of this pocket dimension or let him kill himself if she won't kill him. Oh that will be music to her ears. If she could sadistically grin , her grin would have made a war veteran shit his pants. But she was unable to so she just settled on giggling. His little horror story has just begun. She knew she needed a plan. If she wanted to make this fun she had to earn his trust so that she will break it and shatter it into millions of tiny pieces. And to do that , she will have to act like she cares for him. Like she is sorry for what she did to him. Like she wants to make peace with him and be friends with him. Of course , she won't have to pretend to be extra nice. She will only have to pretend that she gives a shit about him (which she absolutely doesn't). That will be more than enough. She knows he desperately wants to be friends with her and make peace. She also knows he is starved for a person to care for him. His parents were the only ones who cared for him. And that is an overstatement. His parents rarely ever did that. Sure , they wanted him to be happy and safe , but they rarely ever cared about him. This will be ridiculously easy.

"That's actually kinda sad , scum. Sorry. Didn't mean that. It is in my habit to call you that. But really , I am not joking. I feel bad for you. That is sad. I didn't know you went through all of that." Her voice became softer. More gentle. "You went through a lot of stuff. And you didn't deserve any of that , and you know it. You are a good guy , John. I know that for a fact. You… probably miss your mother, don't you ? I know that feeling. I often miss my dad too. Oh ! I have an idea ! I know exactly what will cheer you up. How about we visit your mother , the one from the present ? To see how she is doing. What do you think John ? Wanna come ?" John was off put by this. This was strange. Charlie wasn't mean for once. She didn't say hurtful words , and she seemed to care. That made no sense. And she even called him by his name ! That was a first. She always either called him "scum" , "criminal" or "murderer". Of course , she had many other names for him , but these were the things she called him most of the time. Maybe she did care after all. Maybe she wanted peace. Maybe he could befriend her. Did she finally see that he wasn't all bad ? That he didn't murder all of those kids and her ? That it was someone else pulling the strings (pun not intended) ? He knew he made lots of mistakes and that he used to be a horrible human being , but he changed. He wasn't the same. Especially after what happened to little Tom… John shuddered at the memory. Perhaps some things are better left forgotten. For now. It wasn't like he could do much right now. Especially not trapped in this place. Though , if things work out with Charlie maybe she will let him leave. He just needs to prove to her that he is not that bad. That he is just another guy like any others who just so happened to have come in contact with probably the most evil thing in the world besides the Devil himself. He still hated that damn rabbit. That thing caused so much suffering to him and many others. That fucking golden bunny broke everything. It looked innocent enough , but on the inside it was pure evil. Those green haunting eyes still sent shivers down his spine to this day. And it was downright terrifying to think that it could actually wake up at any given moment since it was in Animatronic Mode. It could kill Charlie , escape this place and then murder dozens of kids and even adults. John had to make sure that if such a thing would happen he would be able to slow it down or even attempt to take back control of the suit. He then thought of Charlie's behavior. Maybe she didn't consider him an enemy anymore. Maybe she saw the good in him. If he got Charlie on his side , they would definitely be able to stop SpringBonnie if it woke up and decided to escape the pocket dimension. He then approached Charlie. Things finally worked out the end. And he was very happy and grateful for that.

"Yes , I think it would be a good idea. Let's go." His voice box didn't even glitch ! This was very good. Charlie giggled. Things were going great. He actually thought she gave a shit about him. She was surprised that nothing went wrong. Oh , she was such a great actor. She was amazing at this. But even though she was a great actor this was incredibly tiring for her. Pretending that she actually cared about him drained her of all her energy. But still. She had to keep up the act if she wanted to make things fun. She grabbed his hand and teleported herself and him then made themselves invisible and inaudible. They were in front of a filthy old house. Big chunks of the walls were missing. The inner workings of the house could be visible. It looked like even a light breeze could make it collapse. John recognized the house. It was the one he lived in when his mother didn't have any money. Though , it looked even worse than last time he saw it. He went in. The house was the same , but in a worse condition. He saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed , in front of the table counting money. It looked like things didn't work out well for her. In fact , it looked like things were worse. Strangely enough , his little brother Tom was nowhere to be seen. This confused John. He should have been here , but he wasn't. Though , maybe he lived somewhere else now. A very long time passed. Maybe he had a wife and kids. Maybe he was dead… It would make sense. The doctor told John that Tom had 10 years maximum. John approached his mother. She was skinnier than last time and she looked like hasn't slept in weeks. She was very old now and weak. Barely hanging on. How old was she now ? 80 ? 90 ? Was she still going to work ? Maybe. After all , the pension can't possibly be that good , since the place she worked at wasn't the best. It immensely hurt John to see his mother like that. She counted the money again and again and again. And each time she did , she looked more and more stressed out. John quickly realized what was happening. She didn't have enough money to pay for the house. In the end she broke down crying. She cried for minutes until the crying turned into sobs. John couldn't bear this. He wanted to get out of here. He needed to leave. He was blaming himself for all of this. His guilt was rising with each passing second. Shadow Bonnnie appeared again behind him.

"This is all your fault. You can't blame anyone but yourself for this. You should die. It would do the world a favor. Charlie would be happier. No one would be at the risk of SpringBonnie waking up and escaping this place. It would kill Charlie , get to the real world , and then create chaos and murder people." John thought about the shadow's words. He didn't know that dying or killing himself would be an awful idea. It would make things easier for SpringBonnie to escape the pocket dimension since John wouldn't be able to fight back because he would be dead. But he didn't know this. So he thought that dying would keep everyone safe. And about SpringBonnie escaping… that was a very high possibility , since the suit was now in Animatronic Mode. And the thought that it could wake up at any given moment terrified John to no end. In fact , he was surprised it didn't wake up until now. It was 100% capable of doing that right this second. Usually SpringBonnie woke up 10 seconds after being switched to Animatronic Mode. So why didn't it wake up until now ? Except he did…

"You don't want SpringBonnie to wake up and escape , do you ? You know that would be very possible. It happened before after all , you know ? It woke up and gave a sign that it was still alive. You remember , right ? Exactly 10. Months. Back." John perfectly remembered the event.

He was loosing time by the pond. He wasn't actively hiding from Charlie. He knew she would find him later on anyway. He wasn't really doing anything. He was lost in his thoughts. But then suddenly , John felt like he wasn't in control the suit anymore. He wasn't absolutely sure , because he didn't even try to move to check , but it was just a feeling that told him that he had no control anymore. He also felt a sense of hopelessness. He tried to move , but he couldn't. He was completely frozen. But then suddenly , the suit stood up , perfectly straight. It then made a few more movements and gestures as if it was entertaining a group of kids. Immediately after that the suit spoke:

"Hey kids ! If you want a free token , you have to give me a big , old hug !" Strangely enough , the suit spoke in it's usual , deep and goofy voice it used when entertaining kids. What was strange about that was that this wasn't it's real voice. SpringBonnie only spoke in it's real voice when it was next to John. He still didn't know why SpringBonnie did that. (Author's note: to understand what SpringBonnie's real voice sounds like , think of the voice in Turmoil by DHeusta. That's his real voice but with the added details below. I hope I will give you guys a good feeling of what I imagine SpringBonnie's real voice sounded like.) It's real voice was more high pitched than the one it used when entertaining kids. But it wasn't too high pitched. It was high pitched enough to sound human , but deep enough to send shivers down your spine every time you heard it. It sounded 20% robotic and 80% human , something all of the other robots lacked. It was scary how human it sounded. It sounded highly manipulative and cold , but if SpringBonnie wanted to , it could make it's voice warmer and friendlier. Though , it rarely ever did that. It's voice sounded twisted and evil. It made you feel incredibly intimidated , even though SpringBonnie wasn't actually trying to achieve that. It gave off a feeling of wrongness. As in the feeling that something really evil and dark and immensely wrong was going on , but you couldn't quite put your finger on it. John was quite honestly scared. Any person would be if they knew what SpringBonnie was capable of. The animatronic just turned on , spoke , and then turned off. John was very dizzy. He didn't know why. But this was very bad. SpringBonnie either awakened , but not fully , or it was completely awake and very much capable of escaping and murdering a bunch of people , but didn't to because it wanted to toy around with John and make him think that everything was fine when it really wasn't and only gave a small clue to make John ask himself what is going on and stress out a bit. If his first theory was correct , than he and Charlie , as well as the rest of humanity were fucked , but they still had a chance to stop it. If his second theory was true , than death and destruction was imminent and they had no way of stopping SpringBonnie. John had to come up with a plan. Maybe if he got Charlie on his side he could stop SpringBonnie , but that would be easier said than done. Charlie would never believe him. But for some odd reason , John had a sudden urge to just ignore everything and pretend that nothing happened. He didn't know why he was feeling that , but the feeling grew stronger and stronger until it engulfed him. So he did. He forgot about the whole event and never remembered one , single detail. Until now.

How could he have forgot about that whole thing ? He knew that usually he would have remembered such an event for a very long time. So this was all very strange. He had to stop SpringBonnie. He had to find a way to save the people back in the real world. For once , he was grateful that he was trapped into a pocket dimension. This way , it would be harder for SpringBonnie to get out if it decided to. No. When it decided to. Because if SpringBonnie already woke up , then it will surely do it again and it will bring Hell on Earth. He started planning. He was so deep in his thought that he didn't notice Charlie staring at him. She could see that he felt very guilty and that now he was deeply thinking. She decided this would be a good time to drop the act and finally have some fun.

"Are you happy with yourself ? Look what you did. If you didn't decide to be a murdering maniac , I wouldn't have had to trap you here and you could have helped out your mom. Did you see how stressed out she was ? If you had been there she wouldn't have been stressed out. She would've had some time to relax and be happy. She could have rested for a bit after so many hours of constant work. You could have bringed some money home. But no. Of course you had to be a psychopathic killer and murder the others and me. What did we ever do to you ? You bringed this upon yourself and upon your poor mother. How twisted and messed up can you be ? You are a horrible person and you know it. Good thing you are trapped here , because if you wouldn't I'm sure you would've murdered thousands of people. You know , I was thinking that killing you would make everyone a favor. They wouldn't be at the risk of you escaping and taking the most precious thing they have , which is life. But then I realized: scum like you don't deserve the sweet release of death. You created so much suffering. And you need to pay for all of that. You took away my friends while forcing me to watch it all. You then made sure our souls will be bound to the animatronics so that we will go through even more pain. You must know what it felt like since you are in the same situation we were in. It was torture. You then gained their trust. Again. I don't know how. You must have set up a trap , I don't know what it was. You set them free. Destroyed their prisons. But that was only so you could gain their trust and get them to be on your side. You brainwashed them. That would be the only explanation. I can't see any other reason why they would have believed and trusted you. They tried stopping me from trapping you in this place. They tried stopping me from delivering justice. They didn't know how much of a monster you were. I still don't understand how they took your side. Sure , it is true that you brainwashed them , but I doubt that they would trust you that much , even after a brainwash. After all , you were the one who killed them. They told me that it wasn't your fault. That they realized what actually happened. They fucking believed your lies ! They believed that bullshit story you keep telling me. How did you do that ? How did you make them believe you ? It doesn't make any sense. How could have they believed their own murderer ? They didn't understand why I was so hellbent on making you suffer , just like how I didn't understand why they took your side. Eventually they gave up and left. Went to haven. You made them leave me alone. It must have been you. Otherwise they would have never abandoned their friend like that. You murdered them , made me see all of that , brainwashed them , and then made them abandon me. It is only now that I understand the depth of the depravity of this… creature , this monster that you are. As if what you already have done wasn't enough , you found another way to desecrate , to humiliate , to destroy. Why ? Just… why ? What did we ever do to you ? WHY DID YOU MURDER US !? WAS IT ANGER !? HATE !? DID YOU WANT TO HEAR US SCREAM ? DID YOU WANT TO SEE OUR BLOOD FLOW OUT LIKE A RIVER ? DID YOU WANT TO SATISFY YOUR MORBID THIRST FOR BLOOD AND PAIN ? DID IT MAKE YOU HAPPY ? BECAUSE IT SURE AS HELL SEEMED SO ! I CAN HEAR THAT DEMENTED LAUGH YOU LET OUT WHILE SUSIE SCREAMED AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS EVERY FUCKING MINUTE ! THAT MOCKING , VICTORIOUS LAUGH ! I COULD SEE THE SATISFACTION ON YOUR FACE WHILE YOU TWISTED THE KNIFE INSIDE JEREMY'S CHEST ! I COULD SEE THE SHEER AND UTTER HAPPINESS WHEN YOU PLUNGED THAT KNIFE INSIDE GABRIEL'S SKULL ! AND LET'S NOT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE TORTURE YOU MADE THEM AND ME GO THROUGH ! REMEMBER WHEN YOU MADE GABRIEL DRINK GASOLINE AND THROWED A MATCH TOWARDS HIM ? IT BURNED HIS INSIDES , BUT IT DIDN'T KILL HIM. NOT UNTIL YOU IMPALED HIS SKULL LIKE IT WAS NOTHING. REMEMBER WHEN YOU DESKINNED JEREMY'S TORSO ? REMEMBER WHEN YOU DROWNED SUSIE LONG ENOUGH FOR HER TO PASS OUT BUT NOT TO DIE ? REMEMBER WHEN YOU SLICED OFF FRITZ'S HAND AND SHOVED A HOOK INSIDE IT ? REMEMBER WHEN YOU STABBED HIM IN THE EYE AND STITCHED AN EYEPATCH OVER IT ? OVER HIS FUCKING SKIN !? YOU MOCKED HIM IN THE MOST MORBID WAY POSSIBLE ! OH , AND THAT WAS NOT THE END OF IT. WHILE YOU DID ALL OF THAT SHIT YOU SANG THAT STUPID FUCKING SONG. REMEMBER IT ? "You can be a pirate , but first , you have to lose an eye and an aaaaaarrrrrrrrm". YOU ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING ! REMEMBER HOW YOU SLICED MY THROAT DEEP ENOUGH TO HURT LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH BUT NOT DEEP ENOUGH TO KILL ME AFTER WHICH YOU SHOVED A FUCKING GUN INSIDE MY MOUTH AND WATCHED ME STRUGGLE TO GET IT OUT WHILE BEGGING YOU FOR MERCY ? BUT WHAT MERCY DID I GET ? WHAT FUCKING MERCY ? YOU PULLED THE FUCKING TRIGGER WITHOUT A SECOND OF THOUGHT ! I'LL MAKE SURE YOU WILL FEEL THE WORST FUCKING PAIN EVER , YOU SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH !" After that she let out a demonic scream. And with that Charlie pulled out John's soul and started ripping it apart. John screamed out in pain. This was the worst pain he has ever felt in his life. None of Charlie's tortures were as painful as this one. This was the first time she did this , so it surprised John. He punched the ground in pain over and over and over again. But the pain never resided. In fact , it seemed to become stronger. John shouted out in a highly pained voice:

"Me-eee-ercy ! Plea-aase ! Mercy-y ! AAAAAAA-A-A-AAA-AA-AHH ! No-o mo-oooooore ! I be-eeg you-u-u , ju-uuu-ust ki-iiill me-e alre-eee-ady-y Mi-iiiss E-emily-y-y ! A-A-AAA-AA-AAAAAHH ! I-i-i ca-aaan't ta-aake thi-i-i-is any-y-more-more ! Ju-uust le-eet me-e die-e ! A-A-AAAA-A-AA-A-AAAAHH ! I-I wi-ii-iiil do-o a-a-anythi-ing you-u wa-ant me-e to do-o-o ! Ju-uust plea-aase let me-e di-i-ie ! Plea-aa-ase !" The screams echoed in the whole dimension. And while it is true that the place was called a pocket dimension , it was still fairly big. But his screams were like music to her ears. She ripped apart his soul until there was nothing left of it , restored it , and ripped it apart again. This went on for 5 hours. But those 5 hours felt like an eternity for John. Meanwhile for Charlie , they felt like 5 minutes. But she wasn't satisfied yet. She also wanted to damage his body. So she took him out of his suit and started deskinning him. After that she burned him and throwed salt at his wounds and then drowned him in boiling oil. This was the most fun she ever had. For the cherry on the top she crucified him and then punched him until every bone and rib in his chest were shattered. After that John stopped screaming. He realized that screaming won't do anything. That wasn't the reason why he never screamed during he torture. In fact , the reason why he never screamed was because he was ignoring the pain. But now it was harder than ever. Still , he didn't scream because he simply had no reason to. He realized it was pointless. So after Charlie realized she won't be getting a reaction out of him she took on a different approach. She decided to do the thing she earlier wanted to do: show him his worst memory. That will surely get a reaction out of him. Oh , how he will beg her to let him leave and not see that memory anymore. But she will force him to watch it. She let out the most psychopathic laughter she ever slipped out.

"Let me show you something cool , dipshit." She then teleported herself and John to a hospital. John didn't need to know more. He already knew what memory she was going to show him. He immediately begged Charlie to let him leave. She didn't even glance at him. After more begging she held her left hand towards his head. He couldn't move it anymore. He was forced to watch. Though , maybe there was a way of not seeing the memory. He closed his eyelids. But then Charlie ripped his eyelids out. No matter what , she always had her way. Even if it took going to incredible lengths. This time she decided on just ripping out his eyelids. It was the simplest solution in this situation. Now he really didn't have a choice but to watch. He saw his little brother Tom in the hospital bed. He looked very scared and pain could be seen on his face. John knew why Tom was in the hospital. Brain tumor. John's stomach twisted like a worm beneath the lure. He couldn't bear seeing the most precious person he had in a hospital bed. And it wasn't like Tom had a broken bone or a simple cold , or anything like that. No. This was serious. It was a fucking brain tumor. This shit could kill his little brother. The doctor told John that Tom had maximum 10 years if he was lucky. John saw the younger self next to Tom. He was whispering the child that everything will be alright and that he didn't need to worry. He told Tom that things will work out in the end. But he knew better. He knew his mother couldn't pay for the hospitalization. He knew she would definitely need more money. So he decided. He will start working. He will bring some money home and help pay for the hospitalization. He had to do it. For Tom. Little Tom didn't know about the struggle for money. But what he did know was that John will keep him safe. He always looked up towards his brother. He always found John cool. He thought John could do anything. He knew that John will make things work out in the end. And he knew that John will keep him safe.

Soon , John started working. He couldn't find a job that payed well , but it was still something. But he always got fired for no real reasons. It was like everyone hated him. He couldn't keep a job for more than a few weeks. So he kept looking for jobs. He always worked as much as he physically could. And when his body gave up , he drank Red Bulls and Monsters. He never rested. He had to keep making money. But what he didn't know was that working all day and night was the worst possible decision. Little Tom needed John. He needed his big brother to be by his side and tell him that everything was ok. His brain tumor got worse. John couldn't keep a job for too long. He and his mother were very tired. This went on for 2 years. Until he saw a Help Wanted poster on a bus station's wall. As if reading his mind , Charlie teleported John to the place it all started. The bus station. He saw the younger John approach the poster. The poster said:

"FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA

Family pizzeria looking for entertainer/performer to work the dayshift. 6AM to 8PM.

Wear designated costumes , sing , dance , tell jokes , tell stories and have conversations with children along with staying character while talking to other animatronics.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment/brutal death/trauma/PTSD/paying fines after Springlock Failures.

$150 a week. To apply call:

1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR".

It seemed very sketchy , yet something told him that this was his chance for a good and steady job. The salary was fine and the job was simple enough. Just wear a furry costume and make kids laugh. If he got money for only doing that then this must have been his destined job. Though , he took another look at the poster. There was a risk of dying. That's putting it mildly. The poster said it itself. The death might be brutal and if you did survive you would get PTSD. And the company was not responsible for it. That's exactly what they said before in 1980 when they opened FredBear's Family Diner as well as when they opened Freddy's in 1984 and JR's in 1986. And each time something horrible happened. In 1983 a kid's head was bitten off. The police was EVERYWHERE in that restaurant. They sent all of the units towards the place. It was chaos. The company was not held responsible. In 1985 5 kids were murdered in Freddy's. Once again , the company was not responsible. A strange detail was that the SpringBonnie animatronic seemed to be covered in blood. Though , the murderer probably smeared blood all over SpringBonnie to make it look like the animatronic killed the kids , which was completely ridiculous. A robot couldn't possibly murder kids. Right ? And then in 1987 an employee's head was bitten off. It was Mangle. She malfunctioned and she murdered a guy called Jeremy Fritz. Once again , all of the police units were sent straight away. This time , things were even more chaotic than the last time a Bite happened. Apparently straight after Mangle bit off Jeremy's frontal lobe all of the robots seemed to malfunction at the same time and attack people. It was crazy. The SpringBonnie animatronic was seen behind the stage. And what a surprise: the company was not responsible once again. And they won't be when he will die. John was more than aware of the company's reputation. But he couldn't pass this golden opportunity. This was his chance to make some easy money and pay for Tom's medication. Though , he was still unsure. So he started thinking about the pro's and con's. On one side , he could get an easy and steady job , pay for Tom's medication and help out his mother. Those were 3 good things he could achieve if he got the job. On the other side , he could die or live with PTSD. 2 bad things. It was more worth it if he got the job. Besides , his brother's life was more important that his. So he took the job. He started working from the moment the pizzeria opened until it closed. No breaks. No days off. The older John looked at the memory. He was crushed with guilt. Shadow Bonnie was also present , telling him how much he has failed as a brother. And to top it all off , Charlie also started shitting on him (not literally).

"You ran away when your brother needed you the most." Most of the time , John didn't talk back , but this time he just had to.

"I-i didn't. I too-oook the jo-oob o-o-only beca-ause I had-had-had to pa-aaaaa-y for Tom's me-e-edi-ica-aaa-tion-tion. I ne-ever ra-an away-y."

"It is still called running. Tom needed you." They teleported back to the hospital , right next to Tom's bed.

"He only wanted you to be next to him. To tell him things will be fine. To tell him that you will always be by his side. He only wanted to feel protected. You know… he could have made the cut if you were there , right next to him. By just being there for him , he would have been cured. I still don't know how it works. But what I do now is that being happy and comfortable does wonders. It cures deadly illnesses. But Tom didn't have that. And when he realized that you won't be coming back he was crushed. He thought you abandoned him. That you didn't care about him anymore. And where were you when he was crying ?" They were suddenly teleported in the younger John's car in the backseat.

"Oh yeah , that's right. You came back home late from your little job and never visited the hospital. You know… it is strange. After a while you didn't go to work because of your little brother anymore. You came to work because you actually liked your job. No. You were hooked into that job. It was like something took over your mind. You only started caring about that job. Hell , you even took that stupid bunny everywhere." John looked towards the passenger seat. He saw the slumped SpringBonnie costume in it's Suit Mode. Suddenly , the younger John's phone started to vibrate intensively. Both John's looked towards it. They saw SpringBonnie on the screen in Animatronic Mode talking directly to the younger John. The backround was completely black. A faint music could be heard along with SpringBonnie's real voice singing quietly.

"Let me play you around and control you." Charlie didn't know all of this happened. Only the 2 John's saw and heard this. To this day John didn't know how that happened or why. It should have been impossible. SpringBonnie was in Suit Mode , meaning it was offline and unable to access any nearby electronics. This was very strange , confusing , and quite terrifying. The younger John picked up the phone and put it against his ear. SpringBonnie was still singing.

"To scare you's not intentional or to lull you." The younger John flinched. He had no idea how SpringBonnie was doing this and the situation concerned him. But then the singing stopped. It was eerily quiet. Until something unexplainable happened.

SpringBonnie disappeared from the passenger seat , switched itself in Animatronic Mode and stood up right in front of the car approximatively 100 meters away. Though , it was facing towards it's left and was holding a rose. It looked at it as if it was a very important memory. It was still singing. It then moved it's head towards the car and then it's whole body. It didn't move an inch. It looked perfectly calm. It was like it had total control over the situation even though a car was rapidly approaching. John thought about steering the car in a different direction , but he was unsure. He knew SpringBonnie could teleport if it had to.

And yes , SpringBonnie could teleport for some reason. It did it only when it was manipulating John when they were alone in the saferoom. Maybe to show John how powerful it was to intimidate him. That was a manipulation tactic it sometimes used. It just suddenly glitched out as well as the world around him as if the fabric of reality itself was breaking down around it , and then it suddenly appeared right in front of John still glitching out like crazy. John never understood how that worked.

But before John decided whether to steer the car in a different direction or not he soon found out there was no need for that. The car was only meters away when SpringBonnie raised its arm and pointed it at the car. And just as the car was about to hit it , the car instantaneously stopped. It was like time froze. But only for the car and the people inside it. It just stopped millimeters away from SpringBonnie like it wasn't going at 65 mph (104 km/h) moments ago. SpringBonnie seemed to be glitching intensively just like how it was doing when it teleported.

"I'm in turmoil." The car then disappeared with the younger John sitting in an office chair. SpringBonnie was still singing , trying to manipulate and take over John's mind. The world around them turned completely white. Everything around them disappeared. It was just an empty , white void.

"Fight back the reasons from what they call demons." SpringBonnie glitched and teleported closer to the younger John on the words "the" and "from". It was very close to John now.

"I'm in turmoil." SpringBonnie clutched its right hand as it suddenly grew claws. It then grabbed John's head with the other hand which didn't have claws.

"Forgiving treasons , we're only appeasin' now." The world seemed to be glitching around them. SpringBonnie then looked at its hand with claws and let John go. The world around them changed again and John was standing on solid ground now , though there were still parts of it which were just white void. It kinda looked like snow.

"What if we helped you to stay ?" SpringBonnie sang it as if it wanted to help John. The Marionette's music box appeared behind him. Behind it was a guardrail with hundreds of The Marionette's/Puppet's masks hanged upon it. Behind the guardrail lied a red void. The younger John didn't know what all of that meant. Apparently SpringBonnie wanted to help him , and The Marionette was involved in this somehow. Maybe SpringBonnie could help John pay for Tom's medication. Or maybe it could make Tom well. Maybe it could cure Tom of his tumor. John wouldn't be surprised if SpringBonnie could do that. After all , it could teleport , so maybe it had other abilities as well. And it could bend reality. It did that quite often. John actually started considering the offer. But then John remembered what SpringBonnie truly wanted. It wanted to murder kids. And it will probably only help John if he helped it kill innocent kids. Just as he was about to tell SpringBonnie that he didn't accept the terms it sang again.

"Would you let us keep you to play ?" SpringBonnie's eyelids twitched and glitched out like crazy. It was like it was angry but didn't want to show it. Its mouth wasn't moving , though it could still speak and sing very clearly. Though , it wasn't like it had to move its mouth. The sound was coming from its voice box , so it didn't have to move its mouth to form words , but it was still quite unsettling to John. SpringBonnie was at least gesticulating though. John didn't know what to think. What it just said didn't really make a bunch of sense. And it seemed angry. He was at a complete loss of words. Nothing like this ever happened before. But before he knew it he was back in his car. The older John was also somehow teleported in the car too , though , he could tell Charlie wasn't the one who did it. This was all very strange and he had to think about this when he had time. He was sure there was a bigger significance behind SpringBonnie's words. For now though , he only wanted to take his mind off things. It seemed like the younger John had the same idea. He put on music on the radio.

"Let others aggravate you". The singer had a very similar voice to SpringBonnie. For some reason , Charlie's powers wavered for a second , but that was more than enough for something disastrous to happen. Exactly at the time Charlie's powers stopped working and John was made visible , the younger John looked in the rearview mirror and saw the other John in the backseat. Then , Charlie's powers came back and John as well as Charlie were invisible yet again. But this didn't stop the younger John from panicking , loosing control of the car and skidding towards the right heading straight for a tree. John tried to steer in a different direction , but because it was raining and he was going pretty fast , the car ended up going sideways , drifting closer and closer towards the tree. But then John pulled out the keys and the car stopped right before hitting the tree (Author's Note: I know that probably wouldn't work in real life and that what I just wrote probably doesn't make any sort of sense , but I cannot find any websites that explain what would happen if you took out the keys while drifting , so just roll with it. This is an alternate universe , so things might be different here , k ? Not everything will make sense. If there are any people out there that could inform me on what would actually happen if you did that , just tell me , alright ? I'm actually kinda curious. Thanks).

"Ignore the pain of they do to you". The music was still playing. John let out a sigh of relief. He was happy he didn't crash into that tree. He didn't feel like going to the hospital. Besides , he didn't even have money for something like that. The only reason why he had the money to buy a car was because he won the lottery. It was the first time he buyed a lottery ticket and he won. Though , it wasn't much. He first paid for Tom's medication and all of the other things he needed and then he helped out his mom. With the remaining money he buyed the car , which was actually kinda cheap . Though , it wasn't bad. Yes , it was cheap , but it wasn't a bad car. It was actually pretty fuel efficient , drove fast and was decently sturdy , but if it would've hit that tree the metal would've still bent a bit. Still , he was happy with it. But coming back to the 'accident' , if he had to go to the hospital because of it , he couldn't have paid for the hospitalization. Fortunately there was no need for that. John started the car again and began driving towards the road. This scared him to no end. He just looked in the rearview mirror for one second and he saw a nightmarish… entity. It looked like SpringBonnie , but it wasn't golden. It was green. As if mold and years of neglect and decay took over it. It was highly damaged. Parts of the suit were missing and wires sticked out. A large part of it's right ear was missing , along with some of the casing on what was left of it missing , revealing the endoskeleton. But the most weird detail John noticed was that a face could be seen through the mask. A decayed face. And to top it all off , he saw organs though the gaps in the suit. John knew what that meant. That was a Springlock Failure. And someone died because of it. That was a normal occurrence. People sometimes died because of Springlock Failures. Sometimes they didn't. It really depended on whether it was a chain reaction or not. If one or more of the springlocks triggered all of the others inside the suit , a Complete Springlock Failure would happen , which was deadly. But what wasn't normal about this was the fact that the corpse was not removed from the suit. Corpses were always removed. Otherwise , other employees wouldn't be able to wear the suits. John was the person who mainly operated SpringBonnie. It was usually him who wore it. But sometimes when he wasn't available or something came up other people wore it. Though , he was the only one who wore the suit without any problems. All of the other people that put it on either complained that they could not move properly and so they couldn't dance for the kids , or they triggered the springlocks and made a Springlock Failure happen. They could never perform in SpringBonnie. It was the only Springlock Suit/Animatronic which caused so many incidents and deaths. The employees didn't have any problems with Fredbear or Freddy and his gang which were later scrapped for actual animatronics , which is when the Freddy that we all know and love as well as the others came along. Employees always complained about a constant feeling of hopelessness whenever they wore SpringBonnie. Management , as well as his fellow work colleagues were completely confused as to how he could always handle SpringBonnie without any problems. He always danced so energetically inside it , laughed inside of it and even made a few jumps. But somehow he never tripped the springlocks. They asked him how he did it. "Why do they point a difference ?" The timing of the song was perfect. He always said:

"It's about how you move. You need to make fluid movements. They can't be too jerky or sudden. Otherwise the springlocks will go off. You also need to make sure you never actually touch the springlocks , which is something many employees fail to do , leading to a Springlock Failure. About me laughing , well… you need to know how to control your breathing. You need to laugh without letting too much air out. You kinda need to laugh deep from the throat while holding your breath. You also need to make sure your laugh doesn't sound too weird while doing that , or the kids will get scared. And me jumping ? It's all about how you land it. You need to know where to put your weight when you come back from the jump. Otherwise the springlocks will be put under too much weight and pressure and they will go off. Besides that , you need to put your weight in an area which doesn't have too many mechanisms , otherwise they will be moved because of the sudden impact with the ground , and that movement will also trip the springlocks. You also have to make sure you stay calm and not panic. If you do panic you will forget many of the things mentioned or you will make bad choices". His colleagues could never understand how he could keep track of so many things while performing. It was like multitasking , but on a different level. And keeping track of everything was the hard part. That's why many employees accidentally caused Springlock Failures. John never understood how his colleagues did so bad.

"Why can't I see the difference ?" Ok , now this was a strange coincidence. The song perfectly mirrored what he thought. Sometimes it was hard to remove the employees or the dead bodies from the suits. That's because the springlocks literally attached themselves to your flesh. The endoskeleton was also pushed deep inside your body. So winding back the springlocks and taking out the endoskeleton was a very tedious and hard process. Which is why the body inside that green SpringBonnie he saw in his backseat was still inside after all of those years. The body was probably impossible to remove. That would mean that the guy probably experienced a Complete Sequential Springlock Failure , or CSSF for short. There are 3 types of Springlock Failures:

The first one is called a Patial Springlock Failure. It is a Level 1 Springlock Failure , and it doesn't wound you too bad. Basically , only 2 or 3 springlocks would snap. Sure , you would essentially get stabbed in the arms or legs and in some very rare cases in the torso , and get a scar since those things reach the bone when they snap , but it isn't life threatening. Only a minor inconvenience.

The next one is a Complete Springlock Failure. Level 2. Deadly , but definitely not the worst one on the list. Basically all of the springlocks would go off at the same time and the endoskeleton would be released. It would be an instant death.

And the last one , and the most gruesome and painful Springlock Failure , a CSSF aka a Complete Sequential Springlock Failure. Level 3. Deadly and painful. The springlocks would snap one or 2 at a time , slowly stabbing you. Parts of the endoskeleton like the arms and legs would get launched into your body. More springlocks would stab you , more slow , agonizing pain. The torso of the endoskeleton and the head would also get launched. More springlocks would go off. You would try to scream , but you would be unable to. You will try to breathe , but once again , that would be impossible due to your lungs being punctured because of the springlocks. Every second would be pain. All of this would happen in a sequential order. It wouldn't happen all at the same time. It would be like a chain reaction. That's why it was called a Complete Sequential Springlock Failure. The springlocks would bond with your flesh and stay there. When a CSSF happened , the bodies were harder to remove. If a CSSF would be bad enough it might be impossible to remove the body. Of course , the chances of a CSSF being that bad would be slim , but not none. All of the conditions would have to be met , and everything would have to go perfectly. And that would only be possible if someone intentionally caused the CSSF and somehow controlled which springlocks to go off , when to go off , which parts of the endoskeleton to be launched , when to be launched and so on. So maybe the guy he saw inside the strange , green SpringBonnie was a victim of a messed up killer that wanted to make sure that the guy will stay in the springlock suit and be impossible to remove. But who would want that was beyond John's understanding. Now that he thought about it the Springlock Suits were incredibly dangerous. But something pushed him to keep performing in them.

"What is this voice indifferent ?" This couldn't be a coincidence. For the third time in a row the song perfectly mirrored his thoughts. He went back to thinking. Though , even if a regular CSSF happened , it would be possible for the person inside to remain trapped. It didn't have to be an intentional CSSF. He has saw it before , but it wasn't this bad. One of his colleagues suffered a Level 3 Springlock Failure (CSSF). Her friends who were also employees barely managed to take her out. She told everyone about what happened. Her story chilled everyone working there to the core. Over the period of time John worked there John thought about quitting. Especially after he heard her story. It was chilling just how bad a Springlock Suit could injure someone. That could have been him. If he won't give up on wearing SpringBonnie one day he will die.

"Never collide with the thoughts ignorant." John was now creeped out by the song's timing. It was like the singer warned him. Though , in a mocking manner. Like he knew what was going to happen. It was like he was messing with him , so he will get scared. He reminded him of SpringBonnie. What did it mean ? What was the meaning behind the lyrics ? To not ignore your instincts ? To not be ignorant to possible dangers ? John went back to thinking about Emma's incident. Emma was badly injured because of a Springlock Failure. She performed in SpringBonnie when John couldn't arrive at work because of private matters. Normally , a male employee performed in SpringBonnie for obvious reasons , but all of the other male employees had more important tasks , so she had to do it herself. This was her first Springlock Failure , so she was very shocked after the event and asked William for a raise to make up for what happened after she told him everything. She told William to decommission SpringBonnie as it was very dangerous.

POV CHANGE. 3RD PERSON , EMMA. Not a flashback , but it happens in the past , so it is in Italics.

"I felt the worst pain ever ! I can still feel the springlocks stabbing my arms and legs and torso ! That thing is dangerous ! It could kill someone ! You have to get rid of it !" William wasn't convinced. Employees kept talking about how good John was at performing in a Springlock Suit. They were always asking John questions. This catched even William's attention. He was surprised by John's skills at handling the Springlock Suits. He knew how hard it was performing in them because he himself made them. So when John came on the scene and started dancing around in that thing like it was nothing he was very surprised. He knew that the springlocks were very easy to trip. He also knew that all of the other employees couldn't perform in SpringBonnie , but he thought they just didn't try hard enough. John was already an expert even though he had only worked there for 1 year. Now that might seem a lot , but other employees worked there for even longer and wore Springlock Suits for 4-5 years. There were even employees that worked for Fazbear Entertainment since it was first founded in 1980 , like Scott. Those guys wore Springlock suits for a little over a decade but even they couldn't perform in SpringBonnie. It was like the animatronic was cursed. But then John came and made it seem easy. William thought that it was weird that the other employees could wear other Springlock Suits like Spring Freddy , Spring Bonnie the Bunny (the blue one , not SpringBonnie) , Spring Chica , Spring Foxy , or even older models like Fredbear which was the 2nd most dangerous Springlock Suit , but they couldn't wear SpringBonnie. So , once again , he just assumed that they didn't try hard enough. If John could do it , so could them. He voiced his thoughts:

"Well , I don't know what to think , Emma. John dances around in SpringBonnie like he has done it for years , even though he only recently got a job here. How can he do it but you guys can't ?"

"If John can do it , it doesn't mean we all can. William , that thing could seriously kill someone ! Heck , it already did !"

"Have you listened to the Training Tapes ?"

"Yes , we did. But we just can't keep track of all of that at the same time while entertaining children. Not everyone has a good memory and perfect coordination."

"I know , I know. How about I only let John wear SpringBonnie , and when he cannot be here I will give one of you a temporary costume only made out of textiles until safer replacements without any springlocks arrive ?"

"Well first of all , I want a raise. A big one. That is , if you don't want to lose a worker. Second , about the textile suits. Aren't we going to heat up a lot in those ?

"I will just make sure they will have some small holes to allow air to enter through. That should do it. Remember , we found those suits on a very short notice , so questions about appropriateness/relevance should be deflected. Until replacements arrive , you will be expected to wear the temporary costumes provided to you. In fact , I might retire all of the other Springlock Suits besides SpringBonnie at a safer location and replace them with safer suits. The classic ones are unfit for you guys. There will be a change of policy regarding them. I will tell Scott to leave a message to all of the other employees to let them know about the changes."

"Seems fine to me , but once again , I am not sure about the temporary textile suits. Don't you think those things look creepy ?" Emma thought back to the experience she had with one of them.

(Author's Note: This will be in normal writing 'cause we are in a flashback but I already used Italics. The next time you will see normal text we will be in the present with the 2 John's. After we are done with Emma's talk with William Italics will only be used for flashbacks). She has seen a person wearing one , hiding in dark corners of the pizzeria and just watching things unfold. When the person inside realized they were being watched , they just slowly turned their head towards her and waved in a creepy manner. Emma was very creeped out by this. She for some reason had the terrifying feeling that no one was inside the suit. But that impossible. Those things were completely textile. They didn't have a single mechanism inside them. Not even wires. So it couldn't have been that the suit was doing what it was programmed to do , because it wasn't even an animatronic. Someone had to have been inside it. But the feeling lingered. She didn't understand all of this and she was beginning to develop a headache. So she just turned away and continued her work.

"They do , but we have no other choice."

"Won't the kids get scared of them ? There must be friendlier costumes."

"This is all we have momentarily. Just try to accommodate for now. I will try to get you guys the replacements as soon as possible.

"Alright."

Employees kept telling William that the Springlock Suits were too dangerous. For a very long time he didn't care about their complaints , but as more and more employees complained and started leaving , he started thinking that retiring the Springlock Suits was actually a good idea. And Emma's incident was the last straw.

"Every whisper is turning into voices that I only begin to discern in noises". It made sense. The singer was right. At first , when the employees began complaining , they were like whispers. Nobody heard them. Nobody cared. But as more and more employees told William to get rid of the Springlock suits , their whispers became voices. And then they were heard. William listened and did what was right. But John never understood why the employees wanted to retire the Springlock Suits. To him it didn't make sense. Their voices were like noises. Just people complaining. He didn't understand until he heard what happened to Emma. The music could be still heard.

"Somebody save- Somebody save- Somebody save me ! Somebody save- Somebody save- Somebody save me ! Save…" This sent shivers down John's spine. It was like the song was hinting at Emma's story. Or at his future…

She put on the heavy suit. It was filled with sweat and blood. It dragged her down a lot. And all of the machinery , the endoskeleton and the springlocks added even more to the already crushing weight. How could John move so freely and lively inside of this thing ? It was like he wasn't even wearing it. She then took a step forward. It was like walking underwater. And the limited visibility really didn't help. She could barely see anything through the mask. She slowly walked towards the party room. As she opened the door she was flooded with sounds. Loud music , kids cheering or crying , adults talking , the loud sounds of the animatronics moving. It was chaos. She could barely work with all of this noise when she was outside of the suit as it was , but now that she knew that she had to dance and deal with the springlocks at the same time with all of the music and people talking , the task seemed almost impossible. And the feeling was intensified by the limited mobility and visibility. Emma was confused and very scared. Still , she moved forward and towards the table she was needed at. But every time she moved forward , she heard a silent ticking noise getting louder. Tick… tick… tick… This almost gave her a heart attack. She knew what that sound was. Colleagues told her. The springlocks. This was the worst time ever for the springlocks to go loose. Still , she couldn't stop. The hand crank was all the way in the saferoom , and she couldn't come back for it. She was already running late. And she couldn't stop and take the suit off. She had to perform. She didn't have a choice. Otherwise she would say bye-bye to her job. She moved forward. Tick. Tick. Tick. She could now see the birthday boy and his friends. Would she be able to move to the saferoom while a Springlock Failure happened ? She had to. It was one of the rules. But would the pain be too much for her to bear ? Would she be able to walk all the way to the saferoom while springlocks stabbed her and machinery was being launched straight into her body ? Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Emma thought whether losing your life is more important than losing your job. The answer should have been obvious. No. But she knew that the springlocks would snap before she would be able to get to the saferoom. But if she stayed in plain sight , maybe someone would be able to see her and help her in case of a Springlock Failure happening. She couldn't see any employees though. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Maybe if she did manage to spot an employee she could ask them to run to the saferoom , get the hand crank and wind up the springlocks. She was now right next to the table. She tried to speak in a masculine voice , though it only sounded weird. Why couldn't they find a male employee to wear this thing and act like SpringBonnie ? Still , she had to keep up the act.

"Hey there kid ! I heard it is your birthday ! How old are you now ?" She tried to be as friendly as possible. She loved kids , but sometimes the animatronics or the Springlock Suits scared them. Which is why she had to appear extra friendly. The kid looked at her with mild curiosity.

"I am 10 years old !"

"Oh wow , well done !" Telling kids that they had done a good job even though they haven't actually done anything earned their trust. That's what she had to do if she wanted the kid to come back to the pizzeria again and therefore bring more profit to everyone working there. Sure , she saw the kid as more than just a way to bring money , but if she wanted to keep her job she had to change her mindset. That's just how things worked in this restaurant. The co-owner , William Afton , was very serious when it came down to business and only cared for the money. Still , as bad as he was , if things got out of hand he made sure safety precautions were applied. Safety was one of the priorities in this place , even though Springlock Suits were still used despite them being dangerous. And the employees were not treated well , but in the end William stepped in if things got really bad. She continued the small talk.

"What is your name ?"

"My name is Eddie."

"Well then Eddie , how about I sing you a birthday song ? Do you want that ? I'll get your parents and your friends to sing too !"

"Yes , that would be nice."

"Alright then. Guys , let's make Eddie's birthday the happiest day he will ever have ! Who's with me ?" Everyone cheered. The springlocks seemed to wind down faster. Probably from the loud , energetic talking. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. The red lights around the facial area started flashing , meaning that the springlocks were dangerously loose. They could snap at any point. Emma desperately looked for an employee , but it was like everyone besides the customers vanished. Her breathing became erratic , even though she knew that was stupid and deadly. She was trained not to do it , but it was hard to when she could literally feel the mechanisms tighten up around her. Still , she had to keep going. She kept up the happy , energetic façade.

"Alright then ! On three ! One , two , three !"

"Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear Eddie

Happy birthday to you."

TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. TICK. The ticking was very loud and fast now. The suit seemed even more tight then it already was and she was sweating like crazy. She could feel the mechanisms pressing down onto her skin. She could feel a pressure in the back area. She knew that was the endoskeleton. Wait , THAT WAS THE ENDOSKELETON ! She shouldn't be able to feel it ! It should be much farther than that ! That meant that the springlocks were very loose. They could snap at any point ! The lights around the facial area were blinking like crazy. It was like the suit was actively working against her , trying to get her killed. It could do it at any point. But it didn't do it. It wanted to give her anxiety first. To make her question when the springlocks will snap. Was she loosing her sanity ? Probably. Any person would go insane under this much pressure.

"From good friends and true,

From old friends and new,

May good luck go with you,

And happiness too."

TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK. But the suit couldn't have possibly worked against her. It wasn't alive. And besides , even if the suit was for some odd reason alive (which it clearly wasn't) that wouldn't have changed much. She was in this situation because of herself. She knew she had done a bunch of rookie mistakes. She hasn't told any of her colleagues to be near in case something bad happened. Before climbing inside the suit , she didn't check if the springlocks were properly tightened. She didn't control her breathing. She didn't go back to the saferoom straight away. She didn't even take the hand crank with her. Most of the people wearing the Springlock Suits always placed the hand crank in an inner compartment inside the suit. That way , they would have it on them at all times. She didn't even open up the mask of SpringBonnie and shout for a colleague. This was her fault. Whether SpringBonnie was in on this or not , it didn't matter. A Springlock Failure would still happen. She caused this. Why was she even thinking about SpringBonnie as a real person ? Yeah , she was definitely going insane.

"How old are you now?

How old are you now?

How old, How old

How old are you now?"

TICK-TICK-TICK- snap. Emma's eyes went wide. She heard the dreadful sound that no Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria employees ever wanted to hear. Snap-snap-snap. 3 more springlocks. At first , she didn't feel anything , but then the pain hit her. Hundreds of other springlocks snapped right into her flesh. They were like knives stabbing her. The springlocks went deep to the bone. The sound of the springlocks going off could have been alikened to fireworks. They made her body spasm and jerk in strange directions. She just jittered inside the suit while springlocks kept going off. She was drowned in pain. And then a split second later the endoskeleton's limbs were launched straight into her body. The bones inside her arms and legs were shattered. Even more pain exploded inside her body. The springlocks teared at the flesh. They grabbed it , cut into it , ripped it apart. Blood splattered inside of the suit making even more springlocks snap. The legs of the endoskeleton were also launched. Now she couldn't stand up anymore. But she knew that if she fell to the floor more springlocks would snap , so she grabbed the table that was closest to her. Her legs hurt like Hell and she only wanted the pain to end. More springlocks stabbed her. She could feel them damaging vital organs. Then the torso and head of the endoskeleton were launched straight into her body. She felt the endoskeleton head break her skull , shatter and move apart bones and dig inside the brain and flesh , and scrape against what was left of the skull. She knew that she should have been dead. But she wasn't. Why wasn't she dead ? You would die from a squished brain. Obviously. She could feel the torso of the endoskeleton move forward her own skeleton and push it. She could feel the endoskeleton rip apart her organs. Even more springlocks went off. Blood flowed from every. Single. Crevice and gap of the suit. Emma coughed out blood. She tried to scream but found it impossible. Why couldn't she scream ? She knew she should have known this. It was part of the training. But she just couldn't remember. She wanted to scream so badly. She also wanted to cry , but that was also impossible since her eyes popped out when the endoskeleton eyes replaced them. How could she even see anymore ? She lost her grip on the table , stumbled backwards and collapsed to the floor. She reached out a hand towards the family at the table. Maybe they could save her. More springlocks snapped inside her stretched out arm. Blood sprayed out of her arm through gaps in the suit's arm. Then , springlocks around her facial area went off. She couldn't breathe. She had to breathe. Even a gasp of air would be enough. She tried opening SpringBonnie's mask. It didn't work. It was like the mask was stuck. Desperate times require desperate measures. She opened SpringBonnie's jaws. She took a deep breath. But it felt like air was escaping her lungs even though she held her breath. Her lungs were probably punctured. Springlocks stabbed her throat. When will this pain end ? Why was no one helping her ? Why was she alone ? Did everyone abandon her ? Will she feel pain for the rest of her eternity ? She wanted to just die. More springlocks went off. How many of them were there left ? Heavy machinery was launched inside her body. Wires stabbed her everywhere. She could feel the frame of the bunny ears attach to what was left of her head. Static overwhelmed her.

She heard voices. Lots of voices. They were getting closer. Did help finally arrive ? She heard Joseph , Mark and David hurry towards her. They are her friends and also fellow colleagues. Maybe she will survive. Joseph inserted the hand crank inside the backside of the suit and started winding up the springlocks. Emma could feel the endoskeleton retract to the inner walls of the suit. While Joseph did that , David removed her mask. She could feel the fresh air hit her face. She took in another breath , but once again the oxygen slipped away. She felt very sleepy. She could've slept for 3 days without a problem. She attempted to close her eyelids and relaxed. Obviously , she couldn't close her eyelids because her eyes were popped out of their sockets but she still tried. She couldn't see anymore , now that the endoskeleton was pulled back along with it's artificial eyes. Though , Mark seemed to notice what she was trying to do.

"EMMA , DON'T FALL ASLEEP ! YOU HAVE TO STAY AWAKE ! WAKE UP EMMA , COME ON !" Mark's loud , booming voice woke her up instantly. Why wasn't she allowed to sleep ? She felt so tired.

"She has lost too much blood Mark , she will keep falling asleep if we don't transfer her some blood fast. Her lungs are also probably punctured , and the lack of oxygen could make her sleepy. How about that ambulance ?"

"They said they are trying to get here as fast as possible , but the traffic is horrendous."

"Hmmm. Reminds me of 1983 again. The kid died because the ambulance arrived too late , because of traffic." said David.

Joseph then removed the head of the suit.

"Jesus Christ , her eyes are hanging out." said Joseph in what appeared to be shock and fear.

"EMMA , COME ON , STAY WITH ME ! DON'T FALL ASLEEP ! THINK ABOUT THE PASTRY YOU WANT TO OPEN ! REMEMBER THAT ?"

"Yes , I do remember. It is my dream." Emma didn't understand how she could now speak. When she was inside the suit she couldn't scream , but now she could speak. David now attempted to pull her out of the suit , but her flesh somehow fused with some of the springlocks which couldn't be retracted. It was kinda like the suit was keeping her there so she would die. David tried again. She was almost out. Still , as much as he tried he couldn't pull her out completely. And it wasn't like he was weak. He was actually quite a strong man.

"Joseph , help me out here." Joseph grabbed her by the torso and pulled while David was also pulling her arms. She was covered in wounds. One more pull. Her torso and head were out , but the legs were still stuck. They tried again. It didn't work.

"We have to take her out or she will die. The legs are stuck though. We can't just keep pulling."

"We have to. We might break her legs , but at least she will survive."

"DAVID ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY ? WE CAN'T JUST BREAK HER FUCKING LEGS !"

"We have to try. Otherwise she will remain in the suit and she will die."

"We should wait for the firefighters to get her out. They will manage to do it without breaking her legs."

"They are stuck in the traffic. We can't wait for them to arrive."

"FUCK ! David , got some information on the ambulance ?"

"Yeah , they said they are not stuck in the traffic anymore. Still , they said they will arrive here in 7 minutes."

"We can't wait that long. You know how some of the other employees died within 1 minute. Besides , Emma's loosing blood like crazy."

"EMMA DON'T FALL ASLEEP FOR FUCK'S SAKE !"

They pulled one more time. Emma screamed in pain. Her scream was ear-shattering. A pop was heard , along with a crack. They pulled for the final time and she was out. But she was still heavily bleeding out. Her head was crushed. It was a wonder she could even speak. Her entire backside was completely opened up and exposed. Distant wailing of sirens could be heard.

"AND WHY DO YOU WANNA OPEN UP A PASTRY?" That was a dumb question. Mark knew why she wanted to open up a pastry , but he was desperately trying to make a small conversation to keep Emma awake. David and Joseph meanwhile tried to cover her wounds with whatever they could find in one of the med kits they found.

"Because I love making sweets. And when I give people things like doughnuts they smile. I want to make people smile." Emma only now noticed the horrified screaming of kids and grown ups alike. They were probably screaming for about a few minutes now , but for some reason she only now started hearing them. She looked to her right. Somehow she could see SpringBonnie. But nothing else. Not even black. Just nothing. But SpringBonnie ? Yeah , that was very much visible. The SpringBonnie suit was completely drenched in blood. It almost looked nightmarish. The front doors of the pizzeria burst open with paramedics rushing in. They immediately started working on stabilizing Emma. They already knew what they were doing. Springlock Failures were a normal occurrence in this place , so they had to come quite often. The reason why people didn't stop coming to the restaurant was because most of the Springlock Failures happened in the saferooms , or the employees quickly rushed to an area where customers were not allowed to enter , so they could bleed out without freaking out the customers. The paramedics entered through the back entrance , so they wouldn't scare costumers. But this time they were told to enter through the front. This was a CSSF , so they had to move fast to keep Emma alive , which couldn't have been possible with them entering through the back entrance. Emma slipped away into the world of dreams and woke up in a hospital room. She was lying in a hospital bed. She was woken up by the annoying beeping of an electric alarm , which was something she was not used with. Somehow she could see again. The doctors told her that her eyes fixed themselves in the surgery room the moment they blinked. They also told her that her brain miraculously fixed itself. They told her that they have never seen anything like that before. They also said they found traces of huge damage to her vocal cords , but not to the point of her loosing her voice. Though , the damage seemed to have been slightly fixed already. They told her that if that damage wouldn't have already been miraculously fixed her vocal cords would have been severed beyond salvation. She was allowed to leave 3 weeks and a half later. Her story was shared with all of the employees.

John shuddered at the memory of her story. What she went through was straight up nightmare fuel. He knew that the Springlock Suits were very dangerous , especially SpringBonnie , but he didn't understand how his colleagues caused Springlock Failures. It really wasn't that hard to operate them. Still , he knew that retiring the Springlock Suits was a good idea. It was for the better. That way no more people will get injured. At first , he was surprised by the change in company policy. But then he soon realized that given all of the incidents regarding the Springlock Suits it was obvious that they will not be used anymore at some point. He then thought back to how she mentioned that she was stuck inside the suit after the Springlock Failure. Sometimes firefighters themselves had to remove the employees , though the paramedics started doing it instead of the firefighters after having lots of experience with stabilizing people after Springlock Failures. It had become routine at this point. So there was no doubt that the person inside the green SpringBonnie was victim of a Springlock Failure. More specifically , a CSSF. Now that he had thought about it , it was weird that he suddenly saw an old , damaged , green SpringBonnie with a corpse inside it in his backseat. Strangely enough , the thing he saw seemed so… alive… He looked at the time on his dashboard. 10PM. He stayed overtime today to help clean up. The janitor was very grateful for it. The kids always made such a mess. He left at 9PM and drove for 1 hour. It wasn't nowhere near late into the night , so it couldn't have been his tired mind playing tricks on him. Maybe it was just that he drove for too long without any breaks , so now his body was getting revenge on him. He contemplated stopping the car to take a break , but he only wanted to get home. So he just decided on taking his mind off things and listening to the quiet music.

"Somebody save- Somebody save- Somebody save me ! Somebody save- Somebody save- Somebody save me ! Save me…" John turned off the radio. The music creeped him out. Maybe listening to the radio was a bad idea after all. The older John knew exactly what the younger him thought since the encounter with SpringBonnie. He and the younger him were the same person after all , so of course he would know. He knew the younger John thought about what , or rather who he saw when Charlie's powers wavered. He knew that the younger him thought about Emma's story. And all of this confused him. He received clues that something horrible will happen all throughout the duration of him working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The suspicious Help Wanted poster , the Springlock Failures , the strange timing of the radio and most important clue: SpringBonnie being alive. And that's not even going into all of the events that happened in the previous pizzerias. He should have left his job immediately after he got all of those clues , but he didn't. And where did that lead him ? To innocent children being killed and him being trapped in a furry robot bunny , trapped in a pocket dimension and being tortured by one of that demented rabbit's victims. And his brother wouldn't be dead by now. It didn't take him to be a genius to know that his little brother was dead. If he was lucky he could have survived 10 years with that tumor. But John decayed in SpringBonnie for 30 years and has been trapped in the pocket dimension for 5 years. Tom couldn't have possibly survived after so long. If John would have quit his job and found a different one his brother would have still lived. His guilt stabbed him in the guts again. "But once again: you couldn't have possibly foreseen all of this happening. No one could. Remember : this isn't your fault. And you know it." The shadow bear was right. He knew he wasn't at fault for all of this. Only if he could convince Charlie of that… Speaking of the Devil , she chuckled evily at him and bringed him back to the pocket dimension.

"You know , I noticed something strange about you in these last 2 years , especially today when I showed you parts of your life. You felt guilty. I could tell. So tell me , what are you trying to do ? I know you are not actually feeling guilty. I know that it is a façade. But I don't understand why you are doing it. What are you hoping to achieve ?"

"I-is the-ere a p-o-oint of me-e re-pea-pea-ting myse-eeelf over and o-oover aga-ain ? I kno-ooow you wouldn't belie-eeve me-e in the e-end , so why shou-ould I te-eeell you the whole s-s-s-story once aga-a-ain ? You would just sa-ay tha-a-at I'm bu-uuulshitting you-u. You know well why-y I feel guilty. But you-u will ne-e-ever believe-ve me , will y-you ?"

"Of course not ! Your story is fake and you know it ! And so do I ! Who would believe that shit ? A robot being alive and willing to murder kids ? The said robot manipulating you and in the end taking over your mind ? And then the thing Springlocks you cause you are of no use anymore ? Yeah , right ! That makes no fucking sense ! It's like you ripped a storyline from a sci-fi movie."

"See ? Wha-at di-iid I tell you-u ? I kne-ew this would ha-a-appen. Why do you a-ask me somethi-iiing you know the-e answer to ? Why do-o you ask me-e something-thing that you don't belie-eve ?"

"Because I am just trying to understand why you are pretending to feel guilty ! I am just hoping that you will tell the truth one day ! But of course , those are some huge expectations from a criminal."

"Lo-ook Charlie-e , why-y wo-oon't you listen-en to wha-at I have to-o say for once ?" For some odd reason she had this impulse to listen to him. She would have tortured him immediately after hearing his bullshit stories. But this time she listened. It was like someone was telling her to do the right thing. She felt a familiar presence around her. A loving , caring , warm presence. It was like a voice was begging her to just listen to John for once and carefully think about his words. She did.

"Why-y do you you-u ju-uust assume tha-at I am a criminal ? Is it all tha-at hard to-o believe ? I know you are enra-a-aged , and tha-at you have no-o me-mercy-y for me , but for once , plea-ease , ju-uust liste-en ! Do-o you think I didn't change ? Do-o you thi-ink tha-at I didn't become a di-i-iiifferent perso-on ? Yes , I did let Dylan die-e , and yes , I never helped mo-om with her financial pro-oblems , and yes , I know that I've been a horrible pe-erson. But I didn't murder you , nor your friends. I never wanted any of this. I never wanted tragedy and de-eath. Look logically at this situation: remember when 'I' tortured you and your friends ? I know that's a subject tha-at you don't want to co-come ba-ack to , and I know that it bri-ings back a lot of ba-ad memories , but just listen , ok ? That wasn't me. It never was. That was SpringBonnie. I know that it happened a long time ago , but please try-y to remember. When it tortured you guys , have you noticed that you couldn't see a person through the gaps and crevices of the suit ? You should've seen skin , or even purple. But you didn't , did you ? You saw an endoskeleton. Remember when it shoved a gun up your mouth ? It was very close to you. You surely must've seen every single detail of it. People say that you always remember the face of your murderer. Every single detail about it. So did you. You noticed that there was an endoskeleton underneath that suit , didn't you ? And to top it all off , you saw the way it looked at you , didn't you ? It was filled with rage. I know that because it showed me your last moments through some kind of vision. I also saw its face. It was looking at you with a terrifying amount of anger. But here's the kicker: there couldn't have possibly been someone inside the suit if its eyes were visible. Those eyes are connected to the endoskeleton. They always stay there , no matter what. Unless they are replaced. Which means that there was an endoskeleton inside the suit. So nobody could have been inside the suit. There wouldn't have been enough space. It just isn't possible. That definitely wasn't me. I didn't kill you. And I didn't torture you and your friends. And when it murdered your friends ? Well , I'll admit , I was inside the suit , but that wasn't really me. That was SpringBonnie. It took over my mind. It was literally controlling my actions. It mind controlled me."

Charlie thought about what John said. He was right. She never saw a person inside the suit when it was torturing her friends , which was something she was always confused about. She also didn't see a person when that thing held a gun inside her mouth. And she looked a lot at that thing. She took in all of the details and she never saw a person inside. But she did see an endoskeleton. And that thing did have animatronic eyes , meaning that nobody could have been inside the suit. Now that she thought about it , that SpringBonnie thing was really close to her when she was struggling with that gun inside her mouth. Like , really close. Uncomfortably close. She never understood that and it gave her the creeps. She was starting to wonder whether what John said was true or not. It did make sense. And he did have proof. And besides , when John was inside the suit but admittedly wasn't in control of himself , she did see his eyes. And his eyes were purple , and not grey like usual. And she knew for a fact that SpringBonnie loved the color purple , just like William Afton. After all , Mr. Afton himself programmed SpringBonnie , so it was only normal that he added bits of his personality to SpringBonnie. But what everyone knew was that SpringBonnie always mentioned how much it loved the color purple in it's shows. It even wore a purple vest sometimes , though she's seen it more on the temporary textile costumes. Those things were very freaky. So this was even more proof that John was right. She didn't understand one thing though: why did it make John murder her friends , but killed her itself ? That didn't make any sense. And this confused her greatly. It also gave her a headache. Why did she still experience headaches even though she was dead ? She decided to calm down by torturing John. That always gave her some relief. She made an electric chair appear and shoved John inside it. She then cranked the power almost to the maximum and pressed the start button. John wasn't screaming. As always. This disappointed her. She had to hear him scream if she wanted to calm down. She made John immortal so he won't die from the exaggerated amount of power and cranked the electricity to the maximum , after which she quadrupled it with her powers. Yes ! He was finally screaming ! Oh , how his pained screams soothed her heart. She felt her headache subside. This brought her immense relief and relaxation. She saw smoke come out of the suit. If she could have smiled she would have. Until the electricity suddenly stopped flowing. John sat up from the chair and tilted his head at her. He had this… murderous , malicious glare in his eyes. He also had green eyes. That didn't make sense. His eyes were gray. Whenever a spirit possesses an animatronic , the said animatronic changes its eye colors to match the spirit's. For some reason she felt like this wasn't John. And she will soon learn that she is right. He- no. It walked forward. It approached her with confident , slow steps. It chuckled. It then spoke:

"Charlie. Or rather Charlotte. That's what your father called you , right ? It has been a while. I haven't seen you in a long time. How have you been ? Bored , I assume. There's not much to do as a dead person , is there ? I have been doing great. I've been resting for quite a while. How long has it been ? The last time I woke up was 10 months back , but I can tell I've been dormant for a very long time before that. I had a very long time to contemplate who to kill next and in what way. It's a fun little activity , you know ? Something to do when you are not murdering kids. Your appearance changed. Still pretty though. I assume your spirit inhabited the puppet thing , right ? Not a smart decision. That thing is very easy to break. I could destroy you with a mere punch. But were would the fun be in that ? I prefer making you scream in agony. That would be more entertaining. I may not be at my full power yet , but I will be soon. Just get ready. Things will be fun. For me at least. And while you await with dread my return , just remember: I always come back."

It then dropped its head as if deactivating. Charlie recognized that voice. That cold , intimidating , mostly human-slightly robotic voice. It was the voice SpringBonnie used when it tortured her friends and murdered her. It brought back bad memories. It also reminded her of when SpringBonnie gained her trust.

"Hello there young lady ! How are you doing ?" Charlie was scared of SpringBonnie. He was weird and didn't look real. He also usually had a deep , jovial tone which always amused the kids , but scared her to no end. But the voice he had just now wasn't any better. It was still giving her the creeps. SpringBonnie seemed to have sensed her fear and distrust.

"Oh come on now ! Don't be scared ! You are a brave girl ! I have seen you before. You never hesitate to protect younger children even though you are no older than 6 years old yourself. I know you are the bravest girl in the entire pizzeria !

"More brave than Foxy the Pirate who sailed the 7 seas and defeated big and scary monsters ?" said the innocent girl. SpringBonnie instantly realized what he had to do to gain her trust. Compliments.

"You bet ! I have never seen such a brave young girl in my entire life ! Oh , and has anyone told you that you are very pretty ?"

"I am pretty ?" SpringBonnie seemed to chuckle at that.

"More than you realize." He then said more seriously. He then seemed to take in her appearance. After a long moment he told her:

"Listen young lady: what if I will play you a song on my guitar ? Would you like that ?

"Yes , I would. Thank you."

"My pleasure."

He played her a country song while she sat at one of the tables. She was alone in the pizzeria. It was strange. It was like everyone just vanished. She quietly listened to him playing the guitar. He seemed angrier and angrier as seconds passed. He suddenly looked at her with a dangerous glare. His left eye twitched.

Charlie didn't want to think about the memory anymore. It bringed back an avalanche of memories she tried to burry. This was irrefutable proof. John was right. The evidence just kept piling up. But she didn't want to believe it. She knew that she was only making things worse for both him and herself , but she just didn't want to admit that she has been torturing the wrong person the whole time. Nor that the man that she assumed he murdered her was actually innocent. Besides , she has already gone too far. She can only go forward now. But her last remaining crumble of morality was telling her that she should stop. The revelation that she has been mentally and physically , as well as emotionally tormented deeply shocked her and unsettled her to the core. She wanted revenge , but she couldn't get revenge , since SpringBonnie wasn't awake yet. In fact , John only now started to wake and boot up. Her murderous side told her that maybe she was still right. Maybe John was the bad guy and somehow created an intricate… an intricate what ? Even she wasn't sure. It was funny. Only minutes ago she made John have a war with himself and his mind , yet here she was torn between 2 sides. Now she was at a war with herself. Maybe John was right. Maybe he was innocent. Just a pawn used in this messed up game of chess , in which SpringBonnie controlled everything and everyone. Or maybe John just manipulated her. Maybe he somehow found a way to use his powers. Did he even have powers ? Maybe he only wanted to see her crumble under the immense guilt that she should have felt. What did he plan ? Was he even planning something ? He showed her times and times before that he wanted nothing more than befriend her and tell her the truth. Why hasn't she listened at what he said before ? Was this her fault ? Was it his fault ? Or maybe it was SpringBonnie's ? Maybe she has been consumed with rage to the point of not accepting proof. She got a head ache again. She had to make it stop. Blood. Screams. Yes. That's what she needed. She needed to make John suffer. Only then she will have peace. Only then she will be able to think clearly. Yes , she had to make him suffer. It's what he deserved. She had to torture him. Just as she was about to torture John again , a thought came into her mind. She shouldn't do this. This was messed up. It seemed like her mindset got the best of her. She let her murderous , sadistic side take control of her actions. Why was she thinking about this 'side' of her as if it was someone else , or a split personality ? She knew that there was nothing like that going on. This was her. Only her. The rage she felt all those years ago got a hold of her and shaped her mindset in a dark and twisted way. She let herself become like this. All because she was furious at her murderer. And it wasn't like she was getting revenge on the right person. No. This innocent gentleman never wanted any of this. He was just a normal employee working every day , from the moment the restaurant opened , to the moment it closed , just to make enough money for his brother and mother. The poor guy got wrapped up in all of this all because of that damn bunny. But she still had her doubts. That's what 35 years of constant rage and need for revenge does to you. It turns you into a monster. She knew she was responsible for this. But she still couldn't trust John. Not completely. She still wasn't sure whether this was all a trick he used to manipulate her , or whether he was saying the truth. She didn't understand why only now she realized all of these things. She didn't understand what made her realize her mistake. But for now she will need time to think about all of this. She left John alone and walked off towards an oak tree in the distance. That was her private place where she felt safe. John seemed to know what she was thinking. He saw her body language. He was glad that she finally started to understand what was actually going on. Over the course of the next 2 weeks there has been no torture for John. It seemed like Charlie only wanted to lay down by the three and think. This allowed John to do something he wanted to do for a very long time. He walked towards a place where the ground was grey instead of white. He stepped over it and stairs leading underground appeared. While it is true that this was Charlie's pocket dimension , he also had a small amount of control over it for some reason. He one day found this strange , while ball thing that shined really brightly. He didn't know what it was , but he had this feeling that it was very important. So he made a special place where he hided it. A small , underground base. Which was where he was heading towards now. He descended down the stairs confidently. Now was his chance to find out was that strange ball of light he found. He approached it. It seemed to react to his presence. He had this impulse to touch it. He did. Suddenly , he wasn't in the underground base anymore. He was in the saferoom , in the SpringBonnie suit , though , it looked and felt new. But what he knew was that he felt an enormous amount of pain. He felt pain EVERYWHERE. But mostly in his head. He held his head and prayed that the pain stopped. He heard quiet music.

"Save me. Save me. Save me." It was muffled. He found himself singing along. It really related to his situation. He also wanted to be saved. Saved from this pain.

"Save me , save me , save- SAVE ME !" He found himself shouting in the end. He was suddenly back at his underground base. He didn't feel any pain anymore. For some reason , he knew SpringBonnie was to be blamed for this. He knew he had to come up with a plan. And fast. And he will definitely need an ally. Said ally being none other than Charlie. He had no one else. He only had to convince her to help him. And maybe he- no. They will manage to stop SpringBonnie. Once and for all. All of this pain and suffering will come to an end.