Hello everyone!
Heh, I guess it isn't really that surprising that I have another FNAF story...
This one however is a bit different then the others, and will likely be a lot more angsty. So if that's what you are wanting to read then here you are!
To be honest this fic was inspired by the Springtrap and Deliah comic that I read on deviant art. Now mine is going to be different from that, and there will be some...hints and or cameos to my other two stories, but it's important that I clarify this is in a separate universe as those other two. The lore that I have set up will be pretty much the same.
Now this fic is going to be a bit darker, and lets establish warnings here.
This will speak of and sometimes feature a abusive relationship, so if you are not comfortable with that, then this is not the story for you. I will put warnings in the chapters before hand, but I figured I should let you guys know upfront. It does deal with some darker themes. (Obviously when dealing with Springtrap and all.)
However this fic will not be a victimization of the undead rabbit. I will do my best to be realistic in behaviors and reactions, and this isn't one that I would call a...fluffy feel good...? But I do plan on some moments.
In no way will this cause me to stop the other two. I plan on continuing them as well. But usually I have to have several things going on, so when I'm dry in one area, then I can work on another.
I hope you guys do like this one, and please be aware walking in that this is my interpretation, and in no way do I condone Springtrap's behavior, or actions. Or some of the toxic behaviors in this fic. It will be a redemption arc one, but a hard earned one.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy!
I own nothing but my characters.
Chapter One
A Nearly Forgotten Tragedy...
Their footsteps were loud, pounding against the tile floors in a consistent rhythm. Sunlight streamed through the broken window to her left, causing the dust in the room to be illuminated.
Her quieter footsteps mirrored those of the man before her, she had to keep up a quick pace to keep up. He always hated it when she was slow.
"Isn't this place wonderful?" The man asked as he inhaled a deep breath. The girl slowed to a stop next to him, before casting her gaze up at him.
"It is very nice sir." she agreed, sending her gaze about the room.
The place had been sitting here for a while, seemingly untouched by the world. She wasn't very familiar with the more 80s style of things, but even without knowing much about that time period, she could see that's where this place's roots were.
As she expected, there was no one on stage, despite the advertisement that her father had given to her when they bought the building. On the ad were three robots...no, her father had told her that they were animatronics. A brown bear, purple rabbit, and yellow chicken. Their names were in bold letters under them. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica respectively. They looked friendly, though that was likely due to their more animal based nature. Human based robots probably would've been more disturbing to look at.
She had never been here when it was open, and now she found herself saddened by that. It seemed fun, and by all the advertisements, it seemed like she would've enjoyed it.
"Knightley, stop staring at the ***king stage and get over here." A gruff voice reached her ears making her jerk her attention back to the man who stood nearly two feet above her.
"Sorry sir." Coming over she took her place next to him. In his hands was a file that was at least two inches thick.
"***king ***l this place has more incident reports then a butcher's." He shook his head tsking.
"Was that why it closed down?" She asked glancing down at the file in his hands. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the label in bold black letters. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It had been closed down for nearly twelve years now. Something about there being an incident with the night guards, apparently it had been going on for awhile, but one of the employees...a waiter, had taken it to court, and it resulted in the foreclosure of the branch.
That's when Knightley's father stepped in.
He was wanting to make a restaurant line of his own, and this was the cheapest property in the town.
"Well, yeah, but there were also some issues with it not making enough money to sustain utilities, and coupled with all the lawsuits. It really was only a matter of time." At that Knightley nodded, before letting her eyes wander once more. Under all the dust and grime, it did look like a place that children would've enjoyed being at. But now it looked like a long forgotten dream.
"Are we going to renovate it?" She asked softly, turning her gaze back to her father. He was looking through the files and didn't look up at her question.
"Yes, though the contractor I have is good at cutting corners. Plus we are doing the inspection ourselves. So it shouldn't cost all that much money." He assured, even if that wasn't a concern for Knightley. "Now run along, go check out the other rooms and make sure there aren't any vandals or hooligans here." He ordered, and she nodded heading off to look at all the rooms. Luckily there were no vandals or hooligans. Knightley hated it when she encountered strangers. Especially in places like this.
She was about to return to her father when the sound of soft muttering made her stop in place, she turned her attention to the wall that it was coming from. If there had been any other noise in the room she wouldn't have heard it. In fact she had to strain her ears even now and all she could hear was indistinguishable nonsense.
Part of her wanted to get closer to try and hear what the person on the other side was saying, but she needed to inform her father.
Biting her lip, she hurried back to the main room, "father? Sir?" She went over to him. He was once again looking at the files in his hands and not her. "Sir! I found a vandal. I don't know where he is but I heard a voice." She whispered the last part even though she shouted the first.
However she soon regretted shouting when he turned to her with a glare, "if there are vandals, what makes you think shouting is a good idea?" he hissed, and at that she stiffened and swallowed.
"Sorry..." that was whispered as well. He took a breath and grabbed the gun that sat at his waist.
"Whatever, lets go get this idiot out of here." He looked to her for direction and she pointed to the area where she heard the voice. With a nod, the man went, with the young girl following.
"Y...you have to be quiet sir...or you won't hear it." She advised in a soft whisper, he sent her a look that basically told her to shut up and she snapped her mouth closed.
Once they were in the area they both waited and listened, Knightley once again heard the soft mutters, but they now were even quieter, as if the person was listening as well as talking.
"Who's there?!" Her father shouted, unlocking the safety on his gun, the muttering stopped, and for a few long moments there was silence.
"...is...is someone thee...re...?" The voice was quiet, cautious...and filled to the brim with static. Both father and daughter froze in place. And Knightley swallowed uneasily, casting a glance to her father.
"Yes! And you better get out of here before I fill you up with some lead!" Her father shouted and Knightley flinched.
But she especially tensed when there was the sound of low laughter from...behind the wall.
"If I could...don't you think I would…?" he asked lowly, and Knightley swallowed again.
"Are you trapped?" Her father asked, mirroring her unease.
"Yes." The voice was filled with static, but there was a hint of an accent beneath it. "I believe...I'm behind the wall you are in front of..." he continued, and Knightley paused before looking up at her father. He was staring at the wall, his brow furrowed deeply.
"W...we are going to help him right?" She asked softly, if someone was trapped...then they should help him.
There was no response from her father as he continued to stare at the wall thinking.
"Why are you trapped in there?" he finally asked, maintaining his stare, the gun was gripped tightly in both hands.
"I was cornered...and trapped in here. I owed some people some money...and I didn't have it. So they locked me up in here as a...payment of sorts." The static voice answered, and Knightley gasped.
"How could they do that?" She turned to look at her father, but he just continued to stare. Hesitating to say anything more.
"And I assume they think you are dead?" He asked after several beats of silence.
"Yes, they do. But I have a...terrible knack for surviving." Knightley could almost hear the grin in the man's voice toward the end.
"What's your name?" Her father asked, and she looked up at him confused. Why weren't they helping the guy? He was probably starving in there!
"...I would prefer it if you called me Spring...Trap." he explained. Knightley tilted her head, she had never heard of someone named Spring Trap. But granted not many people had her name either.
"What is that, a stage name?" Her father demanded, and Knightley sighed quietly. She didn't think that was very important right now.
"You could say that. I prefer it to my other name. Now, are you going to help me out or not?" His voice had an edge to it now, but Knightley could understand that.
She didn't like it when father locked her in the closet.
It must be upsetting for him to be locked in there.
"Fine. Fine. But this better not end with my blood everywhere Springy." The man grumbled and went to the wall looking around for weak spots, only to take a deep breath. "This is going to cost a fortune to fix..." He then turned to her and motioned. "Stop standing around and go find something that will help me break down this wall!" He ordered and she stiffened up before nodding quickly and running off.
Knightley went to every room, and it took her a bit. But she finally found a room in the back that seemed to have tools.
It seemed to be a repair room, there were deconstructed animatronics all around her. Heads of Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy on the shelves that were too high for her to reach.
"Is this where you guys went…?" She asked, unable to help herself from inching closer to one of the more put together bodies. From the shape and color she realized it was a Chica suit.
Crouching down before it, the girl couldn't help but lightly run her hand over the old yellow fur. It had faded with age, but was still surprisingly soft. .
"I wish I could've seen you on stage..." she whispered softly, casting her gaze to the other two in the room.
The restaurant in whole seemed to have a cloud of depression and tragedy over it. All around there was history written on the walls. History of a time when the joy of children filled these walls. Now, all of that seemed tainted by a black streak that acted as it's label.
The girl knew something bad had happened here. But when she had asked her father about it, he had changed the subject.
"Knightley! Get your **s in here!" She nearly jumped out of her skin at the shout. Standing up she quickly grabbed the crowbar she'd seen on the table and hurried back to where he was.
Handing it over to him, he took it with ease using only one hand. The other was covering his face, and Knightley soon discovered why as a grotesque smell assaulted her.
Almost instinctively, her hands flew to cover her mouth and nose. But that did little to help in blocking the smell.
"***king ***l you'd think something died here." Her father growled as he took the crowbar and stabbed the drywall. It went through easily, he drove it in further, before pulling down and causing it to crumble under pressure. However, even as he pulled the metal bar out, the wall continued to crumble on it's own. Whoever had constructed it had done a shoddy job.
It wasn't long before a decent sized hole sat in the middle of the wall. Leaving them an opening to look within the dark room beyond.
With the opening, came a stronger gust of the smell. Knightley's lip curled up as she pulled away slightly. Her father had a harsher reaction and was soon dry heaving as he turned away.
The girl however got on her tiptoes staring into the opening, it was dark and she could barely make out anything.
"H...hello?" She called softly, and in response there was the sound of shuffling. What followed was creaks and groans, like from a machine that hadn't moved in ages. Metal grinded against metal in a way that made her wince.
"Can't...stand the smell huh?" The man asked as her father struggled to recover, still loudly dry heaving.
"***k yeah!" He shouted before leaning over and continuing to wretch up nothing but spit. She only cast a glance at him and couldn't help but be glad they couldn't afford breakfast this morning…
Forcing herself to look away so she didn't start doing the same, Knightley turned her attention back to the wall. "Are you okay?" She asked gently.
"I will be better once I'm out of here." The static filled voice responded, with a bit more of an edge to it once again. She shifted and looked at her father. He was still dry heaving on the ground, he would've be of much help in this situation.
Her eyes fell onto the crowbar, she wasn't very strong, but she could probably use it to make the wall crumble more. It was already incredibly deteriorated.
Struggling a moment to pick it up, she held the metal bar and took a breath before stabbing into the wall again. The smell continued to assault her, like a cloud wrapped around her head and suffocating her in its toxic smell.
Shaking her head to be rid of it, she stabbed the wall more, destroying the already deteriorating drywall.
Soon there was a man sized hole in the wall before her, it was big enough to fit her father when he was ready to come inside. So certainly it would be able to fit the man within as well.
Casting her gaze to said father she found him slowly recovering. But it would still be a moment or two before he was able to get up. Taking a breath she worried her lip and turned back to the hole. He would probably tell her to check it out first anyways.
She just wished they had brought a flashlight…
It took her a moment to step over the rubble and enter the room, for obvious reasons the smell was considerably stronger within. Knightley stopped in place to let her nose adjust to the smell, before finally deciding to pinch her nose closed.
With a quick glance around, she found the parts of the room she could see, completely empty.
"Hello…? Spring?" Her voice was soft and echoed gently in the small room. It was extremely difficult to see, but the light streaming in from the hole helped some.
Not only was the smell twice as bad in here, but there was a stale thickness to the air. It only spoke to how long this place had been untouched.
She took a deep breath, hoping to give her throat and lungs some relief, but it was the same air and thus did nothing to help.
Knightley shook her head and took another breath. She could breath the clean air once she got out of the room, but first she needed to help Spring.
She was about to speak again, when movement to her left made her turn in that direction. "Spring? Is that you? Are you alright?" At the soft echo she tensed and looked around. But it didn't seem like she disturbed anything else.
"I can't move, so no. Probably not." The staticy rasp was even more prominent in the room.
At that information her eyes widened, what had those thugs done to him?
Before Knightley could move toward him to try and help, her father finally entered the room still coughing a bit.
"Ugh, okay...okay fine." He conceded looking around and rubbing his throat. "This room could be beneficial, probably as a storage room." The man took a breath and shuddered at the smell before looking around. "Okay, where are you? Time to get off the property." Knightley's eyes flickered to the gun in his hand, and unease blossomed in her.
"Really? It's time for me to get off my property?" the voice asked again, coming from the now slightly twitching shadow.
"Your property? Oh I don't think so, I bought this property. Now it's time to get your **s off it." Her father ordered and Knightley shifted a bit in place.
"Father...he said he can't move..." She whispered, hating how even that echoed in the room.
She saw her father's figure turn to her and then back to the shadow.
"Ah ***t. That would've been nice to know." He huffed and came over squinting. "*****it Knightley go find a light switch or something geez..." Knightley turned and started lightly running her hands over the wall to find a light switch. It took a few moments until she found one, and it took a few moments more before the light came on.
It was a ugly yellow bulb, and it cast the room in a deplorable yellowish tint. Now satisfied it was on, she turned and looked for Spring. But...there was no sign of the man.
It wasn't long before she figured out why.
Because she was looking for a man...and not the machine that was lazily propped against the wall.
Blinking she slowly came over to where her silent father was. Both of them stopped and stared at the damaged animatronic before them.
"Um...f..father I don't understand..." She muttered, only to tense as a low amused chuckle came from the animatronic.
"Not what you expected huh?" The voice...now belonging to the rabbit animatronic before them, asked amused.
"What the ***king ***l..." her father trailed, and she watched as he backed up from the corner of her eye.
Knightley turned to ask him what was wrong, when she caught sight of the terror written on his face.
"Sir, shouldn't we help him?" She asked, that's what they came in here to do right? Yeah he wasn't a man, but he was one of the animatronic. It was damaged...so they should try and help it. Clearly Spring had been here for a while. Whether he was human or machine, clearly he felt enough emotion to want to leave.
Her father didn't seem to see it that way.
"Help him?! That thing...that...that thin...thing!?" He seemed unable to say anymore. "***k! ***k! ***K! I knew this place was cursed! Never trust a good deal!" he shouted, stumbling back more. It wasn't long before he reached the hole in the wall, he was in such a fit of panic he seemed to have forgotten the gun in his hands. The man turned tail and ran out of the room.
Leaving her with the broken animatronic.
"He took longer than I expected." The rabbit said, and Knightley turned back to him unsure of what to do now. Her eyes flickered to the hole and then back to the rabbit animatronic. Knightley knew her father would be back, and there was no way she would be able to catch up with him now.
"I...um..." She trailed before taking a deep breath, "what do you need me to do?" She asked, he didn't respond and stared at her for a few long moments. The girl shifted again, should she have not asked? She should've just gotten a dolley right? With the heavy animatronics here she'd imagine they had one...
"...you want to help me?" the damaged hare asked, and she nodded.
"Y...yeah. It wouldn't be very nice to leave you in here" She paused and swallowed, "...alone." Honestly she wasn't sure what she could do. As far as strength and smarts went, she was extremely lacking.
"Okay, well if you are willing to help, then you need to go to parts and services to get some tools...and...see if you can find any..." his eyes flickered down to himself, and for a long moment he didn't say anything.
Knightley watched as he contemplated something before nodding to himself, and turning his attention back to her. "See if you can find any trash bags." He paused a moment, his head angling downward slightly in almost a smirking manner. "I hope you aren't squeamish."
Knightley blinked trying to figure out what he meant, but finally just took a breath. "...okay." She hesitated only a moment more before leaving the room to retrieve the requested items.
It was nearly thirty minutes later that she returned with trash bags and all the tools she could grab. In her possession was also a pair of gloves from the cleaning closet. She just...had a feeling that she would be needing them.
Setting the toolbox down she panted and looked up at him, he was in the same position as before, but was watching her with his head tilted slightly to the side.
"I found all that I could." The girl explained, hoping it was a good enough explanation for her extended absence.
"Why are you back?" The question took her off guard and the girl straightened before answering.
"You need help."
That caused another moment of silence to descend, before he finally nodded.
"...fair point. I assume your father is long gone then?" Spring's eyes flickered to the hole and back to her, she nodded.
"Yes, the car is gone too." Knightley confirmed as she crouched down and picked up the tool box and the trash bags. She strained quite a bit under the weight, and as a result all she could do was hobble over.
The girl could feel the eyes of the animatronic on her as she drew closer. "He'll probably be back tonight, but with how upset he was, he might bring some of his buddies." She set the toolbox down, feeling the intense heat on her face from the exertion, but the sweat that had gathered on her forehead was helping in cooling her down.
"He won't call the cops?" The rabbit asked, watching her.
"No. He doesn't like the cops." That was a bit more muttered then spoken aloud. With another breath she crouched next to him and put her hands on her knees. "So what do you need me to do?"
There was silence for a moment as he stared at her, "you are handling this surprisingly well. Considering the situation." There was a pause before he tilted his head downward casting a more ominous shadow over his face, his eyes remained on her. "You sure have a lot of trust that a stranger won't hurt you." There was a deeper note to his static filled voice and she swallowed a bit.
"...well. You're an animatronic that can't move...right? So I'm not in any danger."
"But you plan on helping me walk? Wouldn't that be dangerous?" He pressed watching her closely.
"...to be honest I don't know how I will help...but I should at least try right? You've been in here a long time..." Her eyes flickered around the room. "It's super dark and you couldn't get to the lightswitch..." Knightley trailed her face going a bit blank, before she shook herself out of it instantly. "Anyways, you haven't tried to hurt me yet." With her resolute ending, she nodded to herself and turned to the tool box.
Springtrap was highly amused. This child was alone in the same room as him and not fazed at all. Part of him was tempted to just tell her, just to see the terrified look on her face. But he of course needed her assistance.
For now at least.
"Okay, well if you are so insistent, then we'll get started. You will have to listen to what I say. If we can get this working properly then I will be able to move again." Once she opened it, he could start trying to remove what was within. But the locks were placed where he couldn't reach.
"Okay. I can do that." She nodded to herself and he refrained from laughing at the absurdity of this. A good portion of him was fairly certain this was another hallucination. Something his mind conjured up to try and ease his ever fading sanity.
Ever since the suit had stopped providing power to Spring Bonnie, William had been cast into silence. That was a few months ago now, and this change in his usual hallucinations was a refreshing sight.
He was fully aware that his own deadened body inside of him was blocking many of the areas that he needed to work. So it needed to be removed, eventually he was sure he could do it himself. Or at least force the parts of the suit to crush what remained of the bone that blocked it.
Springtrap had figured that it would take a good while before anyone found him. But it seemed that luck had finally been upon him. That stupid man had brought his daughter to a place like this, but not only that, he left without her.
It wasn't unusual for him to see uncaring parents, but this certainly took the cake.
It almost made him look like a good parent in comparison.
Now in regards to the girl, for being so timid, she was quite unfazed by much of the situation. Springtrap had lost his sense of smell, but he knew it had to smell bad in here. He couldn't help but vaguely be impressed by her resolve.
"First you will need to disengage the locks on either side of my torso. That will open up the chest piece. This will need to be repeated with each limb and finally my head." He informed, watching her as she looked through all the tools. Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice, and she nodded slowly.
"Okay, well...just to warn you I'm not really a mechanic."
"Don't worry, you won't have to be for this part." If his face wasn't forced into a permanent grin, he would've smirked. It wouldn't be long now before she was running for the hills and screaming.
"...okay." With a deep breath, she closed her mouth, clearly now holding her breath. She leaned in and reached on either side of him, there was a moment as she tried to find the latches to the locks. After another moment passed, he was about ready to snap at her to find them already when the tall tale clicks echoed in the quiet room.
The girl pulled away just in time as his chest piece snapped open. Her eyes went to it, his eyes however were on her, as anticipation grew within him.
Mere moments now...before that calm look turned to pure terror.
He couldn't help but love that, the moment that they realize they are screwed, the moment they realized they messed up. The terrified and hopeless look that descends upon their eyes. It was an addiction, he was well aware. But it was one he wasn't going to give up anytime soon. Especially that he had a new and much more terrifying form.
Springtrap watched as she leaned around the chest plate to look at his insides and then froze.
He waited for a reaction, for anything…
But there was no response, no change in her facial expression...nothing. She just...stared, her face devoid of any emotion.
There were several beats of silence where this continued.
Springtrap couldn't help but look between the exposed bloody form and back at the girl before him, the silence was strangely unnerving even for him.
"Well?" He finally demanded, perhaps she had gone into shock. That happened, that was fine. The fear always came. Her eyes lifted to him, but there still remained that lack of emotion. Lack of...anything really. His ears lowered and pulled back slightly. It took him a moment that he was able to realize that some movement had been gained in his right arm. Not much, but enough to grab her wrist before it prevented him from moving it up anymore. The girl, who could be no older than fourteen, turned her attention to that and stared at the hand that completely enclosed her small arm...and did nothing.
William's eyes narrowed, and with what strength he had, he tightened his grip on her wrist. He could feel her tense under the grip, but nothing else happened.
"That's a real body in there you know..." he trailed eyes flickering over her face, at his voice she looked back up at him again…
But there was nothing. No fear, not even determination, or bravo.
Nothing.
It's like someone unplugged all the emotion in her body. All the reactions.
If he could grit his teeth he would. "It's mine you know! I could do the same to you...grab your throat and just...squeeze." He growled the last part and squeezed her wrist for example. Her eyes flickered down to her wrist again before back up at him. But still...nothing. "What the ***l is wrong with you!?" His voice raised in volume, but still, there was nothing, "if you think this will stop me then you are wrong! I DON'T CARE! BRAVERY ISN'T GOING TO WORK! IT NEVER DOES! I COULD DESTROY YOU IN SECONDS!" He was on the verge of screaming, but she gazed at him blankly.
The frustration built up inside of him and he finally let out a noise that sounded like a shout and screech of a dying monster, opening his maw and revealing the decaying face within.
...but nothing.
All she did was stare with a distanced look. It's like she wasn't even present anymore.
Finally, he let go of her wrist and cursed heavily and rapidly as he turned away.
"***it! Stupid girl, it's not enticing when you don't even react!" he protested, and let out a mock breath as his shoulders dropped.
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as she seemed to start to come back to reality, as she looked down at her wrist, turning it over and around. Turning his full attention to her he watched as she grabbed several fuzzy round things from her pocket and put them on her injured wrist, it was only then he realized they were a bracelet of some sort.
"What the ***k are you doing?" He demanded a harsh edge to his voice. She looked up at him with that same infuriatingly blank expression.
"It will bruise." Her voice...was as devoid as her expression was.
"So?" But his question went unanswered, she turned and put the gloves on and grabbed some of the tools.
And all of the sudden the emotionless expression was gone, and that same timid persona was back.
"So should I get started then? Father will be back soon."
He couldn't help but stare at her incredulously.
Thank you for reading to the end! I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! And yes, there is a explanation for Knightley's behavior. But I can assure you that it is not foolish bravery.
What did you guys think of the characters? Springtrap may seem reasonable and sane now, but that certainly won't last.
I'd love to hear what you think!
Thank you so much again for reading!