Hello! This is I guess a surprise update! Normally this story will be coming out on Friday's, but ah...I got impatient, plus I'm already working on the third chapter so I was kinda like, eh, what the heck?

Anyway, thank you to those who followed and favorited! It means a lot, this one is quite a bit different from my usual ones, but I hope you guys like it all the same!

As for reviews...

SilentAmbiance: I just wanted to say thank you for always reviewing, you don't know how much it means to me. So thank you! And I'm so glad you think I did him well! I'll try to do my best to portray him best I can! And don't worry, I can see how she can be amusing :).

Warning, some forms of abuse are present below.

I own nothing but my characters.

Chapter 2
Who's The Real Danger?

There was little in life that was more disconcerting than seeing one's decomposing body within the contents of a trash bag.

Springtrap knew it was needed, not enough time had passed for him to build up his strength enough to force his body to move.

It was very interesting to watch the girl work, that same blank look had crossed over her face the entire time. She worked methodically without faltering a second.

Part of him had expected it to hurt, but it hadn't. It was just another disconcerting fact that it was no longer his body. The feeling was strange, distanced, a feeling of no longer being bound to a fleshly body.

He had achieved what he wanted, immortality, and as William thought about it, he didn't mourn the loss of his previous form. In all ways this one was superior. So long as he got fixed up of course.

His eyes were drawn back to the girl next to him as she removed the gloves off her hands and looked over him.

"Well, I had honestly expected to take it out myself. So...thank you." Saying thanks hadn't always been his favorite thing, but one thing that seemed to have permanently been instilled in him was a certain sense of manners.

Yes, despite everything, he did still have his manners.

She didn't respond as her eyes drifted back and forth between him and the black and bloodied bag, her face devoid of emotion. He was quickly gathering that it was a sort of disassociation, her body seemed to move and work as if automatic. Listening to commands and executing them without hesitation.

That...could be something useful.

"Kid." He said, louder this time, thankfully she had put his headpiece back in place, and he was finding it much easier to speak now without anything inside.

How strange, he was functioning so much better now that he was hollow.

Though hollow was perhaps an exaggeration, within was the endoskeleton that was finally able to move without constraint, and of course, the deadly spring locks that had forced him into this situation.

Her head lifted and she blinked gazing at him blankly, and his ears pulled back slightly as he lowered his head.

She was manageable in this state, but it certainly wasn't something he would like to keep around permanently. Because if there was one thing that Springtrap did love, it was the complexity of human emotions.

But he found himself especially fascinated with the emotion of fear. It was one of the major emotions that caused so many different reactions.

Some ran…

Some fought…

And others froze.

The ones that froze were his favorite. The moment that hopelessness set into them, the realization that they weren't going to be getting out of the situation they were in.

The moment they realized that they had no control.

"Can you move now?" The voice of the girl made him jerk out of the daze he had been in. His eyes flickered up to her and then down to himself. He could, but the intensity of the rust was making it quite difficult. Not to mention the damage to the endoskeleton-...no, the damage to his endoskeleton.

This was his body now after all…

"Somewhat." His eyes flickered up to her once more and he shifted his now much larger jaw about. The once man was tempted to question her intentions, demand why she would even do this.

...but he hesitated.

It had been what...two...three years? Granted, he had only woken up last year...but still, it was a considerable amount of time to be alone with one's thoughts, and his weren't welcoming.

So...the company, as strange as it was, was a welcomed change.

The only problem was that if he wanted to keep the company, he would have to restrain himself.

"What else do you need?" She asked breaking the silence, he turned his attention to her and paused. There was nothing she could likely do. With the endoskeleton damaged, he would need someone who knew how to repair it. Or...a new replacement entirely.

And he doubted the girl before him would be able to do that.

"Not much else." He admitted and turning his attention to the bags he couldn't help but adjust a bit in place. "Except, getting rid of that." As the words escaped his maw, he couldn't help but try and focus on distancing himself.

That wasn't his body anymore.

Her attention went to it, and the blank look crossed over her face once more. "Okay." With that, she went over and tied up the bag, blank and unfazed. Then...she began dragging it from the room.

Knightley was panting, and she couldn't figure out why. In her hand was a shovel, the wooden handle was likely going to be giving her splinters. But perhaps there was a less likely chance now that the wood was wet from the rain that poured down around her.

She stood out back, behind the restaurant, and she couldn't figure out why she was out here. The girl had to have buried something right? But what did she bury?

There was tension in her body like she was a coil wound uptight, but she couldn't figure out why. It's like her body was trying to communicate something to her, but she didn't understand what.

Turning around she looked at the once family pizzeria, the pouring rain hit it in a pitter and pattering way. Her eyes flickered down to the shovel in her hands. Where had she even gotten this?

Part of Knightley wanted to dig up the freshly disturbed mud. But she didn't for a multitude of reasons. One of them being that...well it was mud, and it would've just been a fruitless effort.

She let her eyes wander around the grassy and muddy area around her. There were little...mounds everywhere. Just like the one at her feet, the sight of them gave her a deeply disturbed feeling, but if asked, she would never be able to explain why.

Deciding that whatever the mystery was, it wasn't worth the chance of getting a cold. Father always got mad when she got sick.

The shovel wouldn't leave her hand, and she wasn't sure if it was because the cold was causing all her muscles to remain contracted, or if it was for the same reason she was out here.

A shiver escaped her body as she stepped inside the building, Knightley wouldn't call it air-conditioned, but it seemed that the chill from outside had seeped in, and even as the humidity from the rain began to accumulate outdoors. Inside remained unaffected.

In some ways she was glad for that, humidity always made her sweat and made her hair stick to her back uncomfortably.

Though that had already happened with the rain that had completely soaked her small form.

Dripping she stepped inside. Careful not to slip on the tiles. Though it was unlikely she would. The grime that was on it was enough to create a fly trap on the ground.

She let out a breath and set the shovel against the wall, she needed to go see if she could help Spring with anything else, and apologize for suddenly leaving.

It happened sometimes, she would find herself in a completely different place than before, with absolutely no explanation. Her father called them blackouts, and he hated them. He said during them she would act like a robot. Apparently, that bothered him.

Shaking her head and grabbing one of the dusty dish towels she headed back to the room. As she went there she shook the dust off the towel and began to try and dry her hair. The black always seemed shinier when it was wet, and while she did enjoy the shiny look in comparison to the usual matte tone, dripping wet hair was not something she enjoyed.

Once she had wrung out a good portion of her hair, she re-entered the room. Only to find Spring standing up and leaning against the wall.

At the sight, she came to a halt and stared up at the damaged hare. He...was so much taller than he had first appeared.

His good ear lifted at her entrance, and with some painful sounding creaks and groans he turned to face her, "...why are you wet?" The rasp in his voice was so much stronger now, it took her a moment before she was able to mentally translate what he said.

"Oh...I was...outside? And...it was raining." A shiver ran through her body and she took a deep breath, hoping body heat would soon start to compensate. "Um...do you know...why I was outside? And...did I...help? I mean...you can stand...but...I don't really...remember if I did or not..." She trailed, he stared at her a long moment and she shifted under the gaze.

"...you helped me get rid of something no longer needed. You don't remember that at all?" At the question, she shook her head.

"I get blackouts sometimes." She shrugged helplessly, "I have no idea what I do during them."

"Interesting." He muttered, before looking back down at his feet.

"...are you having trouble walking?" She asked gently coming over, his eyes flickered up to her.

"Yeah, my limbs have grown rusty with age." Knightley watched as he looked down at his hands and flexed them experimentally. She opened her mouth to say something when voices from the dining room made them both turn toward the hole.

"...I assume that would be your father then." At the statement she looked back at him, shifting as she took note of the darker tone to his raspy voice.

"...y...yeah." She whispered and swallowed before stepping over the rubble, and hoping he wouldn't follow, she headed for the dining room.

Gladly, the large animatronic didn't. It also allowed her to listen to what her father was saying.

"...and I really think it could work! Imagine it! With all the myths and legends surrounding this place, it will attract crowds of people!" He exclaimed, and her brow furrowed slightly as she drew near to the main room.

Knightley peaked around the corner's edge and gazed at her father walking in further, followed by two of his friends.

Friends that she shrank a bit at the sight of, she never understood why her father hung out with them...they were so mean.

"I dunno man...this was once a family diner. How scary can this thing be?" The taller of the two was Chad, he was blond, and had a friendly look about him, but that was only to disguise his nasty personality. One that Knightley was unfortunate enough to encounter quite a bit.

"Oh trust me, this thing looks like it crawled out of the pits of hell. It scared Knightley and I so bad, she ran and hid before I could grab her." Her father explained and she took a silent breath.

He would be upset if she wasn't hidden as he said…

Quickly retreating to avoid them, she went to the cleaning closest and silently shut the door. Curling up and making little sniffling sounds.

"Is that her?" Andre asked, and Knightley would admit that between the two of them. He was slightly more tolerable.

"Probably, the poor thing gets scared so bad at the littlest things." She heard the footsteps approaching, and then the door opened.

Knightley looked up at the sight of her father, he was in a fresh pair of clothes and had showered.

"Did the big bad monster scare you, sweetheart?" He asked, his tone softer, but Knightley knew he wasn't asking.

He was telling her that it did.

"Y...yessir..." she whispered, and he nodded helping her up. The moment she was on her feet, she was forgotten.

Her father turned back to his two comrades.

"C'mon, I'll show you where he is. Andre make sure that the taser is ready." He ordered, and the youngest man of the three nodded gripping the taser in one hand. It was then that Knightley took note of the items in each of their hands.

Her father was holding a pipe, likely picked up from the junkyard a couple of blocks down from their house. Andre, as expected, gripped a taser, and Chad was holding a rifle in both hands. But out of the three of them, he looked the most anxious.

"T...taser?" Knightley asked, breaking the momentary silence as the three men got their weapons ready. Her father and Chad ignored her, but Andre didn't.

The man turned to her and chuckled, "yeah kid, if this thing is as dangerous as your father says, then we will certainly need something to defend ourselves!" He grinned and turned to make sure it was functioning properly.

She stared at him quietly. Wanting to tell him...tell all three of them that he wasn't dangerous, and he hadn't hurt her or scared her.

But her mouth remained shut.

They were going to do whatever they wanted no matter what she said.

Could he physically strain his ears anymore? Springtrap wasn't certain on that. But he did certainly try.

The once man was as close to the hole in the wall that he could without being seen. To be honest, he wasn't sure why he was hiding, if he wanted to, he could end them all in only a few moves.

But...still, he hesitated, which is something that he had never recalled doing when he was alive. William had acted upon his whims and desires as they came. Usually, it led him down some very complicated and messy paths as a result.

Case and point the situation he was currently in…

And yet despite that, he had never really hesitated in making decisions. When he wanted a family, he met and married a woman, when he got annoyed with something or someone, he got rid of it. When he got a genius idea, he executed it.

There were no complicated processes of thinking things through, no overthinking. Nothing, he saw a problem and he executed the best way to solve it.

It was such a simple way to things, something so simple as that should've been the obvious choice of anyone. But because of it he was called reckless, impulsive, and always told to think things through.

He didn't see a point in doing any of that.

And yet...here he was, hesitating. Waiting, gathering information so he could make his choice about his next move. It was so foreign it felt as alien as trying on this suit for the first time all those years ago.

Yet here he was.

Now, as he stood and listened, he wasn't sure if it was his faulty auditory systems, or him just being old. But he wasn't able to make out what they were saying. Even when the voices had been speaking earlier he had only heard mumbles. Faint ones at that.

Growing impatient, he was about to go into the hallway and investigate when the humans entered.

Springtrap remained where he was and watched as they entered and looked around the room. The small girl following behind.

She was the first one to spot him and froze a moment looking at him a bit wide-eyed, but otherwise not reactant.

"Uh...Rodger, I don't see anything." The blond one said looking around the room, except of course the slightly shadowed part of the room where William was.

"Shut up, he is in here." Rodger turned to look at his daughter. "You said he couldn't move ****h." He growled, and if Springtrap had eyebrows, one of them would've raised.

Not even he called his daughter that.

"Well. Perhaps you should use your eyes, or has your pea-sized brain stopped receiving signals from them?" While his prominent raspy hiss was annoying in the sense that he wasn't easily understood. William did enjoy how it sounded much more ominous than how his voice had been before.

All three men stiffened up, and turned to look toward him, their eyes went wide and the color drained from their faces. If Springtrap could grin anymore then he already was, he would.

"...well, I helped him so he could move sir." The girl explained, her voice shattering the veil of silence that had fallen over the group.

"Exactly." He growled and stepped forward, he took note of all their weapons, and the only one he had any real concern about was the taser. It had taken the personal experience to teach him how dangerous those were to use on an animatronic if one wasn't careful.

He doubled the sniveling and trembling man before him would be careful.

The men stumbled back at his advance, and he chuckled lowly, "what happened to your bravery? What happened to the determination that prompted you into a place like this?" He asked watching as they backed up more and more until they cornered themselves.

Idiots.

Springtrap lurched forward and reached out his arm, he cursed the stiffness that made it slow. Because it allowed for his soon to be victim to duck out of the way and scurry out of his reach like a pathetic mouse.

The momentum caused him to fall forward, nearly colliding with the wall if his other arm didn't react off instinct and slam against the wall to prop him up.

The other two took the cue from their comrade and scurried away, just as they did he whipped around, ear bent back slightly as he snarled. It came out more of a wicked hiss with his new voice.

If he weren't so clumsy and stiff, he would be able to snatch them up easily, but that was something that would have to come with time.

Jerking around, he forced the stiff and rusty body to comply as he stumbled forward and toward one of them.

It ended up being Rodger, who gave an undignified squeal and took off running out of the wall hole. William let out a growl, he would have to go after him. That man was always running.

He had little regard for the girl, but it seemed she was quick to evade him as he lumbered toward the other two men. The one with the rifle was screaming and hugging the weapon like it was a teddy bear instead of a device used for killing.

The one with the taser darted about the room like a jackrabbit, Springtrap ended up in the middle of the room just spinning around as he tried to track him. He was the only one who truly concerned the animatronic man.

Finally, the human seemed to tire and the rabbit opened his maw in a wider grin, he used this opportunity to lurch forward and let out a horrifying screech at the man, arms up in the aggressive stature, if his previous body had still been inside, he would've opened his maw to reveal it. But with it removed, he opened his maw, but this time it was to imitate the motion of him being ready to consume the man.

The undignified scream that came from the man was one of the most pathetic ones William had ever heard, and he was ready to laugh at himself for his worries over this coward.

However, his hubris was to be his downfall.

As he was in the middle of winding down his screech, a sudden buzzing feeling erupted at his chest and spread over his body. It sent a wave of pain shooting all over him, his eyes went to static and he stumbled forward letting out a different kind of screech this time.

In the middle of this screech, he felt his entire body lock up and freeze in place.

He was frozen, bent over, both hands to his chest to remove the device causing this.

But it was too little avail, as it was already too late.

His body was locked up, and he wasn't able to move it. The pain faded into a dull buzz that made him feel like he was high, but not in a good way.

No. He was frozen in place, even as his mind ordered, and screamed for his limbs to move. There was no response.

A few long moments passed before the man who shocked him spoke.

"Is...it alive?"

William managed to only slightly roll his eyes.

Of course, it wasn't..of course, he wasn't.

That's why he was still in this situation.

"I don't know...but I think Rodger was right. We have a terrifying animatronic for his brother's attraction."

Thank you for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

What did you think of Springtrap? What of Knightley, her father and his friends?

I'd love to hear what you think!

:)