Heeeeeeey everybody…how ya doing?
It's been…ten months…?
Heh…
Um, well here I am with a update…it has been awhile, I've been really working on my quote on quote 'canon' story for awhile now. If you don't know, I have three other FNAF fics running, and the one that gets the most attention (from me) is The Difference of Staying Alive and Living.
That is what I call my 'canon' story. Clearly it's not canon seeing how it's fanfiction.
Buuuut, according to my fanfiction FNAF series, that is the mainstream story.
You can call this one a au. So it's a alternative universe of my alternative universe.
If you want to know the 'facts' of my FNAF series, then check out my profile, there you will fine dates and people who may not be the same as they are in the actual legit canon.
Like for example.
Andrew Afton = Foxy Bro
Michael Afton = Crying Child aka, bite of '83.
That's really the major difference, oh…um, yes, that and the addition of the Byrds.
So, in the beginning there was Henry Emily, William Afton, and their mechanics Jaxon and Nicolette Byrd.
So, if you are from my main series, there is more then likely a chance you will see characters from the other series just…different. ;D
Now! Onto the reviews…
SilentAmbiance: Hello! And I'm glad you like SpringBon! I work hard on trying to do the characters best I can, I'm glad you like Knightley, and I know this is a year late, but your welcome!
A Reader: Yeah, he really is terrible
I own nothing but my characters and ides
Credit to Selkiesong22 for all her help
Chapter Four
Fazbear Frights
Knightley watched her father and Quientin speaking from where she stood in the hallway. After polite introductions, the businessman and her father dismissed themselves and went to speak in the main room. She couldn't really make out their hushed whispers, but it sounded serious enough.
"...I can only presume they are talking about me." The voice of Spring made her jump and look at the animatronic who was leaning heavily against the wall. She took a deep breath and turned to look back at the two men.
"I think so." The girl shifted from foot to foot before taking another breath.
"Do you know that man?" the animatronic behind her asked, she glanced back at him again before shaking her head.
"No, I've never seen him before. He must be new, uncle Scott goes through assistants like water." Knightley explained before looking over him, "should you be up?" Those chains must've been heavy.
"Perhaps not, but I'd rather be standing then sitting down." He countered and she nodded after a moment.
"Right." She turned to look at the hallway where she could see the outline of Quientin's figure, but her father was hidden around the corner.
"So, where is this place Scott has in mind?" the rabbit asked and she looked back at him again before taking a breath and adjusting to face him more.
"Somewhere in Wyoming. I'm not sure what city, but apparently uncle Scott has a place that he has built out there. He has been gathering up all the old animatronics and trying to get them to work again. He told father that if he found any to send them to him. You are the first working one he will have." At that he nodded and looked around the room.
"They are very bold, assuming I will come with them." He muttered, mostly to himself, but she paused before tilting her head.
"Do you plan on fighting them?" His eyes turned to look at her before his head followed.
"No, I'd rather leave this place." he lowered his head slightly and let his eyes flicker about the room, "far too many memories here." That was said quietly, and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear that or not.
"Well...that's...good." She responded lamely, he looked up at her again, but before any conversation could continue, the voice of her father was heard.
"What do you mean you are going to ask him? It's a machine!" He protested and Knightley watched as both men re-entered the room.
"A machine with intelligent enough sentiance to hold conversations?" Quientin stopped and looked back at her father who was forced to stop as well, "of course I'm going to ask him." The tone of that made Knightley shift in place and her father to swallow, which was only visible by the bobbing of his adams apple.
"Fine, but I doubt it's opinion is going to be helpful or relevant." He finally grumbled, snatching the beer Knightley had been holding without another word. She jumped in surprise but didn't otherwise react.
The very tall man turned to look at Spring who was watching the exchange seeming amused.
"Alright, well. Sir, I'm here to offer you a….job of sorts. You will be performing as a scary entity in a horror attraction based off this location and others like it." He offered, and Spring lifted his one good ear and opened his eyes further.
"Oh? And what might be the employee benefits? What of my wage?" At that the man blinked.
"Well...what do you want?" He asked hesitantly and Knightley couldn't help but be curious herself.
What could an animatronic want?
Spring seemed a bit surprised but paused to contemplate his response. After a few moments, where the only sound was that of them all breathing, he nodded and looked back up at Quientin.
"I want to be repaired, and kept in good condition, also, I want full access to the other animatronics when you get them. Along with a room all to myself." He ordered, and Quientin paused before jotting down notes.
"Alright, I can make that work, I don't know of any mechanics who have worked on animatronics...but I may have a guy who knows a guy." he started mumbling to himself, alternating between his blackberry and notepad. Before he finally looked up at the animatronic in question, "I will see you tomorrow, and I'll be bringing a truck." he announced and then with a nod, the man turned and left the room. Knightley's father trailed after him.
"I'll be getting paid for this right? Cause technically I own that robot…"
Knightley turned to look up at the animatronic as he watched the two men go.
"Aren't you going with them?" Spring asked, turning to look at her, she shifted and pursed her lips.
"Yeah, father just doesn't like me following behind him." She paused a moment and looked up at him, "I think we might be going to Wyoming as well." She offered a little smile, "so I guess I'll see you there." Then she gave a small wave and headed after her father, not noticing the perplexed gaze on her back as she did.
The trip had been strange, well, strange to him, it's not like he hadn't been in car rides before, honestly it had made up most of his life.
But riding in the back of a u-haul truck without anything holding him down had been an experience unto itself.
He spent most of it catching himself on the walls of the u-haul, even denting some areas as he slammed against it roughly.
Luckily the Quientin man didn't seem to have common sense about him and let him out of the chains, or this trip would've been a lot more difficult to endure.
Next time he'd see if he could have some sort of chair or something, this was ridiculous.
Especially as stiff as the joints of the Bonnie suit was.
The small and unstable car ride would've been difficult enough, but fighting his body at the same time had made the whole event quite miserable.
So by time the door lifted and he bore witness to the subject who caused him this torment, William was about ready to crush him with the strength of this faulty animatronic.
"You son of a-" he started, only to blink when the man held up his hand.
"Yes, yeah, I heard your swears from the front." He took a breath and stepped to the side, "would you have rather been in a box?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, and Springtrap curled a hand into a fist.
"Keep up the snark and I'll put you in a box." He growled before forcing the stiff limbs to move and get down from the u-haul. The man chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah like a grave I get it." He shut the doors behind the animatronic-man and then Spring turned to face the building before him. It looked akin to the old pizzeria, and for a moment the bot wondered if they had just driven in a circle.
"Close likeness huh? Scott has been working on it for a while. Couple of years in fact." The man let out a breath, "it's kinda been his obsession for awhile, him and that assistant." He shook his head and went inside.
Springtrap stared after him and tilted his head, hadn't the girl said that he was the assistant?
A car screeching behind him made the animatronic-man turn around and stare at the traffic and city around him. It had been night when they left, so he hadn't really seen the outside world, and he couldn't help but gaze at it for a moment.
It had been a few years since he had been outside, and it was a strange thing…
Not really feeling anything.
He did not feel the heat of the sun, nor the breeze as it made the leaves shudder. Sensory traits seemed to be lost upon the age-old suit; he knew the newer models were more aware of their surroundings, but models like this one and Fredbear…
Well they had been merely stage props. Made to move and swing around as music played over the speakers. Sure there were voice boxes, but they were limited to certain lines. Lines that William had grown annoyingly accustomed to over the years.
Thankfully the systems had seemingly fried when Spring Bonnie went quiet, no longer did the pre-recorded lines force themselves out of his mouth. The amount of times he greeted customers that weren't there couldn't be counted.
Because of the age and limitations of the suit, he couldn't feel the world around him. It felt surreal, like he was staring at a picture, yes he could hear the world around him, but it was limited to a spherical range around him.
These suits were never meant to be used like this, never meant to hold intelligence of the human caliber. And the more time he spent bound in it, the more he cursed the Byrds for only putting in limited features.
Being essentially dead was a strange thing. He didn't feel it, granted, he did feel a perpetual cold feeling, a distance from reality. Perhaps from life itself. Because there was a distance now, there was no warmth, no warmth in the cold metallic body of the suit.
He mocked a breath, and strangely enough the sound emanated from his mouth. Curious he looked down at his hands...or paws, as if they would answer why he could still hear the sound of a breath...but not experience the effects.
"You coming?" The animatronic's good ear lifted at the voice and he turned to look at Quientin who was now peeking out of the doorway. After a moment the rotten bot nodded and lumbered his way into the building, having to duck slightly to keep his ears from hitting the top of the doorframe.
The look of the place made it seem like it was almost waiting for him, it had the same aged and creepy look that his suit did. A strange green hue lit the entire building, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the lights or the coloration of the walls.
"Charming." He said looking around, "Scott seems to have done his research, it looks like the old location." He muttered before stepping inside more. Quientin was scribbling something down in his notebook.
"Mmmhmm, the amount of condemned restaurants we had to go to was...insane." The man huffed and looked around taking more notes. "You know there was a whole urban legend kinda thing." He paused and tilted his head, "okay, you probably know, but anyways. That's what this place is based on. The rumors that the animatronics would come to life at night and hunt down the night guards. Supposedly...they were haunted or something." He glanced back at William and chuckled, "small towns have the wildest stories huh?"
The animatronic felt an amusement bubble in him, if only the man knew that behind him stood the one who started it all.
But for now William kept that a secret.
He watched Quientin hum to himself and scribble down more notes and typing into that strange black box of his. Finally after a few moments he stole a breath and turned to Springtrap.
"Yes, now, I'll give you a tour and show you the room you requested as well as where your coworker will be, and where you will be." Then with that he briskly turned on his heel and headed down the dark hallway.
Springtrap hesitated a moment before glancing back outside, the door was practically shut at this point and swinging closed still.
The last bit of natural light faded and William took a silent breath before he headed into the dark interior. Dodging hanging lights that would've knocked him in the face.
There were several hallways, and Springtrap couldn't help but notice the multiple vent entrances.
That was definitely something to note.
Quientin rambled on about the interior of the building, how they had to get people to come in and make it look old, but William's thoughts were otherwise occupied.
What should he do now?
Should he continue to pursue his goal in attaining immortality? Finding a new human body to transfer his chip and consciousness into? Or should he take advantage of his new frightening form and cause some chaos? Or even, should he continue his mission of preventing children from reaching that cursed age?
He knew the Spring Bonnie suit was capable of taking down a human with frightening ease. Not to mention that if he wanted to, he could trap them inside the suit and cause the Springlocks to go off.
But that would be extremely messy, and he worried the chip that had downloaded his dying self would then absorb that of his victim.
Then it would just be awkward.
Perhaps he didn't have to figure it out now, he could just spend his time tormenting whoever would be unlucky enough to spend their time with him.
He might have to avoid fully showing his hand, things would be…strange now that his employers were fully aware of his consciousness. Maybe he could fake a malfunction to pretend that he was no longer functioning…
But that might be overkill.
William had charm, he knew how to convince people of his innocence.
He would have to figure out what to do for the rest of his time, but for now, he might as well just have a bit of fun.
Roland Finch had just graduated high school and was ready to get into the workforce!
Except…so was every other highschool graduate.
Summer jobs were in high demand, and Roland was met with more no's then he ever thought were possible.
It wasn't like he didn't try, from fast food places to a garbage collector, Roland would take anything he could get.
He had no qualms against doing dirty work, he just needed a job.
In hindsight. Perhaps he should've been more selective.
"Fazbear Frights huh?" His eyes flickered over the ad, it took up a large portion of the job section. They must've paid extra for the space.
Did that mean they were more desperate?
With a breath he glanced around the small apartment. With peeling paint and chipped floors, Roland knew it wasn't the greatest of living conditions.
But at the moment it was all he had.
With a breath his eyes fell to the paper again and he pursed his lips pulling at one of his short corkscrew curls.
He needed to get it cut again, but of course. No money.
With a breath and deciding, Roland went over to the landline attached to his wall. Dialing the number, Roland couldn't shake a strange and uneasy feeling in his gut.
Maybe it was just the gas station tacos from last night.
Yeah. That's probably what it was.
"So your job is basically just to be…scary, ya know, give the guests a little fright, thrill and all." Quientin explained, and William nodded glancing around his designated room.
It wasn't great, it was clearly just a storage room. For obvious reasons they didn't expect to be having a sentient animatronic.
"Of course, we do mean a little fright." Quientin added, and Springtrap didn't miss the cautious glance up at him. "After all, this place is based on an urban legend, but we don't want to turn it into one." He claimed and William nodded easily.
"Of course." Then he paused, his eyes falling to the black box within the hands of Quientin. His ear tilted in concentration.
He had never seen anything like it before…
How long exactly had he been in that wall?
"What is it?" Quientin asked with a raised eyebrow, Springtrap lifted his gaze from the black box and to the man.
"….how long ago did the last location close?" He asked, and Quientin paused brow furrowed until he pulled out a notepad from his pocket. After flipping through a few pages he hummed.
"Roughly twelve years ago now. Back in 1988 the one with the toys put up it's foreclosure sign." He explained, but his words sent William reeling.
Twelve years?
He could've sworn it had only been three…
"So…it's…"
"The new millennium? Yeah, pretty cool huh?" He asked, before his black box went off and he blinked looking at it, "oh, this is Scott. I gotta take this. Why don't you get settled in huh?" He asked, before then answering his phone with a 'hello?' And leaving the room.
William however stood in the small storage room frozen.
Twelve years…twelve years…twelve years.
Without a full understanding of why, his mind went to his two remaining children.
Were they even still alive?
Andrew would be in his late thirties…Michael would be in his mid twenties.
Was Lizzie even still around or had her soul moved on?
He had many questions, but there was no one here to answer them.
He had basically been shot twelve years into the future.
Springtrap looked around the room he was in, a strange feeling erupting in him.
He couldn't help but stare at the mockery of his legacy around him and feel a strange sense of loss.
William could still recall the early days like they were merely yesterday.
Yet here he was, over twenty six years later, standing in all that remained of the legacy that he, Henry and the Byrds worked so hard to build.
Was Henry still alive? Or was he all that was left?
William wasn't sure if he would ever find out.
…he wasn't sure if he wanted to find out.
I know it's short! But it's a chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it!
What do you think of Quientin? Of William? Or even this new Roland?
I hope to start getting more chapters out!