The sidewalk glistened under the artificial glow of the street lights, and the sound of cars driving on the nearby roads wasn't all too pleasant, but Springtrap found Gold's company more than enough to make the mood light and the walk seem scenic. The smell of the city was ever-present and foul, but the scent of Gold's cologne was just a little stronger. They walked hand in hand, their spirits high as the sounds of traffic drowned out the chirping of crickets and the faint, distant call of nighttime birds. Hardly any other people were out, due to both the time and the cold weather. It sort of felt like a cool spring night, if not a little harsher. Springtrap didn't really notice the cold; he was practically pressed against Gold as they walked, leaving the apartment far behind. They were walking around the block once, and then they would part for the night after arriving back at the apartments. Spingtrap briefly wondered if he would be able to coax Gold into staying the night. Springtrap was growing weary of movies, but if the promise of watching them all night convinced Gold to stay, he would suffer through it.

Watching movies was relaxing most of the time, but with how many hours he had spent watching them lately, sitting around and doing nothing was making him feel a little guilty. He didn't feel productive, but it wasn't like there was much else to do anyway. He could finally get around to cleaning his room, but that didn't sound too inviting or fun. Snuggling up against Gold sounded much more appealing if he were being honest.

The stars were few and far between; barely visible through the city's glow. The apartment was definitely a huge shift from Gold's scenic little home, but this was what Springtrap had grown used to. Cramped apartment buildings with neighbors who were much too loud, the air that reeked of chemicals and gas, a sky that revealed very few stars… It wore on him, but this was his home for the time being. For how much longer, he wasn't sure. The lingering threat of losing the apartment tormented him, but for tonight he swallowed down his own personal problems to indulge in hand-holding and the company of someone he trusted.

"Today went by way too fast…" Gold murmured from beside Springtrap, who gave a half nod.

Things had been so weird since the party, but time wasn't standing still for Springtrap to process it all. Everything was going by so fast, and Spring was beginning to wonder if anything would ever really feel normal again. Even though things had certainly been pleasant, it was different, and it would take some getting used to.

"So we're… a thing, right?" Gold asked with a seeking glance over at Springtrap.

The rabbit smiled, showing off his teeth before giving another little nod. He didn't look at Gold, instead gazing down at his own shoes as they continued to slowly walk down the sidewalk. Hearing that made his chest flutter and stomach twist, but in a pleasant, wholesome way.

"Yeah…" Springtrap whispered as he looked up at the bear. "I'd say that."

Gold's expression softened and he lowered his ears with a pleased little hum.

Springtrap's smile suddenly fell, and he winced. "It feels wrong… doesn't it?" He whispered.

Gold looked over at the smaller man with a puzzled expression. Gold knew where this feeling was coming from; it was a deep-rooted fear instilled by Spring's father.

Relationships were a waste of time, preached Springtrap's mother. They would lead to regret, heartbreak, and unwanted kits who anchored their parents into unhappy, unhealthy relationships. Yet his father went on about how Springtrap needed to find a woman one day, settle down and have kids of his own. Spring was a sheltered kid, but the murmurs and loud complaints about the 'queer couple' down the street intrigued the little bunny. Whatever a 'queer' was, they were clearly horrible, evil people. Spring's father despised them, whatever they were. His father was a cold, bitter man.

Springtrap had always eaten up the scraps of affection that were given to him once in a blue moon as a child. As he got older, the little affection he was given from his father stopped completely. A few weeks into third grade, Springtrap had grown very fond of a classmate. The rabbit in question had beautiful cream-colored fur, big, blue eyes, and a chipped front tooth that pulled Springtrap in. Curiosity drove him to befriend the other rabbit in hopes of finding out the story behind the damaged tooth, but a real friendship quickly blossomed. Spring had never been a social butterfly, so when his mother found out that he had made a friend, she was overjoyed. His father hadn't paid his son's new friend any mind initially, but as the two began to grow closer and all his son spoke about was the other rabbit, concerns began arising. In reality, it was nothing more than two children being friends, but to Springtrap's father, it was a dangerous relationship. Springtrap had no idea why he was suddenly pulled from school one afternoon by his father, but he hadn't expected that day to be the last one he ever saw his friend. The memory was fuzzy, but he could still feel his father's tight grip around his wrist as he drug him out to the car; angry but silent. The boy knew that once they were inside of the car, his father would explode and scold him for whatever he had done wrong. Springtrap still recalled curling up in the backseat with teary eyes, listening as his father screamed and insulted him. There had been nothing about Springtrap's relationship with that boy that should have given his father any reason to suspect that it was anything more than a friendship.

Springtrap had been a mess; he was nothing more than a confused, frightened child.

"I'm not going to raise a fairy, Bonnie." His father had growled out in a low voice that promised a beating when they got home. "Don't make me repeat this."

"It's not wrong." Gold whispered softly as they continued to walk down the street, holding onto each other just a little tighter. Springtrap was silent for a moment, but he nodded.

"I know." He finally replied. Despite knowing there was nothing wrong about this, it still felt as if it was. It had been forced into his head from such a young age that anything like this was terrible and unforgivable, and even though he didn't believe it, it was still programmed into him to shy away and hide his 'sinful' desires. Was it sinful to want to hold someone's hand and snuggle in the soft glow of a sunrise? Springtrap couldn't say, but it was what he wanted. He wanted Gold. There was no reason he should refrain from being happy; his father wasn't in his life anymore, so why was he still so hesitant?

"You know they don't care… right?" Gold asked softly. "Foxy… Bonnie… Freddy-"

Springtrap nodded and cut the bear off. "I know, I know they don't mind, but it's just. It feels so weird. I feel… Even holding hands feels so…"

Gold merely smiled and chuckled softly. "Well, I like it."

Springtrap returned his smile, relaxing ever so slightly at the wonderful sight of the bear's beam. "I like it too," Spring assured him. They were nearly back to the apartments now, and it made Springtrap slow his pace just a little to make their walk last just a bit longer.

Gold slowed his pace as well, but whether he realized they had slowed down or not, Springtrap didn't know. Spring perked his ears up suddenly, catching Gold's attention in the process.

One glance over his shoulder confirmed his fears. Someone was trailing them.

"Freddy..." Spring hissed out in a panicked voice as he turned away from their shadow.

Gold gave one quick glance back and understood immediately. His heart sank, and he realized that there wasn't much traffic at this hour. Fewer witnesses.

The sound of footsteps were getting faster, and Gold realized with a nauseous shiver that this person definitely meant harm. It was too dark to see what they looked like, but he didn't want to find out. "Let's cross the road." Gold hissed out urgently, looking down at Springtrap. The little rabbit's heart was thumping wildly in his chest, and his pupils were the size of pinpricks. He barely caught what Gold had said, and was pulled along as they changed direction and began heading for the other side of the street. Springtrap couldn't think clearly, he just knew that he was in danger, and he was freezing up. He allowed Gold to lead the way across the desolate road, and his grip on the bear's paw became almost painful as he dug his claws into Gold's fur.

Gold didn't comment; either it wasn't hurting him, or he was more concerned about the harm that their stalker planned to inflict. There was a fast-food restaurant nearby, it was only a few minutes away. It would be safe there… It was open 24/7, so they would be able to slip inside and anchor down for as long as they needed. One last glance over his shoulder told Gold all he needed to know; the man was definitely following them, and it became apparent that he had a friend. Gripping onto Springtrap's hand tighter, Gold started walking a little faster. He didn't want to run and have their 'friends' chase them down, but everything inside of him was screaming to run or stand his ground and fight. He tried to avoid physical altercations when he could, though, and with Springtrap being involved, he didn't want to risk the rabbit getting hurt.

"Spring," He whispered out in a hushed but panicked voice.

Springtrap only dug his claws into Gold's hand a little tighter. He couldn't think; he wanted to pull away and run on his own, but he also wanted to cling to Gold and seek out his protection. His mind was foggy, but there was a nagging voice that was screaming through the fog. 'Run.'

It repeated. It was instinct, and Springtrap knew that. He wasn't going to give in, though. He had a better chance clinging to Gold than running off on his own. As the fog began to lift and his head cleared, Springtrap glanced across the road at the apartments. Why weren't they going there? He had no idea where Gold was leading him, but it was too late to bolt for home now.

"Freddy." Springtrap hissed out in a shaky voice.

"We're fine." Gold assured him, even though he wasn't sure if it was a lie himself.

"We're gonna be okay, just keep walking."

The sound of approaching footsteps seemed to multiply, and another glance over his shoulder told Gold that the creeping duo had become a trio. There was no doubt in his mind that these people meant harm, but whether they were looking for money or blood was unclear.

It wasn't too much farther from the restaurant; it was in sight, but they had to cross a vacant parking lot to reach it. They could do it, though. Gold was confident of that.

"Hey!" A voice boomed from behind them. It was male, but Gold knew better than to buy into the friendly tone the stranger was using. He ignored the call and continued walking towards the restaurant. Spring looked back at the source of the voice out of reflex, and that's when he noticed a bat in one of their hands. His heart lurched up into his throat, and he shook his head in a panic.

"Bat-" he choked out. Gold picked up the pace, dragging Spring along as they practically broke into a sprint. The footsteps behind them got faster, and a new face emerged directly in front of them. The dog grinned as he stepped around the corner of a building, holding a crowbar firmly in his hand. The restaurant was right there, but Gold halted in his tracks upon seeing the dog. There was no way Gold was approaching him, but he had to make a decision on where to go and fast. The building that the dog had slipped around from was an old abandoned Chinese restaurant; there was no hope of ducking inside to friendlier faces. It was vacant and decaying, leaving Gold with no other option than to pull Spring down the alleyway against the abandoned restaurant. If they could get to the other side, they could continue forward to the open restaurant and get to safety.

"Freddy!" Springtrap squeaked out as the bear began to bolt down the alleyway, leaving their unfriendly followers behind. The alley was dark, but it was their only hope of slipping away unharmed. If they were quick, they would still have a chance.

There was a sudden squeak, yank, and thud that made Gold freeze and spin around to face the horrific sight at his feet. Springtrap was trembling on the ground; his eyes were blown wide in fear, and above him loomed a feline. Her teeth glistened in the dim light, and her claws were extended in preparation for something terrible.

"Hello, doll." She purred out with a devious flick of her thin, scraggly tail.

Springtrap trembled under her boot, clutching fruitlessly at the ground in fear.

Gold bared his fangs at the woman and took a step forward despite her extended claws; he wasn't letting anyone hurt Springtrap. "Get off him." He growled in a low voice that Springtrap had never heard him use before. It sent shivers down the rabbit's spine, and he squirmed under the cat in a desperate attempt to free himself. Gold glanced up at the end of the alley they had slipped in from. Two of the others were approaching at a leisurely pace, and the faint sound of shuffling behind him let him know the location of their final friend. Gold looked back at the dog and the crowbar still in his hand. There was no way out of this without a physical altercation.

"We don't have any money." Gold growled as he turned back to glare at the cat.

She let out a soft chuckle and leaned forward, putting more weight onto Springtrap and pushing the heel of her boot into his back. The rabbit let out a pained squeak and squirmed, wiggling and kicking his legs to try and shake the woman off.

"No money? That's too bad, fag." She purred out. Gold narrowed his eyes and watched in silence as the two other creeps finally reached their pretty little gal friend.

They were human, and for that, Gold was thankful. They had no claws or fangs to attack him with, but the bat that one of them carried was making him nervous.

"Let us go," Gold tried to reason with them. "We have nothing you want."

The cat chuckled softly and shook her head, followed by three disappointed 'tsk's.

"We're gonna need something from you. You assholes had the nerve to run." She snarled

Springtrap looked to Gold with fear in his eyes.

"What could you possibly want?" The bear growled out.

"I don't like your tone, mister…" The cat scoffed as she narrowed her eyes. "You're quite the little pissy bitch, aren't you?" Gold took the insult in silence. There was no point in arguing with the woman. She had Springtrap in her grasp, and he wasn't going to defend his pride at the price of Springtrap's safety. "Think we should teach 'em a lesson?" The dog growled out with a wide grin. Gold looked back at him, catching sight of the battered-looking Doberman. The shredded ears and multiple scars littered across his face was a telltale sign of the life this mutt led. He was an asshole; he was a troublemaker, and he had survived his fair share of scrapes.

Gold was strong, but against four strangers, three of which had weapons- was a battle that was already lost. The cat purred softly and looked down at Springtrap who had tired himself out.

"Think we should shred the runt's face up for wasting our time?" She purred out, sounding rather delighted at the prospect of inflicting some wounds on the small man.

Springtrap's heart sank as sharp claws prodded at his ear.

"Maybe shred his ears up while we're at it." The cat continued.

"Take your coat off, queer." The dog snapped suddenly as he poked his crowbar into Gold's back. The man stiffened at the uncomfortable press against his back, and he complied wordlessly. His leather coat was dropped onto the filthy ground, and the dog snatched it up without hesitation. Gold shivered from the cold, but the temperature wasn't his biggest concern at the moment. "There. Now you've got something from us. Let us go."

"I got somethin' from you." The dog corrected in an amused tone. "My friends here aren't gonna leave empty-handed." The Doberman snickered with a nod towards the other low life sleazebags. One of the humans took a step closer to Springtrap and smacked his bat on the ground, causing the rabbit to try and bolt away in fear. He was back to squirming, and his claws scraped at the rocks under him. "His shoes." The unarmed human spoke up, pacing closer to Springtrap. "I want the little bastard's shoes." Springtrap froze up as the cat dug her heel into his back harder. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, but he didn't let himself cry despite the pain. Gold opened his mouth to protest but ultimately decided that losing some clothing was better than walking away injured, or not walking away at all. Springtrap remained still while the bigger man behind him yanked his shoes off, exposing his feet to the cold. The thin socks he was wearing did very little to help keep the cold out, and he shivered under the cat.

The woman looked down at Springtrap's quivering form with a contemplative look. She was clearly in thought, but the silence seemed neverending. "I think I want a foot." She hummed with a devious grin. "Rabbit feet are good luck… aren't they?"

Gold stepped closer to the cat, to which the dog behind him let out a sinister growl.

"Slow down there, honey." The cat hissed as her gaze drifted up to stare at Gold.

"Unless you want me to take both of his feet."

"This isn't funny," Gold growled from where he stood. "Just take what you want and go."

"And what if I want his foot, darling?" The cat purred with a sickeningly arrogant smile.

"Can I take that?" She challenged. Springtrap sucked in a deep breath and tried to pull himself out from under her foot. "Freddy-" He croaked out, nearly crying by now.

"Freddy?" The man with the bat parroted. "Is that Teddy's name?" Another hard swing onto the ground much too close to Springtrap had Gold talking another step towards the cat.

"Stay the fuck back!" The woman screamed as she lifted her foot and stomped her heel into Springtrap's back. The rabbit let out a pathetic scream and scrambled away, attempting to reach Gold. The cat had other plans for him, though, and grabbed ahold of his ankles, digging her claws in much too deep. Springtrap screamed out as blood began to run down his fur and onto the ground below him. Gold had put up with enough. The man lunged forward, claws and fangs bared in preparation to maul the bitch. The dog seemed to have different plans for him, unfortunately. One good whack to the ribs sent Gold to the ground, and Springtrap let out a mortified squeal.

"Shut it!" The cat hissed out as her claws sunk deeper into Springtrap's ankles. Gold trembled on the ground as both of the humans approached, leaving Springtrap to the cat. Spring watched in horror as Gold attempted to stand, but an onslaught of kicks ultimately kept him down, curled into a pathetic ball as he tried to protect his face from the blows. Springtrap yanked away from the woman, taking her by surprise with a sudden burst of courage and strength. He acted on impulse and lunged towards Gold's attackers with his claws extended. Before he knew what he was doing, he had already left a deep, stinging slice down one of the men's face. They staggered back, clearly in shock as they clutched at the scratch in disbelief.

"You little fucking bitch!" The human screamed out, covering his wound as his friends turned their attention to Spring. Springtrap froze, realizing what he had done and the consequences that it would result in. What the fuck had he done?

The man he had sliced was unarmed, which meant that the two with weapons were unphased and ready to -

Springtrap's vision went white as the bat was slammed into the side of his head, sending him to the ground. He had no idea what was going on, but his vision was swimming and his ears were ringing. He heard shouting, growling, hissing… It was all too much. The ground was cold, but his head felt warm. What was this? Was he dying? His vision slowly began to come back, and as the sight of blood on the ground in front of him became apparent, he realized it was his own. His nose burnt, and all he could smell was blood. Had they broken his nose? His entire body hurt, and he vaguely realized that he was being kicked from all directions, just like Gold had been moments before. This was how he was going to die. A nobody; some runt who was beaten to death in an alleyway with nothing to be remembered for. He wasn't special. He was a runt, he was a disappointment, and he was a mistake. As his vision completely cleared, he could make out the form of Gold, unconscious and curled up several feet away against the alley wall. If they killed him… that was alright… He just hoped that Gold made it out of this intact.

"What do you think, boys?" Springtrap could faintly hear the cat ask. He felt her grab a hold of one of his ears, yanking it up much too hard, and something cold being pressed against it. His throat tightened as he whined.

"Wait-"

His voice went unheard, and a tremendous pain left him squirming and kicking with all his might. It didn't last long, but when it finally lessened, he wasn't at all relieved. His senses finally cleared, and he watched in horror as his ear was handed to the dog looming above him. His ear… Tears streamed down his face as he attempted to free himself from the feline's knee that was pinning him down. "Why don't we give him a matching scar?" The human he had scratched suggested with a glare down at the bleeding rabbit. Springtrap had managed to slice him right across the eye, and he knew well enough that they'd be copying that mark onto him in a matter of moments. If they were willing to slice off his ear, he wasn't sure if they had boundaries they refused to cross. It was obvious that cutting his face wasn't off the table. He kept his eyes shut tight as the cat shifted above him, then pressed her claw in right above his eyebrow. She slowly made a scratch across his eye, ignoring his sobs as she ripped his flesh.

"We should snuff the bear," The dog growled as the group left Springtrap to bleed and snivel in the alleyway. The cat took her knee off of his back and delivered one last painful kick to his ribs before following the others, relishing in the idea of making a few bucks off of the golden bear's fur.

Springtrap was too weak to move; he wanted to, but he couldn't. He was trying to push himself up in a futile attempt of saving Gold, but his body refused to work. He opened his eyes slowly, and even though his vision was blurry from crying, he could still make out two large, clawed, purple feet in front of him. He shook as he looked up into familiar eyes, greeted by a wide grin. The hare slowly bent down, eyeing the bloody rabbit with interest. He slowly extended his paw to Springtrap, silent as a mouse, and there was no hesitation before Springtrap took hold of it.

"How much do you actually think it's worth?" The cat questioned as she shifted her weight, watching as her friends examined the unconscious bear's fur.

"Maybe a couple hundred? If I can skin him without any slips," The dog grumbled as he ran his fingers across the bear's bloody face. The cat shook her head with a huff.

"Just hurry it up. I don't want to get caught-" before she could finish that sentence, she was being shoved to the ground. The other three looked up from Gold, clearly surprised that the runt still had some kick left in him.

"You fucking asshole-" The cat hissed as she pushed herself to her knees. She stared at the rabbit, and into his dark black eyes. His white pupils practically glowed in the dim light of the alley, and he wore a long, demented smile on his face. He held himself in an odd way, almost as if he wasn't quite used to his own body… or maybe that was due to the injuries they had inflicted on him. She didn't need to give her friends any permission to attack; the dog was already lunging at Springtrap, swinging the crowbar in his hand as hard as he possibly could with the intent of cracking his skull. Springtrap ducked, resulting in the crowbar sinking into the brick wall behind him. One quick leg sweep sent the Doberman to the ground, and Springtrap kicked the dog's throat as hard as he possibly could. The dog let out a horrible pained yelp.

The rabbit turned and stared at the cat as she stood, noticing the fury in her eyes as she glared daggers at him. It was obvious that she was looking for the best route of attack, but before she could make a move, the man with a bat did. He, too, swung at Springtrap, and just like before, the rabbit ducked and dodged the blow. With a hard kick to the human's legs, Springtrap successfully made him lose his balance, and ultimately, his bat. The rabbit lunged for the aluminum bat as it clattered onto the ground, and he scurried away from his attackers, still grinning as he panted for air. His white pupils scanned over them, taking in their physical states as he continued to take steps away, putting a good amount of distance between them.

"Is he on somethin'?" The scratched man muttered as he grabbed the crowbar from the ground. The dog glanced up at him as he took the weapon but didn't protest; he was still painfully clutching his throat on the ground. "Why don't you give up, bunny boy?" The cat lady snarled as she stood to her feet and approached him. Her claws were still extended; bloody and ready to slice into his flesh again. In one of her hands was a knife; Springtrap realized that was probably what they had used to cut his ear off. Blood was still smeared across the blade, and one twitchy shake of his head made the feline hesitant to lunge. Whether this rabbit was having a late boost of adrenaline or he was on some kind of drugs, she wasn't sure, but he was much faster and observant before. His eyes frantically scanned across all of them as if carefully analyzing the situation. The change of his eyes was unsettling, to say the least, but they had a fight to finish. The rabbit wasn't crying anymore. He didn't look scared whatsoever, and the grin he wore was offputting. He no longer looked like a puny little piece of prey; he looked predatory and held himself as if he had strength inside that they couldn't see.

It was one against four, though. The cat had no doubt in her mind that they would kill this bastard, drugs or not.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?" She hissed out. Springtrap blinked and his eyes drifted over to her. He didn't say a word, though. His facial expression didn't even change. He was still grinning, and his chest was rising and falling as he caught his breath. Blood coated the entire right side of his face, running out of the nasty cut across his right eye, and the tattered, jagged mess of what remained of his right ear. Despite the blood running down his face, his eyes were wide open. He was unphased by the feeling of it still running down his eyelids. His focus was solely on his prey.

The man he had already managed to scratch walked past the cat, clutching onto the crowbar he had borrowed from his canine companion. "What the fuck is wrong with you, freak?" The man huffed as he walked past the feline. Springtrap clutched onto his bat tighter, still grinning as his eyes locked onto the approaching threat. He stood still, letting the human close the distance between them. His eyes were locked onto the crowbar rather than the man's face, and as soon as it became evident that the human was about to swing, he swung first. Springtrap managed to land a hard blow to the side of the man's head, sending the bastard and the crowbar to the ground. His eyes darted up to check the locations of the other three, and upon seeing that they were still a good distance away, he reared the bat up with an even wider grin before slamming it back down into the man's face. The force of it was frightening, and two quick additional blows followed before he scurried back as the cat rushed forward. They were all screaming, everyone but him, anyway. Annoying little blood bags.

The cat was, unfortunately, a little quicker than he had anticipated, and she successfully pinned Springtrap against the wall. The rabbit's grin faltered for only a moment, but it returned, albeit softer. His eyes lidded, and he cocked his head to the side as the woman pinned him against the wall by his shoulders.

"You're quite strong." The rabbit purred out in a soft voice. It was roughly the same, yet something was off about it. It wasn't quite exact; there was a new layer to it, almost as if the voice was polluted. The cat stared into his eyes, attempting to hide her fear as she stared into that horrid, unnatural black. The rabbit could see the fear in her big green eyes, and that only made him grin wider. It was only a natural reaction he supposed, but he had been a little surprised by her strength. She was brave, or she was stupid, but the answer didn't matter to him. He glanced over at the man he had just beat with the bat. The dog and other human were bent over him, but the damage had been done.

"Ey! We need to get him to a fuckin' hospital," The dog hissed out in a panicked voice. The cat lessened her force on the rabbit just a bit, and that was her mistake. She was overtaken by Springtrap, and he pushed her across the alley, pinning her to the opposite wall. Before she could sink her claws into him, he opened his jaw as wide as it could possibly go, and bit down into her. The cat gasped and struggled against him as his sharp teeth sunk into her throat, causing blood to pour out onto both her and himself. The taste was bitter but sweet. The woman's claws sunk into his shoulders as she tried to get him away, but shock overtook her and her hands moved away to try and hold at her throat. Springtrap yanked his head to the side, ripping a sizable chunk of fur and flesh out of her neck. He promptly spat it out, then lunged forward to sink his teeth back in, grabbing at the front of her throat instead of the side. He bit, yanked, and spat once again. The other two were charging him now, and Springtrap dropped the woman, letting her fall to the ground to pointlessly clutch at her torn windpipe.

The dog was quicker than the human, and as a result, he managed to sink his fangs into Springtrap's arm that he raised up to shield his face. The Doberman clutched at the rabbit's shoulders, attempting to throw him to the ground. The dog's fangs were sharp and stung, but a bite on the arm was better than one to the throat. There were a series of animalistic growls that filled the alleyway, both from Springtrap and the canine as they wrestled for control. The mutt was looking for an opening, Springtrap knew, but he wasn't going to give him one. The uninjured human was keeping a reasonable distance; waiting for the dog to get a better hold on the rabbit. When the dog succeeded in finally shoving Springtrap to the ground, the rabbit lifted his legs to push at his stomach. Realization dawned on the rabbit, and he grinned wildly as his long, sharp back claws extended, managing to tear through his thin socks that were now covered in mud.

The Doberman let out a pained whine as Springtrap began kicking wildly at his stomach, ripping through his shirt and tearing flesh. The dog's grip on his arm slacked, and with one hard kick, he launched the mutt away. Springtrap quickly pulled himself to his feet and gave one quick lick to the bite mark on his arm. The dog was already scrambling back to his feet, visibly pissed off. Springtrap's blood was dripping out of the dog's maw, but the sight didn't frighten him. He felt excited; he was hyper, and the pain rushing through his body seemed distant, as if simply continuing the fight would keep it at bay forever. There were no consequences for this. There was no right, and there was no wrong. The weak would live, and the strong would die.

Springtrap wiggled his fingers as he gripped onto the bat just a little tighter.

Good thing he was a weak, pathetic little runt.

The dog bolted forward only to be met with a hard smack to the jaw from the bat. He whined and grabbed at his shattered jaw. Springtrap smirked wide as he let out a huff. The dog lifted his hands up to try and shield his face as the rabbit swung at him, but it didn't work for long. Springrtrap continued to beat the dog, breaking both of his hands and eventually managing to get several blows in on his face. He continued to smash the bat into the Doberman's skull, far past the hope of identifying the corpse at his feet. Blood was splattering everywhere, and a beautiful crimson pooled around the body. As he sucked in deep breaths, Springtrap looked up at the only remaining thug. The human looked scared, and rightfully so. The cat had stilled against the wall; her eyes were wide open, and her jaw hung agape in a permanent look of horror. The other human had stopped moving as well, and even though their face hadn't been bashed in nearly as much as the dog, it had still been enough to crush their skull. If they weren't dead, they were well on their way and already unconscious. There was one last witness; one last horrible, hideous stain left to scrub from the alleyway. Dealing with this stain would leave literal stains, though. Whoever was left with this crime scene would have one hell of a therapy visit. The alley reeked of blood, fear, and bile. It was a welcome change from the normal pollution that the city had to offer. Springtrap nodded to the crowbar in the man's hand, ignoring the way that the pathetic human trembled.

"Drop yours, and I'll drop mine. Would that make you feel better? A fair fight?"

The human swallowed thickly and gripped to his crowbar tighter, shaking his head no.

"No?" Spring mocked in a playful hum. "You want your face smashed in too?"

Another shake of the man's head let Springtrap know that no, he didn't want his skull shattered.

They weren't running, though. Whether it was bravery or some desire to avenge his friends, Springtrap didn't care. The man in front of him repeatedly opened and closed his mouth as if trying to find his voice but ultimately failing every single time.

"Make a choice. Or I'll make it for you." Springtrap finally hissed out, losing both his patience and his grin. The man before him sucked in a deep breath and took a step forward, not relinquishing his weapon. That made Springtrap's smile falter a little more, but ultimately, the idea of bashing in another person's face wasn't that disappointing. He had wanted to use his claws and teeth again, but blood was blood, he supposed. The choice had been made, and the crowbar wielding asshole's fate had been sealed. Springtrap was the first to charge, and the human swung his crowbar at the rabbit. The bat and bar clashed, and the sound made Springtrap wince. His ears flattened in discomfort, and he gritted his teeth as the crowbar slid off the side of the bat, making another terrible screech. The crowbar was heavy, and the bat was lighter. Springtrap had the upper hand, and he raised his bat up quicker than the man could raise his crowbar. The next noise that echoed through the alley was a little more pleasant than metallic screeches, and as the bat smacked down onto the top of the man's head, Springtrap relaxed.

The fourth and final lowlife fell to the alley floor, dazed, bleeding from the mouth, and disarmed. Springtrap dropped his own weapon, letting the bat clang onto the cold, bloody ground.

The injured man choked and squirmed feebly under Springtrap, and the rabbit bent down to sit on the man's chest. Springtrap tapped his claws on his prey's chest, staring down into their eyes with morbid curiosity.

"How does it feel?" Springtrap hissed out as his grin returned. The man beneath him choked and gasped, and the sight made the rabbit's tail wiggle in excitement.

There was no verbal response, but the rabbit knew well enough that speaking was probably out of the question for this poor, injured fellow.

"Your body was built to fight," The rabbit continued as his claws began digging uncomfortably into the man's chest. It wasn't enough to draw blood, but it most definitely caused pain.

The human was fit, and although he wasn't nearly as big as the other one had been, he still had some muscle to his chest and arms.

"You were built to survive… right? And I'm just prey?" The rabbit's claws sunk in further, penetrating flesh and drawing warm blood.

"So why is it that the prey you sought out was able to win?"

Springtrap sat on the man, letting the silence answer for his friend.

"I want to see. I want to see." The rabbit hissed out excitedly as his smirk widened. His mouth opened, baring his bloody, buck-toothed weapons. Springtrap shuffled off of the man's chest to sit instead on his own knees beside the human. His tail was still flicking back and forth, a telltale sign of his excitement. "I want to see what you really look like! What's inside? What does a strong man look like under his muscle? Under his confidence?"

The man's shirt was pulled up, exposing pale, bare skin.

He wasted no time before retracting his claws from the man's chest in favor of plunging them into the soft flesh of his stomach. Springtrap let out a pleased sigh as little pools of blood began to gather in the dips where the rabbit's fingers were pressing into his stomach.

"What do you look like, John Doe?" Springtrap purred as his claws sunk deeper. There was no regret on his face, just pure curiosity, and his pretty little smile.

The man was making noises, but Springtrap had no interest in them. He needed to see what was inside. He began to slice down, easily pulling the flesh apart to make way for his curious little fingers. The human was struggling, but Springtrap was putting enough weight on him to keep him pinned down. Squelches, gurgles, and gasps quietly escaped into the dim alleyway, and Springtrap's prize was finally coming into sight. Soft, wet guts greeted him behind the flesh he'd pulled away, and his fingers gently traced along their bloody surface. With gentle precision, Spring slid his fingers around the exposed intestines. He lifted them out of the man who had mostly fallen still, examining them with a gentle gaze. His smile was softer now; less menacing and more wonder like. He continued to fondle them for quite a while before finally sinking his claws in, ripping them open as he crushed them in his hands. The texture was odd; it felt almost like some kind of odd rubber, but wet and foul. After rubbing his thumb across the innards to gauge their feel one last time, he gave one final squeeze and let go of them, allowing them to fall back into their owner with a sickening, wet, 'plop'.

The rabbit glanced around at the mess with a small sigh, then turned his gaze to his blood-covered hands. He wiped them carelessly on his pants, then stood to collect his things. His shoes were retrieved from the ground, Gold's jacket was slipped over his own shoulders, and he finally looked to the bear himself with a little huff. Dragging him back would be a pain in the ass, but it was certainly doable. His vessel cared about the bloody ball of fur, and he supposed he owed Springtrap that much… With another little grunt, the rabbit began pacing towards the unconscious bear. They needed to clear out of here before cops arrived. Will smiled.

He had gotten away with worse in less time.

Dragging Gold back to Springtrap's apartment would be draining, but he was set on doing so. Having this vessel detained by the law wasn't preferable. Will shivered as he began to take ahold of Gold. He could feel Springtrap lingering; he had watched all of this but allowed it to happen. Whether or not Springtrap approved of his messy habits didn't matter.

This was his body now. Springtrap would have to accept this, even if he didn't like it.