Upon arriving home, Vanny had struggled to fall asleep. Her mind was buzzing and despite the soreness in her legs, she wanted to move around and burn off some energy. She was exhausted yet hyper at the same time. Her body was spent, but her mind insisted on fighting sleep. Sleep was important, though, and she needed it to properly execute her plan. Vanny tossed and turned in bed, hiding under the blanket in different positions in a futile attempt to knock herself out. The bed was too cold, though, and then it was too hot. Vanny looked over to the vacant pillow beside her own. She smiled, then. Her bed wouldn't be empty for much longer, and she'd have someone to snuggle up to once again. Vanny laid on her stomach and slid one of her arms under her pillow to prop it up just a little better. She fell asleep like that; smiling and basking in the moonlight that shone in from the drawn curtains. William was safe...
The morning came and reared its ugly head, insisting that she get up early with shining rays of sunlight that came in through her window. Vanny refused, though. She was exhausted and couldn't even head to Fazbear Frights until dark, so she saw no reason not to sleep in. Once the morning became mid-afternoon, Vanny pulled herself out of bed with a groggy yawn. The night before seemed like an odd, distant memory. Vanny knew it was real, though. The horrible gashes on her face reminded her of that. When she trudged into the bathroom, she stared at her face for a long moment. They most likely needed stitches, but explaining to a doctor that her homicidal boyfriend accidentally cut her face with his razor-sharp claws didn't sound too promising. Vanny preferred to stay out of a mental hospital. The wound had been cleaned as soon as she got home, but Vanny didn't feel like it could go without more attention for much longer. With a brave intake of breath, she decided that she'd give herself stitches after breakfast… er… lunch.
Vanny made herself a piece of toast and devoured two apples before deciding she was full.
Would William even be able to eat, anymore? Vanny looked towards their dirty coffee pot before letting out a tired huff. She could ask him later, she supposed. He was coming home tonight.
Vanny was very intelligent; she was very good at lying and deceiving those around her. She was excellent at helping William plan horrible, sickening things and she had been exceedingly good at being patient. Eight years was no laughing feat, and Vanny had decided that she had waited long enough. She was going to get William back tonight, no matter how stupid it was. The place was on high alert now, but Vanny wasn't going to spend another moment away from him.
That rabbit was coming home whether she had to sneak in or set the place on fire. Clay could burn with it if he liked. The badge-kisser needed to stay out of her hair for a while, and her plan tonight relied heavily on not getting detained and going to jail.
Vanny made her way into the bathroom and hopped up on the counter to sit, clutching a needle in her cold fingers. First, she needed to stitch herself up. She would fix William when he got home, too. Vanny had a feeling that she'd be doing a lot of stitching over the next couple of days.
The afternoon stretched into evening, and as the sky glowed faint pinks and purples as the sun departed for the night, Vanny loaded the last of her things into the car. She wasn't going unprepared, this time. As Vanny shut the trunk that had seen its fair share of questionable things, she took in a deep breath of the fresh air. It was much favorable to the air she'd be breathing while getting William out of his decaying prison. Spring was showing its presence, she realized with a quick glance at a patch of budding flowers. Vanny stared at them for a minute before picking one of the Coral bells. She selected the stem with the most flowers, then twirled it in her fingers fondly. The pink stood out against the darkening sky, and the darkness let Vanny know that it was time to go.
The drive felt eternal this time around, but Vanny knew that she was just being eager and impatient. Tonight would be the first time in years that she would be held at night; she would feel safe and wouldn't need to worry about the nightmares that had haunted her for so long.
Her worries about William would be put to rest, and he'd be back home with her where he belonged. She felt a small shiver of excitement at the notion of being held again. Even though William's body wasn't the same, she didn't care. He was hers no matter what.
William had a lot of hours of binging his shows he'd missed out on to do. Vanny had kept them all just for him; she knew he'd want to get caught up when he came back to her.
When Vanny finally pulled into the parking lot, that same brown vehicle from the night prior greeted her. It was in the same spot; parked beneath the single overhead light.
Sneaking in and out was an option, but Vanny intended to put what she had brought along to good use. With a devious little smile, the woman silently pulled the car into the same spot she had the night before. Her boots once again left imprints in the mud as she made her way to the trunk. Vanny let out a little hum as she leaned forward and snatched a sizeable box out of the trunk. The hood was left open carelessly; she could close it on her way out after she had gotten William. This would be quick, and if luck was really on her side, it would be near-flawless.
Vanny made her way across the parking lot with a bounce in her step. It took a lot of self-control for her to not sing on her way to the edge of the parking lot. She passed the dingy, rusting brown car on her way to the opposite end of the lot. She needed to set her lovely little box away from the building; catching the pizzeria on fire wasn't her intent. Once she had reached the edge of the lot, Vanny carefully bent down and set the cardboard box onto the slightly damp asphalt. The flaps of the box were pulled open, and Vanny was greeted by her mask. The rabbit was smiling up at her; it was clearly happy to help her!
Vanny giggled as she took her mask in her cold hands and slipped it on over her face.
The night air was chilly, but she had worn jeans this time around so the cold air didn't make her shiver. Clouds covered the sky, preventing any trace of moonlight from giving her a helping hand in her plan. The darkness could come in handy, though. It certainly made it much harder to be spotted. Vanny took a green lighter out of her pocket and then leaned down to the large box. Her axe was peeking out at her, promising her silently that if she took it in her hand that it would serve her well. It had never failed her before.
Vanny grabbed ahold of the handle and pulled it out of the box, leaving only one thing inside of the box; several fireworks. Vanny would have to light them and then run for it. She sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled. As quick as she could, Vanny lit the wick of the canon and then took off. The sound of her pounding heart filled her ears as she sprinted to the back door of the pizzeria. Once she had reached the building, she put her hands out on the wall to catch herself as she sucked in deep breaths. The sound of the first firework shooting out filled the parking lot; screaming as the flickering green ball shot up into the sky before exploding. Vanny hurriedly slipped behind the building and hid right around the corner. It only took a moment for more of the fireworks to go off, screaming into the night before exploding in blinding displays of bright colors. Another series of loud cracks and explosions filled the lot as the firecrackers placed at the bottom of the box began to go off. If the guard didn't hear this, then she would have to consider driving her axe into his stomach. It only took about thirty seconds for the guard to come rushing out the back door, though. The man had a panicked look on his face and he quickly made his way closer to the fireworks to investigate. Vanny watched him rush away from the building from where she was, safely tucked behind the corner. Once she was sure that he was far enough away, she slipped out and kept close to the wall. The metal door was still slowly closing, so Vanny took the opportunity and slipped inside of the pizzeria. When the door fell shut, the building was still and lifeless. The halls seemed empty and lonely, yet something made Vanny want to stay there.
Despite only having been through these halls one other time, they felt oddly familiar to her. They felt like a home that she had always known and one that she was safe in. Her mind felt heavy, and with a small shudder, Vanny broke out of whatever trance-like state she had been slipping into. The mold must have been getting to her head.
The feeling she had just fought off reminded her of when she was wrapped in a warm bed with another body pressed up against hers and the urge to give in to sleep was strong, but Vanny had managed to fight against falling asleep. She wondered if she had somehow been on the verge of passing out. She shook off the uncomfortable feeling creeping through her body.
"William!" She screamed down the halls and she continued on, tracking mud all over the already dirty floors. "Come on!"
The pizzeria was a dark, horrible place. She was barely able to see as she made her way through the halls. Somehow, it seemed even darker tonight than it had last night.
"William," She hissed out again in a quieter voice. She had no idea where that fox was, and having it maul her to death wasn't something she wanted to experience.
As she continued to creep deeper into the building, a faint noise from behind her caught her attention. "William?" She called out softly as she spun around. There he was.
That rabbit stood in the hallway, staring the woman down like a scrap of meat. He was silent as she approached with a fond smile, safely hidden under her mask... She bounced over to him, prepared to hug him as she propped her axe against the wall.
"Why are you here?" He asked in a low tone. Vanny froze. He sounded angry. She shook her head in confusion. Didn't he want her to come back? He had asked her the night before to come back for him, and that was precisely what she had done. She always did what he asked.
Vanny trembled a little and a lump formed in her throat. She just wanted to make him happy. She just wanted to bring him home. The rabbit took a step forward and stared at her mask with great interest. He raised his arms and gently traced his fingers across the fur of the mask.
"You are just like me, are you not?" Springtrap asked softly. Vanny remained silent. She had no idea how to respond to that. Sure, she and William shared many common interests, some of which being not so legal or humane, but they were different people.
"We hide behind masks," Springtrap continued. "And you know of what I did here…"
Vanny blinked. "Of course I do… You've… told me." She muttered.
It stared at her. It stared with a blank expression and then cocked its head sideways in a curious manner. It ran its hands across her mask's face, feeling it with care.
"And you do not hold this against me? What I have done? The sins I have committed?"
Normally, Vanny would have leaned into the caressing touches that William gave her, but something was… different. He was speaking in an odd way, and it almost seemed as if he were in a trance-like state. Vanny didn't dare speak her mind, though. She remained silent and still.
"Answer me, Vinny." It whispered in a sickly sweet voice.
Vanny tensed, then. "What sins have you committed, William?" She asked.
The rabbit cocked his head in the opposite direction, then blinked.
"I took the lives of many, my sweet. Many squirming, defenseless souls. Did you know this?"
My sweet? Vanny's heart was racing now as panic set in. Something was terribly wrong.
"You are scared." The rabbit stated calmly. "Why do you fear me?"
Vanny sucked in an unsteady breath. "I…" she wasn't able to form words.
"You are just like me, are you not? We feed on the weak, and you are a leech at my side. You enjoy our games, and you cling to me like a scared child. Are you always scared, Vinny? As you are scared now?" With a small hum, the rabbit turned her head gently in order to examine the side of her mask. Vanny allowed it, but she was stiff and fearful.
"You won't speak with me as much as you did last night. Why?" It questioned.
"I missed you-" Vanny blurted out suddenly. "And I wanted to talk to you-"
"And why do you not talk now? Why do you fear me?" It interjected softly.
Vanny fell silent. Her legs shook, then, giving away her fear to the creature.
"You do not fear me. You fear what I am not." It hissed out suddenly. The rabbit's voice twisted into one that she couldn't even begin to recognize. It was a low, gravelly hiss.
"You fear that I don't love you. Vinny. Sweetheart, I never did."
"Vanny!"
Vanny spun around and stared down at the opposite end of the hall. There, peeking out of the dining room was Springtrap. The woman blinked and stared at the rabbit as he stared right back; his eyes were wide and petrified. If William was there, then who had been talking to her? Vanny turned back to face the thing in front of her. The fluffy, dingy yellow fur had vanished. A shiny smooth black now greeted her. The figure was tall and petite with blindingly white stripes wrapped around their arms and legs. They stood nearly as tall as the ceiling; easily towering over both Vanny and Springtrap.
Purple streaks stretched down from its dark, hollow eyes, and rosy cheeks accompanied their wide smile. It stared down at Vanny as two white pupils fizzled into existence in their sockets.
Vanny took an understandable fearful step back, attempting to distance herself from the doll.
"You cannot leave us," It informed Springtrap as its eyes fell upon him. The doll now spoke in a soft, childlike voice. It sounded like a little girl. Vanny took several more steps away from it.
The Puppet allowed her to distance herself; it had no quarrel with her. It had no vendetta against her. It knew not of the lives she'd stolen away. Vanny wanted to go for her axe, but it was far too close to the thing. Going for a weapon wasn't the best idea especially when she had no idea what this thing was or what its capabilities were.
"You're not going to stop me." Springtrap snapped right back. His fear of the figure dissolved away at that moment, and he took a brave step out into the hallway. Vanny hurried behind the rabbit, attempting to shield herself from the doll. Springtrap made sure that she was behind him and held her back protectively with his arm. The Puppet cocked its head sideways.
"You will stay with us, William." It informed him once again in the little girl's voice.
"Go to hell," Springtrap growled.
"Not without you." The doll shot back.
A giggle echoed throughout the hall, then. Vanny jolted and jumped when she realized that it came from directly beside her. Vanny stared down at a small figure standing in the doorway of the dining room that only reached up to her hips. It was a little girl, or it at least looked like one. Her flesh was pale and decaying which left many of her bones exposed. Her nose had completely rotted away and her cheeks had been torn open, revealing her yellow, broken teeth. Vanny scrambled away from the figure with tears in her eyes. She just wanted to go home. This all had to be some kind of terrible dream. Springtrap glanced back at the phantom; he knew that it wasn't real, but Vanny didn't. They weren't physical beings, anymore. Not all of them.
"They're not real, Vanny. They're not real," Springtrap hissed out to her. Vanny screwed her eyes shut but nodded, letting William know that she had heard him. Real or not, that wasn't something she wanted to stare at. She had a distinct feeling that she would have a new thing to have nightmares about from now on.
"Oh, we are very real." The doll assured Vanny in a soft voice. "We will allow you to leave,"
It continued, now directing its gaze toward Vanny. The woman opened her eyes and stared at the doll. She had no idea what it even was, but it obviously had something against William.
"I'm not leaving without him." Vanny shakily declared as she took a step towards Springtrap. She clung to his arm with shaking hands as she did her best to ignore the phantom child that was still grinning at her. It took loud raspy breaths as blood ran down from its slit throat.
Springtrap glanced back at Vanny with an unreadable expression.
"Fine." The Puppet said simply. "Then let the sinner burn with his fool."
Burn?
Vanny turned back to stare at the child in the doorway. Several other decaying faces now accompanied the girl; it was a crowd of dead, rotting children. These were William's victims, she realized. They were still here. Vanny had no idea how to feel about any of this; a more rational part of her wanted to run out of the building with William and never come back, but another part of her felt something odd. Killing was supposed to bring temporary pain to the victim, and then sleep would greet them. These children weren't asleep. They were still clinging to this world, they refused to die. When Vanny killed, she killed with the intent of putting her victim down once. For one reason or another, William's victims had refused to die. Vanny stared at the children for a long moment, it was a horrid sight, but she was unable to look away. One of them held up a green object and waved it around proudly as if it was teasing her. Vanny's heart sank as she realized it was her lighter. A quick, panicked patting of her pockets confirmed that it was hers.
"Will…" She hissed out in a whisper. Springtrap glanced back at her once again and followed her gaze to the children. He caught sight of the lighter almost instantly.
"This place is quite a fire hazard," The Puppet spoke up. "And I'm afraid that it's time to take advantage of that." Springtrap ripped his gaze away from the lighter in a panic. He turned to Vanny with a serious look in his eyes.
"You need to run," He growled out in a voice much deeper than normal. Vanny clung to him defiantly, shaking her head in the negative. She lifted her mask up so that she could properly gaze at him. "I've spent eight years looking for you, William. I'm not leaving you now."
Springtrap stared at her then; there was a long moment of silence as they gazed into each other's eyes. Vanny looked desperate while Springtrap simply looked sad.
The sound of the lighter caught the rabbit's attention, and he perked his ears up. The child was holding the lighter with a wicked grin plastered to their face as the small flame flickered.
"And you'd kill an innocent?" Springtrap questioned the Puppet with a nasty glare.
The doll seemed taken back by that. The rabbit let out a mechanical chuckle as his voice box glitched and skipped. He yanked his arm away from Vanny and took another step towards the doll. He gave them a cocky grin and tipped his nose up to them.
"Does that make you any better than me?" He asked.
Vanny remained where she had been abandoned in the hallway, curling in on herself as she slipped her mask back on. She wanted to deny her innocence and inform these creatures that she was guilty of murder as well, but she trusted William. He was clearly planning something and she wasn't going to ruin it.
The Puppet peered around Springtrap and stared at Vanny for a long moment.
"Remove her." They commanded. Vanny had no time to react before one of the ghost children lunged forward. Their skin dissolved away as they took on a new shape; their arms stretched and contorted into mechanical ones and a horrible screech filled the hallway as they transformed into the fox from the night before. The vixen grabbed Vanny in their jaws by the back of her coat, then scaled up to the ceiling. They quickly scurried down the hallway, carrying Vanny away from both the Puppet and Springtrap. Vanny squirmed and protested, attempting to free herself from Mangle's jaws.
"William!" She screamed out desperately, extending a hand out to him. Springtrap silently watched as she was carried away without a word. The last thing Vanny saw before she was carried around a corner was the ghost children creeping closer to the rabbit as the wall began to glow. They had set a fire.
Mangle scurried across the ceiling and walls of the pizzeria, diligently following Puppet's orders of evicting Vanny from the building. Vanny glared up at the vixen.
"I've killed too, you know," Vanny informed the fox with the hope that they would drop her.
The fox's singular yellow eye drifted down to stare at Vanny. A mechanical voice rolled out of their throat as the screeching noise they had been making died away. It was horribly distorted and choppy, but Vanny could understand it. "And so have I." The fox admitted. They were silent for the rest of the trip to the back door. Vanny realized that the fox was going to toss her outside. She needed to get back to William, though. She needed to bring him home. Mangle dropped Vanny, then. The woman fell onto her ass with a thud, then the door was pulled open.
"Let me go back," Vanny pleaded as she looked up at the tangled, mangled mess of wires and parts. The fox ignored her pleas and shoved her out the door and onto the asphalt.
"Go home, killer. Let us have our fun." Mangle hissed out before slamming the door.
Vanny winced and stared at her scraped up hands. She didn't have time for this. One quick glance around the parking lot told her that the guard had fled for one reason or another. His car was gone from the lot, leaving it a lonely, empty place. Vanny pushed herself to her knees and then stood to her feet, ignoring the way her skin stung as best she could.
Vanny grabbed at the key around her neck that had been tucked into her shirt, only to find that it was gone. She sucked in a panicked breath as she felt around her neck for the lanyard that was no longer there. The fox must have ripped it off, intentionally or not. Her axe was still inside, leaving her with nothing to break down the door with. Vanny pulled, twisted and rammed into the door to no avail. She kicked and screamed, screaming out for William. Nobody came to let her in. She needed to find another entry point and fast.
Springtrap squirmed and hissed out as the phantoms clung to him, attempting to drag him into the dining room that was quickly becoming engulfed in flames. The Puppet watched silently as the phantoms morphed and shifted into the animatronic forms that they had taken for years. They all clawed and snapped at Springtrap, hissing and growling like animals.
While they could inflict no real damage to him, they could move him, and the fire they were moving him into could do the damage for them. Springtrap fought and hissed, pulling away from them as best he could. "Give in." Puppet said softly. "Fire will be all you know, soon. Doesn't it feel nice and warm? Doesn't it make you want to go to sleep?" Springtrap hissed out and lunged forward, breaking away from quite a few of the phantoms. He lunged towards Puppet with his claws extended, ready to slash them across their face. Puppet spun away, and after a quick swing, Springtrap let out a loud, pained gasp. Vanny's axe was now embedded into his chest. The rabbit fell to the floor, trembling and gasping for air he didn't need.
"Give in, William." Puppet repeated. "Let us all rest."
The phantoms began murmuring and chattering amongst themselves as they grabbed at Springtrap's legs and pulled him further into the dining room. Springtrap's claws dug into the tile, causing a horrible screech as he attempted to anchor himself to the floor.
"You know you won't be remembered, Charlie." He growled. "Your father won't remember you."
The Puppet stared at him for a long moment, silent and still. She looked surprised and taken back but otherwise, she did nothing and didn't speak a word. Springtrap trembled as he used one of his hands to pull the axe out of his chest. Oil oozed out onto the tile below him as he clutched onto the handle that Vanny had held hundreds of times before.
"He replaced you," Springtrap continued. "You're replaceable. You're dead to him, Charlie."
The Puppet didn't speak as the others continued to drag Springtrap away.
"He adopted another little girl, Charlie. He named her after you. Because you're replaceable. Just like a robot; just like a goldfish. You were nothing that he couldn't find a replacement for."
He lost his grip on the floor, then, and he was drug into the blazing room, leaving The Puppet to her emotions in the hallway. A small tear rolled down her face, and she shook.
Vanny had circled the building three times now. She was desperately looking for some way to get inside, but every possible opening had been boarded up. The fire was now becoming visible from the outside, and Vanny realized with a sickening sense of dread that if she didn't hurry, she was going to lose William again. He was going to burn up, leaving her alone for the rest of her miserable life. Smoke was now pouring out of the building, and Vanny knew that if she was inside she wouldn't be able to breathe for very long. If only she had something to break in with.
Vanny took a step away from the pizzeria as her eyes widened. She looked back at the treeline where the car was.
Springtrap struggled and kicked against his attackers as they drug him into the back room beside the stage. It was small and perfect for locking him in, so that's what they did. Springtrap pounded and clawed at the metal door desperately, trying to break out as the flames began to creep inside. One of the phantoms had stolen away the axe from him, so he only had his bare hands to use in an effort to save himself. He left deep, horrible scratches on the metal door, but it refused to open for him. Despite knowing that there was little point in attempting to break down the door, giving up was never an option for him. He had to continue to struggle, he had to fight for Vanny. She had waited for him, so now he was going to fight for her.
The phantoms gathered uncertainly in the dining room, looking around at the damage that they had caused. The building was burning because of them, and they'd burn along with their killer.
Puppet crept into the dining room, calling her friends away to a more comfortable place to go to sleep. Their forms shifted and contorted back to that of decaying children as they hurried over to their guardian. Some took ahold of her hand as she led them away to the prettiest party room there was. There was no need to linger around and listen to the beast struggle. Their final moments would be spent with each other, peacefully embracing sleep as the flames licked at what remained of their prisons. Puppet felt a few tears slip down her face as she led each and every lost soul deeper into the pizzeria and away from the one who had caused all of this.
It was time to sleep; it was their happiest day at last.
Vanny gripped onto the steering wheel tight, taking in a shaky breath. This would no doubt ruin William's car, but when it came down to his life or one of his possessions, Vanny knew which one she was going to choose. There was no time to stall; there was no time to second guess this. With one good stomp on the gas pedal, Vanny braced for impact as she sped through the parking lot towards the boarded front doors. Boards broke and the glass shattered as the purple car crashed through the old glass doors. Instinctively, the woman tensed and curled in on herself, shutting her eyes tight until the car came to a stop. The impact made Vanny ache and her vision swim as she opened her eyes. Everything was hot and bright and it made Vanny want to cry. The stage had stopped the car in its tracks and Vanny wearily realized that the crash could have been a lot worse. She fought against her shock from the crash and hurriedly undid her seatbelt. There was nothing of value in the car, she didn't care if it burned. She just wanted- "Will.." She rasped out breathlessly. The door was pushed open and Vanny fell out onto the checkered floor, knocking what little wind remained in her lungs out of her. Her vision blurred and her ears rung as she pushed herself to her knees, then found her way to her feet. She was dizzy and found herself stumbling around. She avoided chairs and tables that had already been swallowed up by the flames as she walked aimlessly through the dining room.
Where was he?
The sound of metal scraping against metal caught her attention over the roar of the flames. Vanny stumbled over to the door beside the stage and coughed as she sucked smoke into her lungs. "William?" She called out. The scaping noise halted and she heard that beautiful British voice in its place. "Vanny! What are you-"
Vanny looked down at the door handle, then around the room. She had to get him out. The door was obviously locked. She could hear him talking, but she couldn't understand him. The sound of his voice comforted her, though, and despite the way her entire being burned from being so close to the fire, she refused to leave. Vanny turned and looked over along one of the walls where her axe lay, barely a few inches apart from the growing fire. Shoving common sense and reason aside, Vanny ran over and grabbed it by the wooden handle. It was warm, but it didn't burn.
It was a miracle that it hadn't caught on fire.
"William-" She coughed out as she stumbled back over to the door. "Stand- stand back…"
Inside of the back room, Springtrap took several steps back. He was glad that Vanny had somehow come back for him, but the loud crash he'd heard and her obvious struggle to speak were concerning him. She was relentless and reckless, but he couldn't hold it against her as much as he wanted to. "Vanny, hurry." He pleaded in a shaky voice.
Vanny raised her axe up and swung it down on the handle one, two, three times.
It busted off, rolling across the floor and into the blaze. Vanny fell to the ground as the door swung open. Springtrap stared down in horror at Vanny at his feet. She was bleeding and the smoke was no doubt suffocating her. The rabbit hurriedly bent down and scooped her into his arms. She was limp, and if Springtrap couldn't feel her heart beating in her chest, he would have assumed she was dead. The animatronic cradled her in his arms against his chest, keeping her close and safe. "I've got you, baby. I've got you…" He whispered to her. Springtrap hurriedly grabbed ahold of her axe and began maneuvering through the fire towards the gaping hole in the front of the building that used to be the front doors. The rabbit glanced over at his car that was burning up, but he felt nothing towards the vehicle. The only thing that he wanted to save was in his arms, unconscious and weak. He held Vanny a little tighter and stepped over several chairs that the car had scattered across the room. He made sure not to get Vanny or himself too close to the fire. The animatronic glanced down at Vanny and realized that she was struggling to breathe. He needed to get her into some breathable air. When he reached the doors, the night air greeted him with a chilly breeze. It was chill and calm, unlike the inferno he was leaving behind. The sound of sirens filled the night air, and Springtrap caught sight of flashing red and blue lights coming down the road. He paid them no mind as he made his way through the parking lot, limping as he drug his lover's axe behind him. He was strong enough to carry her in only one of his arms; this body wasn't so terrible afterall.
Clay stared in bewilderment at the sight ahead of him. Two, white glowing eyes stared into his headlights. Behind the figure, Fazbear's Fright was burning to the ground as its main attraction wandered away, clutching what appeared to be a woman against his chest and firmly clutching onto an axe in his free hand. Clay didn't have time to react or even park before the figure slipped into the woods, wandering into the night. Once Springtrap felt that he was at a safe distance away, he stopped for a brief moment to pull Vanny's mask off. He stared down at her with a soft gaze. He felt a horrible wave of guilt wash over him at the sight of her stitches, but as she sucked in soft breaths he relaxed, assured that she was going to be okay. Springtrap leaned down, placing his muzzle against Vanny's forehead in a makeshift kiss.
They were going home.