-Michael Afton Arc-
-Spring's POV-
Spring gasps deeply as he stops running. He puts his hands on his knees and tries to catch his breath, greedily gulping in the air. After a minute his breath is back to more stable and he looks around. His ears fall flat on his head as he look around and sees where he is.
He sees the flickering, dim yellow lights, the Fazbear props, and the winding corridors. He clutches his head and starts yelling out as he begins having flashbacks of his time here.
Henry clutches his head as he looks around. His eyes shoot open as at the last thing he remembers. Those kids, their anger, the… puppet. They all chased him into the Spring Bonnie suit, claiming he had killed them. But he didn't do anything, he loved kids and would never do that! One kid had made a hilarious threat though (Bloody grape monster!), and Henry couldn't help but laugh. Too late did he realize his mistake as multiple pops are heard, then red. "And now here I am, but where is here?" Henry looks around and yells out in surprise when he sees a Foxy head with a flashing light in it. He wonders what happened to Foxy and goes to see, when he notices his hand. It was a greenish-yellow, and was made of… artificial fur. Henry's breaths quicken when he realizes what he was now. His eyes are wide in fear, and his mind is racing. He grips his head and screams.
Spring shakes his head and starts running down the corridor, determined to get out. He makes a turn and gasps as another flashback hits him.
Henry slowly makes his way through the dimly lit corridors, feeling a strange tug at his senses. His metallic joints groan with effort and he can hear the squishing noises his corpse makes. He flinches minutely at each noise, hating what he's become. He turns another corner and then… light! His broken ears go upwards in surprise and he quickly makes his way forward. He turns the corner the light is coming from and pauses when he sees a large glass panel. He walks forward slowly and looks inside, and is surprised to see a person! Henry's eyes widen even further when he sees the nametag. "Ethan".
His son! He wants to call out and tell him he's here, but stops. He knows the reaction he will get won't be pleasant. He goes to leave when a strong tug is felt in his mind. He slowly looks over at the guard again and growls. Spring then sees red.
Spring slowly gets up, panting in exhaustion. The memories are taking their toll on Spring and he can't help when a tear slides down. He slowly starts running again. He sees the light of the office and starts running with renewed vigor, knowing an exit is near. He cries out again as pain hits his head.
Henry mindlessly shuffle along the corridor. The days are exceptionally mind-numbing, and the nights are worse. Whenever night starts, he can feel the tug in his mind to chase the nightguard. He tries to fight, but once he hears a child's voice or gets to close, he loses it. He shakes his head and slowly makes his way to his room. He curls up next to an arcade machine and stares at the ground. His ears prick up when he can hear a voice. The voice is deep and soothing, and seems to want to comfort him. The voice says "Let me help." Henry desperately shakes his head, wanting to end this nightmare. The tells him to kill the nightguard to be free, and Henry's eyes widen in fear. He doesn't want to… but… Henry's eyes dull slightly as he gets up and makes his way to the security office. The voice chuckles darkly and says "Springtrap is on the hunt."
Spring grits his teeth in pain and frustration and slowly makes his way around the security office. He sees the exit and nearly cries out in relief. He gets up with some effort, but was able to stand. He pants a little as he runs. He gets to the exit door and pushes on the handle bar. The bar doesn't budge and Spring's eyes widen. He pushes harder, but the door won't budge. He backs up and slams his body into the door, but it does nothing but trigger another flashback.
Springtrap rushes down the corridor, determined to get the guard this night. He turns the corner and his eyes widen in fear. The night guard has a lighter and throws it onto a cracked pipe. The guard looks at him with pure fury and hatred. Springtrap flinches slightly, and wonders why the look seemed to hurt him. The guard turns around and runs, and Springtrap takes off after him. The guard turns the corner around the office and goes out the exit, slamming it in his face. Springtrap growls and pushes on the door handle. He frowns when the door doesn't budge. He pushes harder and harder, when he hears an explosion.
He turns around and his ear shoot up as he sees the flames behind him. They were licking at his fur, too close for his liking. He turns around and pushes desperately at the door. When that doesn't work, he begins slamming his body against the door repeatedly. The door is blasted back as the door flies off its hinges. He runs forward into the lobby area when he feels a sudden yank on his body. He turns around and sees each of his phantoms holding a string, each extending towards him. He glances down at himself and stumbles back in fear as he sees the strings around his body. He looks back again and sees the flames getting closer. He looks towards the lobby exit and pushes desperately against the pull. He can't make the phantoms budge, and Spring yells out in anguish as he sees the door open. It's as if the world is taunting him for not being able to leave. He turns around and screams out in panic and fear. The flames have reached the lobby know, and the phantoms were engulfed in them. They grin wickedly at him, the flames around them making them look like demons.
Spring tries to push with renewed vigor and tries to reach the door. He slowly is able to inch his way forward, but the flames are faster. Just as he reaches the door, the flames catch his body. He cries out in pain and falls to the ground, his hand slamming against the outside cement. He tries crawling forwards, sobbing in pain, fear and anguish. He slowly makes his way outside, and cries out when he feels the inferno right on top of him. His sobs come out louder than ever, and pushes with all his might. Right as his head exits the building, a shadow falls over him. He looks up and sees a figure in the dark. His eyes glow white and he has a sadistic grin. The figure says two simple words that sends chills down Spring's metallic spine. "You Lost." The figure then kicks Spring in the face, and Spring flies back. Spring flails around in the fire and tries desperately to get outside the blazing inferno. He can feel it ripping him apart, tearing at even his own soul. He fights for a few more minutes before the pain becomes too much to bare, and he loses consciousness.
Spring's eyes moisten as he relives the haunting memories of his past inside this place. He slowly falls to the ground, sobbing. He curls up and becomes lost in his own pain, never noticing the black smoke being emitted from his body.
-Vincent's POV-
Vincent gets close to Michael and summons a weapon spirit. It hands him his knife pouch and disappears. Vincent has always had an affinity for knives, throwing or not. He pulls out his favorite knife, a seax. The seax was a broad, long knife, almost the length of a short sword. He lunges at his brother and swipes down. Michael parries the blow with his dark energy. Vincent tries for a different approach with a swing from the side. This blow is blocked, and Vincent growls slightly in frustration. Michael smirks at his foolish brother's attempts.
Vincent begins hacking and slashing in every direction, constantly mixing up his pattern to hit Michael. Michael dodges or blocks each stroke with extreme ease. Vincent's eyes furrow as he watches Michael's movements. He knows those aren't Michael's form of attack and wonders why they changed. Michael jumps back to gain some distant and begins channeling his energy.
After a short moment a sword of pure darkness appears in his hand. Vincent's eyes narrow as he sees the ease at which Michael carries it around. The sword was massive, at least 3 feet long, and yet Michael swung it around like it was a twig. Michael smirks again, then launches himself at Vincent. Vincent steps back in shock at the speed Michael shows, and is blown back by Michael's charge.
Vincent rolls a few feet and the slides to a stop. He slowly gets up, grunting in pain as he does so. The charge hurt like hell, and Vincent winced as he touched his side. There would be a nasty bruise there tomorrow, if he lives that is.
Vincent finishes getting up and quickly pulls out three throwing knives. Pulling back his hand, he quickly shoots the knives through the air. The knives move with extreme accuracy and fly towards Michael. Michael stares at the knives and with one swipe, all the knives are knocked out of the air. Michael looks forward again and his eyes widen as he sees Vincent right in front of him. Vincent brings down his seax again and Michael couldn't parry in time. Michael grunts in pain as a hollow slash is made on his shoulder, and he glares at Vincent.
Michael quickly retaliates with a quick slash downwards. Vincent dodges to the side, but Michael keeps slashing. Vincent is able to dodge the attacks with some effort, but he can feel some attacks creating shallow cuts. Vincent grunts as another cut is made and glances up. His eyes widen as he sees an overhead attack coming down too quickly to dodge.
*CLANG!*
Vincent struggles as he holds up Michael's fierce attack with his double knife defence. By using a throwing knife as support and his seax as the main defence, he can stop almost any blow in its tracks. Vincent's arms shake with the effort to hold up the massive broadsword Michael holds. Michael isn't in much better shape, his arms struggling to push down Vincent.
Right before Vincent gives out, he quickly angles his knives and cause the sword to slide downwards. The sudden release of pressure causes Michael to stumble forward, his balance lost. Michael quickly turns around ready to attack when he feels something warm on his stomach. He looks down and stumbles back in shock at the small throwing knife in his stomach. Michael looks up and stares at Vincent in fury, Vincent simply glaring back.
Michael's eyes then turn red and he says "Is that all brother? I am much stronger than this!" Vincent's eyes widen as Michael rips out the knife, yelling in pain as he does so. Vincent's shock increases 10 fold when he sees the dark energy wrap around the wound and slowly close it. Vincent watches as the energy accelerates this healing, the skin and muscle slowing stitching itself together.
Once the process was finished, there wasn't a scratch on Michael. Michael simply smirks and says "See what you are trying to fight yet, brother?!" Vincent simply glares back, but his mind is in overdrive. Michael is obviously too strong for a simple blow to kill him. He needs to kill him instantly, or at least in a much more fatal spot. Vincent's mouth twitches at the corner in a concealed smile. Yes, that plan will do. Vincent then launches at Michael, ready for round two.
-Daniel's POV-
Daniel groans as he sits up, cradling his head in his hand. It feels like he was hit with a truck! He looks around groggily and wonders where he is. The room had two doors on the left and right, with a walk in closet in front of him. There was a large dresser to the left of the closet, a smaller one next to the door to his left. There were a few pictures on the walls, toys on the ground and a purple fan on the large dresser. He looks behind him and sees a large bed with blue covers, a night stand to its left. He looks next to him and sees a flashlight. He grabs it and stands up. He wobbles slightly, and he feels like he has gotten shorter. He frowns, but shrugs it off.
Daniel jumps at some soft footsteps inside this… house, he assumed. Why he was sent to a house, he doesn't know. He listens carefully, and notices the steps were to the right side of the room. He cautiously makes his way over to the right door. Once at the door he instantly knows he is somehow shorter, since his head barely reaches the doorknob. He sighs to himself and quickly jumps to attention when he hears the footsteps again, this time slightly louder.
Daniel slowly opens the door and peers into the darkness. He squints as he can barely make out two windows and a night stand at the end. Daniel jumps slightly as he hears the footsteps again. This time however, they sound hurried, yet not quite jogging. He switches on his flashlight and his breath catches in his throat. He just barely made a silhouette dive behind the wall. Daniel quickly shuts the door and runs back to the bed.
He stands there as he tries to calm his heart. Just as his heart begins to beat normally again, more sounds are heard. This time, the sounds came from the left. Daniel quickly but quietly makes his way over, getting a feeling that sound will be crucial to his survival. At least, he thinks he needs to survive. Who knows, maybe he'll just have a nice tea party with the dark figures in the hall!
...HA! Not a chance.
Daniel mentally chuckles at his bit of humor, but quickly shrugs it off as he hears the footsteps. He slowly opens the door and listens, the house having gone quiet. He strains his ears to hear the slightest sounds, when he suddenly hears the footsteps again. This time though, they were very close to the door. He quickly switches on the light and catches a good look at what is stalking him before it goes behind the wall.
Daniel's eyes widen as he processes what he saw. The figure had been a large Bonnie, but he was torn up in many places, some of the holes having wires poking out. His hands and feet had claws on them, and his eyes seemed almost sunken. The scariest part though was the razor sharp teeth inside his mouth. Daniel stares a little longer, then says "Nope" and slams the door.
Daniel quickly runs back to the bed and tries to slow his rapid heart beat. After a few moments his heart slows to normal and Daniel lets out a sigh of relief. His head snaps up though as he hears an alarm clock. He looks over to the nightstand and sees it beeping loudly, with the time being 6 AM. Daniel then watches in wonder as the area around him warps. He feels the strange tingling feeling he got from when the Shadows warped the place, and Daniel then knows this is an illusion.
The area finishes warping and he lands in a small corridor. The hall has 4 doorways, 2 on each side. In front of him was a chair, and Daniel quickly turns on the light. He steps back in shock when he sees Plushtrap sitting on a chair. He watches carefully as he sees Plush twitch just slightly. He switches off his light and listens, wanting to see if Plush will move when Daniel can't see him.
Daniel quickly switches on the flashlight as he hears some movement, and his breath catches in his throat when he sees Plush dash behind the far set of doors. He switches off the light again and listens once more. He listens carefully, and jumps when a loud screech is let loose. He switches on his light and sees Plush sitting on a white X in front of him. Daniel then sees the area warp again, and he is back inside the room. He glances at the clock and sees it say NIGHT 2 on it. It then switches to the time and Daniel raises an eyebrow when it says 2 AM instead of 12 AM. Daniel doesn't complain though and gets ready for this night.