Springtrap - Part II
A strange murmur of fury escaped him when the night guard's hand tapped the audio, not far off. The suit lurched, forcing him to move toward it, and impatience flooded Springtrap. The less excited feelings caused him to pause, momentarily blinded by the pain that spiked from a moving leg up to the rest of his body. He almost let out a sound, but stifled it, his eyes locking on the recording camera, growing completely still. He was bathed in shadow, but his silver eyes allowed for him to be identified. You won't survive long, fool, he thought as he glared up at the eye, opening the mouth of the suit somewhat in the will to gnash his teeth upon the night guard's head.
What is his name? For some reason, that specific question entered Springtrap's mind. What was the name of the night guard? Did he have a family? Feelings of pain, sorrow, and fury overwhelmed him, and he clenched his fists, focusing on the emotions to force himself through the brunt of the agony he constantly felt. He limped to the next room, just wanting to get his hands on the man hiding in the back room and rip him to shreds. He vaguely remembered the others who had found him, only a day before. They had infuriated him, calling him an old animatronic with excited, high-pitched voices and eager expressions. How had they not realized that he had a person constricted within himself, that the same person had a spirit that possessed the combined body of suit and human?
He had always been amused by the carelessness of the employees of Freddy Fazbear's, but he couldn't hold the same feelings again. No amusement came to him but to see another screaming in agony. Another to join him in this place that had now become his world. He was just so terribly lonely, and he thirsted for vengeance. Only dark feelings came to pass, now, and as he clambered through a vent, he recalled the time he had taken at the Horror Attraction. Nothing else before that seemed real. He remembered the terror-stricken faces of the children, but, somehow, it felt like a dream. Maybe it was. Springtrap's trembling hand touched a block before his face, and the lids of the suit's eyes lowered somewhat sadly as he pawed at it, wishing that he could break it open, but the rest of the vent to the night guard's room was inaccessible. He would have to find another way, as always.
Springtrap turned back around, returning to the room where he had entered the vent, earlier. He struggled with one leg more than the other; the same one that had spiked with pain, before, as he had walked. It was trying to refuse him, but he was determined not to let the animatronic rule his movements. Funny that he felt such vigor to refuse it, when he knew that whenever Balloon Boy's voice sounded, he would head toward it due to the glitch in the animatronic's systems that moved it to follow the loudest sounds. He shook that off, however, and kept moving, using whatever will he had to keep up with himself. He snatched hold of a corner and used it to help him propel forward, keeping close to the wall. Another camera. He stopped, inclining his head and glaring at it again. "I'm coming for you," he breathed, but the words were likely unintelligible to the night guard. He could hardly understand them, himself. "I will find you."
The sound of Balloon Boy met him, and he lurched forward, following it, not taking his time. He was growing frustrated by his failure at having reached the night guard yet, and he didn't want to hesitate any longer. He could see the red of the exit sign down the hall, and he could hear the faint breathing of the night guard in the room to the left. He entered the arcade room, but he was quick to exit again after a brief pause inside with a minor suit malfunction. He limped at a faster rate, slowing at the corner and easing around to glare at the night guard, his ever-sustained grin of the suit showing brightly and his hand wrapped around the frame of the door.
The night guard's eyes widened in fear and horror, and he stared back at him, not sure what to do. His security cap hid most of his hair, and the rest of it was hard to identify the color of under the greenish lighting. His eyes were round and dark, and he trembled. A flicker of satisfaction passed through Springtrap as he heard the night guard begin to ramble under his breath in attempt to calm down and be ready for his movements. "It's over," Springtrap whispered, not caring that the night guard wouldn't understand. However, suddenly, the sound of a clock chiming caught his ears. "No!" Six a.m. had arrived: The night guard could leave without Springtrap being able to harm him. He could only stare helplessly as the night guard rushed past, swinging open the exit door and slamming it shut behind him, vanishing into the dawning sky. Even though it was only a half-light, it seemed blinding to Springtrap, and he reeled at the sight of it. He turned his head away, placing a hand on what he considered to be his forehead, as if it would help the ache that appeared in his skull.
He was gone. The night guard was gone. Springtrap's frustration at the failure could not keep him from hurting as he made his way back toward the first room that he began in. He could feel every step constricting him. The spring-locked suit never stopped. When he arrived at the back room he let himself sit, growing idle. If he didn't move, he would not hurt. He stared at the far wall, as he always did, exhaustion pricking at him as his mind told him that he should be sleeping, but it was impossible. "Another night… only three more…" he choked out, his fingers clenching at the effort it took to speak another garbled word.
The agony of loneliness and guilt had returned.
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