How did she know? How could she have known? I don't think any evidence had been left. But if I asked, I would have confirmed the mother's accusations. Despite my anxiety further rising, I grabbed the notebook. I needed to keep things cool.

I think my hands were trembling a little. Before writing, I took a second to calm down.

"why do you think i am a child murderer?"

"I did a little research on the internet. You killed seven children. One right outside, near a window, and six more with a Golden Freddy suit."

How could she have known!? I had no idea where she got that information!

"I DIDNT KILL THEM"

The mother merely shook her head in disappointment. She glared at me and crossed her arms.

"Quit lying. You choked the first child to death with your handkerchief."

I nearly dropped the notebook and my anxiety was pretty high right now. I was breathing heavily and shook my head. I definitely was found out then and there. But I was still so close to being free... to being able to depart.

"I NEED TO SEE MIKE HE WILL RELEASE ME"

"I will tell him that you murdered children. He will not help you, murderer."

I hissed and desperation grew in me. With a jump, I grasped the mother's hand and motioned for her to keep silent about this. I needed Mike to trust me. Otherwise, he wouldn't help me. The mother grit her teeth and fixed my stare with a cold, hard one of her own.

"Let go of me, or I will call the authorities."

I panicked for only a brief moment. The threat of authorities was still as large as ever. It seemed as if it would not stop looming over me. After a few seconds, I let go and went for the notebook again.

"we can talk about this just please listen to me"

...Please. Again, I had used that word without realizing it. I was pleading with her. But... I was so desperate. I wanted the pain to end.

I wanted the pain to end.

She narrowed her eyes and thought for a long moment. I needed her to accept negotiations. It was my only way out.

"...Fine. We'll talk. So talk."

And so we did. I tried to convince her that I needed to see Mike. All the pain and torture I was feeling was driving me insane. I didn't want to kill anymore. I felt absolutely no urges. All I was was a man trapped in hell and all I wanted was out. The mother had to let me go. I've changed. Over thirty years, and I've changed. It was for the worst, but I still changed.

I pleaded her to see my side of things. I am sick and so tired. Please just allow me this one favor... this one, tiny favor. I told her that after I depart, she would never see me again. Only the animatronic. Motionless, lifeless, unmoving... The animatronic would be completely harmless. It wouldn't even cause any sort of problems. No more computer viruses. No more feeling threatened. No more intiidating the kids. No more trifling negotiations. I would be free...

...And the family would be free, too. They would be able to go back to their perfect lives in their perfect homes with perfect comfort. It would be as if this had never, ever a small trend that would be quickly forgotten. It's what I deserved. It's what I wanted.

After a long moment, she shook her head.

"Think about the families you torn apart because of the children you killed. How much heartache did they have to suffer? You think they'd just forget about what you've done? Do you really believe they'd just move on without a care? You don't feel any sort of remorse for your actions. You're not even trying to atone for your sins.

And what about the pain the children felt as you took their lives away from them? Did you even stop to think that they would be affected as well? They'd miss their families. They'd feel the pain of being torn apart from them forever, never able to go back. And you don't even care."

I just let out a pained, hoarse wail and shoot my head, gripping it with my animatronic hands.

"You are the worst type of person. You deserved what you got. You deserve it for all eternity. Nothing you do will ever make up for what you've done. You deserve to be trapped in that suit. You deserve to go to prison."

Just then, something clicked. I would have to consider this moment the happiest moment of my death. Forget all those thoughts of pain and all those regrets that I had. Even the humiliation, anxiety, and despair. Forget all of it. If there was any sort of divine being, I would thank him for granting me this moment.

The challenge came back.

I went straight for the throat and grasped it as hard as I could, intending to break her neck. She wants me to be a monster? Hmm... I could get away with a lot more. I am unending. I could be relentless. Go to prison for a few hundred years, come out, and start all over.

I am Springtrap. The world would whisper my name in fear. And the mother would be the very first to feel the fear I would give. I would smile, but I was locked into a permanent grimace.

But, as all things, this would not go easily. The mother stepped back, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the ground. I dragged her along with me as I lost my grip on her. She had began to rise, coughing and clutching her throat. I noticed a grand opportunity and decided to take it. I was fast. Letting her out of my sight would not be a bad thing, if only for a second or two. I ran to the kitchen and gathered the largest knife I could get my animatronic hands on, and returned.

Alas, she stood up and looked at me with a fury in her eyes. She grabbed a pillow, perhaps for protection. That didn't matter. Nothing wold keep her safe from me now. With a pained hiss, I rushed at her, knife at the ready. It struck pillow, but I kept on stabbing. The pillow would eventually be useless. We continued to struggle as we moved from the bedroom to the hallway to the living room. There, she had much more to protect herself.

Such as the lamp she attempted to shatter over my head. I feel pain... pain from the springlocks crushing my nigh-nonexistent body. But I did not feel the pain of the glass shattering over my head. It was as if it never happened to me. Hah! Imagine that. With a tilt of my head, I hissed and raised my arm, slowly driving the knife into one of the holes in it. There was nothing that she could do.

There was nothing that she could do. Her eyes widened and I thought I saw her face go white.

Good.

While she was distracted, I took this opportunity to make a large gash on her shoulder. She yelped, gripped it, and fell down. I really wished I had a tongue at that moment so I could lick the knife. The blood probably would have tasted great, hahaha! Quite a shame, that is.

Where was I? Ah, yes. Killing the mother. As I said, she fell down and yelped, clutching her wound. I raised my animatronic hand to strike again, and the struggle continued. I stabbed her many more numerous times as she tried to fight me with various furniture and even the television. None of it worked. With a furious hiss, I rammed her into and through the doorway, wanting to crush a few of her ribs, into the outside world.

Good. Everyone would see my work. Hey everyone! Come and see the greatest horror attraction that will infamously gnarl itself into the very fabric of history! Key, kiddos! How will it feel knowing that I exist on the same world as you? Hahahaha! I would like to take this moment to offer a silent thanks to that one person who unsealed the wall and allowed me to escape. I gave a little applause in that moment, mostly to myself as the mother crawled away.

I stalked her slowly, but only allowed her to get as far as the end of her walkway. I then raised the knife above my animatronic head with both hands gripping the knife and drove the knife as deep as I could into her! Hahahahaha! Ha! I ten took it out and did it again! And again! The bloodshed would not stop! I wold make sure of it! Not until she's dead! I drove it into her again! And again! And again! And again! And again!

Alas, all things must come to an end. I must have been stabbing her for minutes. One mother to go, slice and diced into a bloody pulp, not stirred. I was panting with ecstasy and drenched in blood. I always thought crimson was a better color than gold anyway.

"Springtrap!?"

Oh, look! Someone else who wants to die! I whipped my head around to face them. It was...

It was...

It... was...

...The mother?

"...What the hell are you doing with our coat rack?"

I tilted my head in confusion. But... she was dead! I... I killed her, didn't I!? With confusion mounting, I glanced back at the corpse, only to be met with a coat rack, broken into shards. I looked at my animatronic hands. They had no blood on them. I wiped my face and looked again. Still none. I was not drenched in blood. I looked back at the mother.

What just happened...? I dropped the knife and crawled backwards, away from the mother a little bit. Was that...

Did I just hallucinate all of that?