My Name is Springtrap – Chapter 3
Springtrap sighed as he remembered that day. That terrible, terrible day. Through all he had been through, he never forgot that day. He refused to forget. That memory, the horror and sadness and pain and rage from that day was the one thing that kept him going. That and…him. The memory stored in his database of that birthday party had the only clear image of Goldie. The rest were blurred. If he took information just from other memories he could get a reasonably good picture of him, but none of the details. He couldn't picture the way his left ear titled slightly, the way one of his eyes glowed slightly orange, no matter how hard the engineers tried to fix it. Anyway, he wasn't important at the moment. Springtrap focused on recalling the events after the incident, and thinking of him just made his heart-or, mechanical battery-ache.
Shocked gasps were the only sound in the diner for a few seconds. Then the screaming began. Parents screaming and pulling their children close to them and away from the robots. Children were either crying or, in the kid who shoved the other child in Fredbear's mouth's case, just staring at us in mute horror. Then, another sound filled the air. A mechanical screech, echoing of the walls and causing everyone to cover their ears. The sound was coming from Goldie, who had opened his mouth. The child was lying on the floor, unmoving. One of the employees, an engineer, ran up to Goldie, being careful not to go near the deadly mouth. A quick flip of a switch and Goldie's eyes dimmed as he slumped into the default deactivation pose, head lowered and arms slack by his side. More employees ushered parents towards the exit, but they didn't need much persuasion. All the while, I just stared.