What's this, a second chapter to one of my FNAF fics?!
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But just a quick note, I'm planning on putting all of my FNAF fics, both past and future ones, into a singular story, so they can be constantly updated and not lost in the depths of the FNAF archive.
Thanks for reading :)
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There he lay, limp; a pool of his own blood soaking the ground around him, seeping into the cracks in the old floor.
The brats had tricked him…They cornered him…
He had gotten into the suit…
The Springs snapped his bones, ripping up his internals…Now this was where he would end; lying on the floor, blood soaking the suit and ground.
This wasn't how he had planned on going out…
At least he took a few with him before he'd kicked the bucket.
'Or sprung the Springtrap,' Vincent thought to himself bitterly, before he spluttered thickly; blood spewing from the rotted Spring Bonnie head.
Though as he coughed up what remained of his guts, he failed to notice movement; passing through the door, and landed soundlessly on the old ground in front of him.
Even if he could see, he doubted he would've noticed it.
He only noticed when he saw the thin, black legs standing before him, leading his broken eyes up to the rest of…its body.
"You…." Springtrap wheezed, trying to push his hands underneath him; but he failed, too weak to do so.
The Marionette simply looked down at Springtrap, its expression unreadable through its one expression face; ever an open smile. Blank eyes staring back into your soul, but never passing any emotion.
"Come…Come to gloat have you..?" he questioned hoarsely, turning his head slowly to try and get a glimpse of the damn Puppet.
Again, no response came from the Marionette; just the silent stare continued, until…
'You are the main attraction...'
Springtrap forcefully, and slowly, turned his head, a few squelches of blood oozing from the gaps between the mask and suit, and fresh blood seeped from the latest wound.
'Your story must be told…'
The Marionette slowly lowered its lanky body to the ground, crouching down beside the Spring Suit, placing a thin, black hand across the rotten chin.
'You are a chain reaction…'
A sudden force pushed his chin, forcing his head to turn the other way, as the falling spirit inside gagged, blood oozing from the crooked, broken jaw. A wheezed cough spluttered, coughing up even more blood.
It was a surprise that this rotten body could hold any more blood after all that he had split.
'That never gets old…'
The Marionette slowly rose to its feet, its eyes now occupied with a single, bright white pupil in each pool of darkness, as he stared down at the crippled killer.
'Some 'bots get satisfaction…breaking the mold…'
Rising in height as its feet slowly rose off the ground, the Marionette spared one last glance at the rotten Spring Bonnie suit, before turning and slowly floating towards the door.
'Some bots are just distractions…'
It partly moved through the closed door; like a ghost. It came to a stop halfway through the door, head drifting down to the disembodied Foxy head; the eye patch lost, and a large gash across its normally uncovered eye.
The Marionette's eyes then drifted to the axe that lay against the wall, blood free.
It glanced behind itself, through the door, one last time.
'Some bots are Just Gold…'