I figured if I couldn't see any exits, that maybe I could feel them. That's why I was spending the day running my hands against the walls of the building, searching up and down, left and right, pressing my face and body against them too.
"What are you doing, hun?" Chica found me a few hours into my work.
"I'm feeling around for something, don't worry about it," This idea of a way out was getting to me, giving me an attitude I never had before.
"Foxy told me all about your theories, and I think you're already in too deep. Here, why not eat some cake, it'll put your mind at ease," I turned around to find she was holding up a broken off piece from an old arcade machine, but to her that was definitely a cupcake. It hurt to see her go mental like this, she was like a sister to me, a mother even. I just shook my head and smiled, declining her offer.
A few hours later, I found a bump in the wall, it felt odd. I grabbed it and pulled, but nothing happened. I twisted it, but it barely turned. This couldn't have been a doorknob, it barely moved! I suddenly heard footsteps come from the other side of the wall, and my mechanical heart started beating fast. I ran away, hiding behind a nearby column.
The door opened, and you walked through, whistling a little tune to yourself. I shook my head, unable to process how you opened a locked door. I followed you to the former storage room, watching you sit down with a sigh. You've been less scared lately. Are you finally used to your surroundings? I thought to myself, deciding whether or not I should show my face.
I crawled on my hands and knees under the long window in front of your office. I'm not sure why they installed that thing, It's not like there's much scenery here. I poked my head up, noticing you playing some sort of gaming device. Why aren't you doing your job? I felt like this would be a perfect time to visit you for the first time.
I sighed deeply, trying to quickly figure out an escape route in case something bad happened. Then, I stood up. You just stared, and I stared back. You didn't say a word, but your eyes widened and your face went pale. Were you scared? Frightened by my appearance, just like everyone else? The fast pace of your breathing and the way you froze, unblinking, told me you were waiting for me to leave, so you didn't have to stare at my hideous body. I don't blame you, there is something very wrong with me. I'm made of robotic parts, but I have a heartbeat and I breathe like any other living creature. I'm not human. I'm not an animatronic. I'm Springtrap. That's all I'll ever be.
I shook my head and closed my eyes, running away from the window. Far, far away from the storage room. I couldn't do this, not yet at least. Just one look at you, and I was experiencing an existential crisis. I hid in the back room, trembling in fear. I may be envious of you, human, but I'm also terrified of your power.
At least you know who I am now. You don't have to guess what those footsteps and robotic breathing are coming from anymore. One day, though, I will communicate with you. One day, I will leave.