I don't know how long I stayed sitting in the corner of the back room. It must have been a while, since eventually Chica and Freddy came to see me.

I didn't look at them. "What do you two want?" I grumbled.

"What's gotten into you? Why are you so obsessed with leaving? Don't you like us anymore?" Freddy asked.

I groaned. "Will you please mind your own business?" I turned and faced the wall, resting my head against the cold cement it was made from.

"Springtrap, we're worried about you," I could hear the frown in Chica's voice. "You haven't been yourself lately. It's like you're a whole new person! Not a very good person either!"

"What happened to the old Springtrap? The Springtrap who was willing to help anyone in need? The Springtrap who was sweet and caring? What happened to him? Where did he go?" Freddy's voice started wavering, as if he was about to cry. I've never heard Freddy Fazbear cry in my long life, not even once.

I turned my head further away from them and growled. They were right, something has gotten into me, but it wasn't like I could help it. I was starting to go mad again. The last time this happened was when I commited the murder, I was completely off for weeks on end. I vowed to myself that I would never let it happen again, for the sake of my friends, but I was starting to realize the bad side of me leaking through without even realizing it. I had these crazy ideas in my head and I would go to great lengths to acheive them, even if it meant hurting the ones I loved.

"Go away." The only reply i could think of. Nothing else came to mind. I could feel the emotion in the room, disappointment. The two of them left without a word.

I can't say I blame them for trying to get answers out of me. They need to understand that I'm doing what's best for me, here. Or at least I'm trying to do that. There's no guarantee that I'll leave this place, but I sure was getting my hopes up.

I heard a whistle down the hall. You again, you and your dumb tune. I was starting to hate the sound of you, the sight of you, everything about you. Jealousy was getting the best of me, and you're an adult, I really only have a soft spot for human children. Children are wonderful beings, but unfortunately I haven't seen a real one in years. That old broken Balloon Boy who appeared near the bathrooms every now and then didn't really cut it.

I peeked through your doorway again, finding you snoozing. What do you have against doing your job? What's so hard about making sure everything is in order? Aren't you excited to leave every morning? It really doesn't seem like it.

I tip-toed into your room, being sure not to wake you up. I stood behind you, looking down at your form. You are much smaller than I am, If you stood up, you'd probably be barely half my size. If I really wanted to, I could crush you like a puny bug. Don't worry, I would never kill you. I mean, it's not as much of a rush as people make it out to be. I know from experience.

I glanced at the window, and to my surprise, Foxy was looking in from the other side. What was he doing here?! He was so short, only his ears could be seen.

I heard him growl a bit, just barely waking you up before hissing in your face. It sounded a lot like my own broken vocal programming. You screamed like a little girl, frantically searching until you found a flashlight. You switched it on and waved it around, trying to find the source of the scream. Did you not see Foxy? He was standing right there, chuckling to himself before running away. Hm.

I quickly left the scene before you looked toward the doorway, I had to go find Foxy and see what his deal was.

"Foxy? Foxy, where are you?!" I tried to contact him, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Yeah? What's wrong, lad?" he acted as if he didn't just scare you half to death.

"Why did you do that? What's wrong with you?" I didn't realize it, but I was livid.

"Calm down, Spring! I did that for yer own good, I was hopin' that maybe that guard would maybe… Run away? Never come back? Maybe die?" he smiled, hoping I wouldn't be too mad.

"Are you insane?!" I said to the ghost that was probably a figment of my own imagination. Ironic. "You know how important they are to me! I need to learn their secrets!"

I heard that beep again, the beep letting me know you were leaving. Great. Another night wasted. I glared at Foxy before stomping down the hall. I didn't even bother following you again. I didn't need to be reminded of the potential exit, the one I can't access.

Tomorrow night was the night. That would be when I finally get to visit you, for real this time. I hope you're not too scared, and I hope the same for myself.