A/N: Hello guys ! Hey, I'm happy that some of you like this story, it warms my heart ! ^^ I hope that you will like this chapter as well :) There is a lot more stuff in this one, even though it's shorter than the previous one. ^^
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Circle of J.
-FnaF: The Other Half-
Chapter 2: Old Friend
While Springtrap seemed to be thinking about something only her knew about, Fred was looking at her from head to feet. He smiled when his gaze stopped on her hips. She was really beautiful. Well, a little tattered but who wasn't ? Yeah, that wasn't very true... Only the Nightmares were tattered, and that girl. That was what made her so special. She was peculiar. She was wonderful. « Hey, are you going to sit ? » He asked her.
She startled before looking at him. She laughed nervously and sat down, hiding her face in her hands. Obviously enough, she was blushing again. « Sorry, I was... lost in my mind. »
« I noticed that. » The boy replied, crossing his arms against his chest. « What were you thinking about ? »
Springtrap cleared her throat, looking at Toy Chica who was speaking to some other costumers. « I know her, Freddle. I know I do. She just doesn't remember. »
« You could also be mistaking her with someone else. Tica has a good memory. »
« Then something must have happened to it. »
« Springtrap- »
« Think about it ! Nobody remembers me, but I do remember them... Isn't it a bit weird ? » She asked him, looking at him cautiously to catch his attention.
Fred inhaled deeply and shrugged, shooking his head slightly. « Maybe you're mistaking them with other animatronics. That seems possible. »
Springtrap sighed, desesperate, and glanced at Tica at the counter, this one noticing her and smiling happily. The golden bunny sighed again and took a look at the road, just outside the window. « Why am I even trying ? Nobody remembers me... »
« Don't be so sad, Spring. I'm sure you'll make friends easily, but you must stop being weird. Pretending that Tica knows you but doesn't remember you is what I would call weird. » Fred explained, worrying for his new friend.
This one just stared at him for a long minute before lowering her ears. « Maybe you're right... »
« I know I am ! You just need to take a break. Forget everything that happened in the past. You need to move on now. » The brown bear added, grabbing the girl's hand and squeezing it.
She froze. « D-Don't touch me ! » She shouted at him, quickly evading his grip. « Never ! »
« But why... ? » He demanded, looking at her with puppy eyes.
Springtrap was breathing heavily. Her vision had started to blur, and she felt like she needed to be as far away from him as she could. She stood up clumsily and she felt everyone looking at her. She was about to faint again. What was wrong with her ? Get out of here, Plushtrap. You need to, she thought as she started to run to the entrance door, but then she felt a hand holding her back by the arm. « Release me ! »
« Springtrap ? » A feminine voice asked, amazed, and suddenly Plushtrap felt two arms wrapping around her chest. « Springtrap ! I thought I would never see you again ! »
Springtrap tried to escape the girl's embrace, whoever she was, when she recognized the voice of the girl. « M-Mangle ? » She inquired shyly, trying to dash her tears so she would see clearly what was going on.
The white and pink fox in front of her nodded and smile hugely. Springtrap smiled back, feeling as sick as before. Mangle remembered who she was. Her big yellow eyes were staring at her happily. « Long time no see ! »
Springtrap was about to answer when she fainted in her friend's arms.
« Springtrap ? Springtrap, wake up. »
My head is killing me... I'm gonna die... Mommy... Mommy, where are you... ?
« Darling, please, wake up now. I brought some tea if you want. »
Mommy... ? Mommy, is that you... ?
« Plushie, please. Don't do that to me. »
I need to wake up. Come on, you can do it Plushtrap. Open your eyes.
Springtrap slowly opened her eyes, moaning in pain. She was sicker than ever. The golden bunny looked all around her. She was in her bedroom. She recognized the bed, the computer just beside the window, her posters of Fredbear when he was young and was a member of a rock band, and, of course, her plush Bonnie the Bunny, Theodore, by her side. She banged her head into her pillow, trying to remember what happened to her.
That's when she remembered. Oh yeah. Bravo Plushie ! You fainted in a restaurant, in front of your friends ! She sighed. They must have been worrying. Sometimes, Plushtrap hated her disease.
« Mommy... ? » She called out, rubbing her eyes and hoping to have a better vision after that. « Mom, where are you... ? »
« Right here, Plushie. » Her mother's voice answered, coming from her right. When Springtrap looked at her, Marionette smiled softly. « My darling... I think you can't go to school like this. »
« But I need to. »
« If you do, Plushie, one day I will find you dying in the Nurse office. » The black and white animatronic told her daughter, stroking her cheek lovingly. « I don't want this to happen. »
Springtrap lowered her ears and nodded quietly. « I guess you're right, Mom... » She whispered, looking at the cup of tea on her desk desesperately. « Is it- Mom, I need it ! Give it to me ! » She cried out, trying to stand up. She failed miserably, making her mother laugh. « Stop laughing and give me my tea ! »
« Okay, fine, here you go. » Puppet said, taking the cup of tea and giving it to her daughter. This one smiled happily and drank it very quickly. Marionette, tenderized, gave her a kiss on the forehead. « You look so happy. »
« I love that tea, Mom... It helps me to get better. » Springtrap nodded, giving the empty cup to her mother very carefully.
Marionette took it and went to the kitchen, putting it into the sink and going back to her daughter's bedroom. Plushtrap seemed to be in a much better state. « Do you need anything else, darling ? »
Springtrap shook her head negatively. « Just you by my side. »
Puppet nodded and sat beside her, grabbing the Bonnie plush and giving it to her daughter. Springtrap took it in her arms and fell asleep, holding her mother's hand at the same time.
Marionette smiled but her smile vanished when she saw the half part of the letter under Springtrap's pillow. Beside it, there was what seemed to be a letter. Maybe Plushtrap was trying to understand the letter, and she took notes ?
Wanting to know what was going on, Puppet grabbed the letter and read it in a very low voice: « I don't know who you are, and I don't care. I just wanted to write this letter to you to inform you that... Well, I will never know what you meant in your letter. I lost the other part. My mother has it, and I can't take it back, she would kill me. So, I was trying to imagine what you said... I can't. I hope that you will understand and forgive me for the content of this letter if what you said was important. Springtrap. »
She was astonished to notice some red stains over the letter as she was reading it. Was it... blood ? No, it couldn't be, why would it be ? Did Springtrap cry blood tears while writing ? No. Did she spit blood while writing ? No, neither.
The only thing that was left was horrifying to Marionette, but it would explain that new scar on Springtrap's arm, seemingly recent.
« When will Springtrap go back to school ? » A feminine voice asked from the phone, Marionette seemingly thinking about what to answer.
« I don't know, maybe in a week. She needs to sleep. » The mother answered, worrying for her daughter more than for herself. « Her disease isn't really helping her. »
« Did you tell her about that ? »
« No, I didn't. She would panic. That's the last thing I want her to do. » Puppet said, lowering her voice as she heard a car stopping in front of her house. « Wait, there's a car in front of the house. »
« Marionette, listen, you must tell Springtrap before it's too late. She will die before even knowing what's wrong with her ! »
« That's all I wish, Spring Bonnie. » Marionette replied, looking through the window as a yellow bear was getting out of the car and was making his way toward the entrance door. « Oh wait, here comes Fredbear. »
« Fredbear ? » Spring Bonnie's voice asked, very surprised. « He's not in jail ? »
« No, of course not. » Marionette answered her friend's question, going toward the door and opening to the golden animatronic.
This one wasn't even looking at her and his gaze was blank as if he was dead. Marionette greeted him, but he didn't react. Annoyed, the Puppet waved her hand in front of his eyes, but he did not react either. Puppet sighed and turned around, closing the door, and she went back to the living room. « Fredbear's acting strange, don't you think ? »
« Yeah, I thought he was insane last time I saw him. He said he wanted to talk to Freddy, but once Freddy was in front of him, he did not move or say anything. » Spring Bonnie explained, her voice sounding as if she was worried. « I'm fearing he might plan something against us. »
« What ? No, Fredbear wouldn't do that to his friends. »
« Need I remind you that we're not anymore his friends ? » Spring Bonnie replied dryly. She cleared her throat before going on. « I heard that he killed Foxy. »
Marionette's eyes widened and she fell on the couch, astonished. « … When did that happen... ? »
« Two weeks ago. » Spring Bonnie answered. There was a masculine voice calling for her. « Sorry, I must hang up, Freddy calls me. Bye-bye ! »
The Puppet smiled. « I'll call you tomorrow night, as always. »
« Kay. »
After that, Spring Bonnie hanged up. Puppet put the cellphone down and wiped her tears. Foxy was dead. Fredbear killed him. « … Fredbear... what's going on with you... ? »
Suddenly, Puppet heard footsteps behind her. « I think you owe me some explanations, 'Mom'. »
To be continued...