7 Nights in Hell

by BlackDragon41

Mike has spent 5 frightening nights at Freddy's with mechanical killers at 18, he's back 30 years later to make some cash but is unaware that he's about to get much more than he bargained for. He's going on a thrilling ride of suspense and horror. It's a good thing he's got a little help this time but how well can the aid of a dead Animatronic-possessing psychopath be or even last?

4. Remains

7 Nights In Hell

Chapter 4: Remains

A/N: Yes, I've been gone for a very long time, months now. I apologize for the agonizing wait but this late spring and summer have been keeping me busy almost every weekend now and it's all thanks to my job, family trips, friends over, babysitting, and other issues regarding my family, also just the lack of motivation too. I hope all of you can forgive me for the absences, and future absences to come as the summer is the busiest time for my job as well as family activities(no complaints for that really). I did happen to get a good amount of time off recently and I have Goldude and their story Golden Skin, golden heart(should totally check it out) to thank for sparking the need to write again, as well as the early release of Fnaf 4, which I haven't got to play yet but can't seriously wait to . Springtrap Finale by Groundbreaking is also the source of motivation and the song is free to download as well. Find on YouTube.

Please enjoy this chapter, I was planning to push this event later until later but here you go.

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Damn it, why did they have to interfere? Did I get too loud when roughing up the night watch? I thought to myself in great aggravation, I forced my caged corpse to move, I rammed my covered mechanical fist into the wall before leaning the back of my head against it in troubling failure. I was so close to getting the guard in my death-grip, so close to getting rid of a huge threat while having some fun in the process. Oh what a mood killer, what a way for such joy to become so sour in a second's notice. But 'them'- 'they' were watching and I saw the malicious faces through the fake ones, 'they' could not hide their intentions from me. Those damned cretins monitored my every move, all eyes fixed on my being; waiting for the right moment to become active. One or two of them are certainly going to try and pay me a visit now, they always did when I got loud; whether it be accidently knocking something over or smashing stuff in fits of rage.

They really liked to punish me, for any reason for that matter.

Breaking the junk around the place was one of the ways to put myself into a better mood after hours of bitter silence, I used to destroy Fazbear scrap back at the horror attraction to alleviate a night of failure to reach the guard; days I had to sit in this painful and solitary confinement while two careless idiots wrecked the place more than it was already and fitted it to look spooky and shit like that with loads of junky props. If only the security guard didn't trick me, or rather use the animatronic that I'm bound to have that shitty noise following program; it's hard to fight programming in machines I've found out. If only the man listened for my muffled cry for help, that spineless worm. If only that 'worm' had helped then I wouldn't be still stuck in a worthless world of pain, a new chamber filled with unwanted company. The old horror attraction was such a better place; maybe not as big or as open as this place but it was home in a sense; I had nothing to worry about there and plenty of opportunities to get someone to free me or have some fun from time to time.

But this place, it's a little hell of my own just outside of my caged hell. I don't have the pleasure to go breaking stuff to vent off steam without paying a price by my fellow neighbors, let alone do anything for that matter. Hell, even just sitting still and I'd get an unwelcomed visitor just for the occasion. It's nothing new, I've dealt with them for nearly a month now; they'd come to remind me of my place and show their contempt. That's just how it was here though, six bastards to increase the torment for no apparent reason but to create more pain. I did deserve to pay for killing the kids but getting painfully killed by the suit and trapped within for many long years should have been the bill, not this extra every early night reoccurring beating. I hate it.

Oh how I really hated these animatronics, they're relentless.

Animatronics? Heh, Should I even call these bastards that? I found out what they truly were after first exploring the place on my first night of arrival, now all of their secrets stay nicely hidden in a locked storage locker on the opposite end of the building; right next to the bathroom. Locked up with chains at that. I thought Nicholson didn't believe in that kind of thing, yet he goes and conceals it? For what reason? From who? Himself? The security guards? Heh, I bet if they've seen what was inside then they would leave and never come back; no one would dare work in this damn abandoned storage facility ever. There's a reason why it's been abandoned. It's not so worrisome being dead, but the fact that they can actually intensify my pain… it is terrifying to say the least; especially now since I've had plenty of steel nails painfully carving trenches into my bones. Hell, I wouldn't believe what's inside those stupid robotic animals if I didn't get a glimpse for myself; I wish I never did. I didn't believe in ghosts either; until I got cornered by the kids I killed, but at least the ghosts of the children weren't as bad as these atrocities. I'd rather deal with the shame, guilt, and haunting faces of those children forever then be around my new tormenting neighbors for more than a second.

One or two I could handle on my own, but three or more… all of them?

I'd be screwed.

I still remembered the last time I was cornered, I took a thrashing upon discovering the animatronics for the first time in the warehouse. Upon first glance they were nothing but freak machines that were similar to the ones I used to work around; I thought nothing of them though and left them to return to my usual spot, then out of nowhere they attacked when I had my back to them. They cannot kill me since I am already dead but they did manage to put a few small dents in my metal frame, although their intention did not seem to damage me really. No. It was much worse what they had in store, they know how to make me suffer and I swear that is their intention.

But it's not only me they're after, they want anyone to toy around with. Anyone suffering at their hands would suffice. That's why the first security guard left; the first nightshift hire when we were moved to this hellish place. She made no mentions of the pig freak standing right outside of the office window, nor the close call with one of the machines that nearly got her from the vent below; her own weight along with the chair was all she had to keep it down. It left a decent sized nick on her right ankle and bled a little, she pretended like it never happened and quit for a pathetic reason like wanting an office job closer to home; but I saw what happened that night and she was very afraid. Shortly after she exited the building, I became their next plaything.

The pig did not partake in my thrashing but watched off to the side ever so diligently with that large two-pronged fork and mocking smile, that son of a bitch is the ringleader of this freak circus. I just know it. Its face disgusts me and its eyes glow red in the dark very often, perhaps a malfunction of the machine or shit. I swear it'll be the first one I destroy if I ever get the chance. The other animatronics have already tried to rip me to pieces, but that damn swine is always watching the show like its mere entertainment; there's no telling what it can do or what it will do when it's ready to make a move. I don't intend to let it get that chance.

It's just a sad shame that I am outnumbered and outmatched. Now I have a security guard to get a hold of before things take a turn for the worse.

I let out a low metallic growl. Why am I just sitting here then?! Eliminating one problem should be my current agenda; especially since the guard knows who I am and what I've done, but I cannot go out there yet. I squeeze my mechanical hands into fists, I've screwed up and now my options are few. They're active, I'd be the initial target since I'm the warehouse 'favorite'. Damn, I should have just choked the guy and been done with it silently already; messing up the security system wouldn't be hard and I could have pulled off the kill with no problems at all. My secret would have been safe if anything… now it's on the line with Mr. Mike Schmidt; or so the old man called him.

Mike Schmidt…

Hmmmm… That name, why does it sound somewhat familiar? … No, it wouldn't matter if it did or not. He cannot escape here. I will pay the price to ensure that, no amount of pain can measure to the stakes of being revealed to the world along with my crimes. I will not suffer another prison worse than this!

I made a move to stand, but remained in place instead of getting up. It would be best to wait just a little longer, at least long enough to see if the other animatronics get him first. I haven't heard any footsteps recently, so the guard was still in the office.

Just a little longer I told myself, if he doesn't coward-out within the next hour or so- then I'll finish what I started and prevent a fate worse than this suit alone.

If only patience were my strong suit…

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Mike had hardly moved from his seat since the encounter with Springtrap and the discovery of the other animatronics being possessed, it hadn't been a complete hour since then but the professional security guard was on high alert and learning his way around the two systems; quickly glancing at all cameras and vents while watching closely for even the most subtle movement. Thankfully, all of the animatronics in the main storage facility had turned their heads back to their original positions shortly after the mechanical rabbit left. Mike had not dared move except to scan the floors, he was even hesitant to use the lighting on the security cams so he mostly used the glitch night vision mode when he could and discovered that the machines have lost interest in him; well it took the pig and dog longer than the rest. Those two seemed more active, the pig was the last one to lose interest; it took minutes longer and that was frightening to say the least, it was after all; the biggest and the creepiest of the bunch. The guard cringed at what it could do with that huge two-pronged fork, a fork that was more than large enough to pick a stake off of a grill; probably could pick up two nice sized cuts at once.

Thinking about stake was making him feel a little hungry and distracted so he dived back into the monitors and barely ever moved an eye off of the lighted screens. He specifically kept an attentive eye on cam 02, Springtrap was the only one who moved so far; that he knew of. Thankfully, the possessed animal bot has been quiet and still; not once coming out of the storage room since the first time.

That was a huge relief.

Schmidt worked on the systems up until 3:13 a.m with no changes whatsoever, what did happen once in that span of time was some kind of chilling sound but without movement from the animatronics. The sound came from cam 06. Camera six is stationed right outside of the warehouse management systems room, the only thing visible from the camera sights was a padlocked up door; the bathroom door. A bathroom Mike couldn't use apparently. On the side of it was an exit door and across from the exit was the corner of the hallway. There wasn't much to see from his point of view but that was the only place the freaky sound came from, the sound could be best described as a knocking sound if anything followed by some strange growl.

It was that sound that made the hairs on the back of Mike's neck stand on end, but other than that there was nothing to it; just silence except for the slight audible buzzing of the old metal fan; an old dusty desktop fan that he swore up and down was the one he used at the pizzeria decades ago.

The rest of the night was going to be easy Mike thought to himself as he paid close attention to the cameras and vents. There was nothing to be seen in all cameras except for cam 01, 03, and 04. Camera 01 was above his office window and high up enough to see all of the animatronics; excluding Springtrap, cam 03 was inside of the docking area where the forklifts were, he could only see a few of the animatronics from there; mostly Husky and his backside and a bit of his right side, leaving a good gap through the huge wall frame to see Tiny the damn panda and Papa Pig as well as the owl Clyde. The fourth camera was adjacent from the animatronics and up high like the first.

Camera 02 was in the corner of the hallway outside of his office, cam 05 was the nearly occupied packing room, while 07 was in the cluttered Warehouse Management office next to his. The outdoor and vent cameras didn't have much on them and he couldn't see any animatronics on either of them so far so everything was running rather smoothly.

Mike frowned deeply.

It was almost too smoothly.

Something couldn't be right, one of them or Springtrap would have moved at least once by now. He personally hoped that the machines didn't have a night mode; being allowed to walk around. But that couldn't be right, they were broken… mostly it seemed. Out of sudden nervousness; Mike clicked back on the panel to check back at camera 02 to see if Springtrap was up to something, only he was puzzled when he looked at the screen. Something was there in the dark that wasn't there before. A silhouette or more of a shadow appeared to be standing in the middle of the hallway. Mike's heart picked up the pace as he stared at the small form of what looked like a child standing right in front of the storage unit that concealed Springtrap. "What in the hell is that?" Getting up out of his chair in a rush; the security guard quickly walked to his door and peered around the edge of the doorframe, he squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the shutters at the end of the hallway but he could not see anything obscuring the white pull-up door. Blinking in confusion, Mike moved back to his desk and sat down, he pulled the panel back up to himself and his eyes went wide. The shadow of the kid was still there, as if staring at the stupid door. But that couldn't be right, he saw nothing with his own eyes.

A small blinking light on the computer screen to his side went off, Mike clicked the night vision mode as it had been rebooted and ready to use. He switched over to night vision mode for the limited time that he had with it and stared hard at the silhouette that was still there, the shape looked almost like a small boy; it was easier to see but the child was still there. It didn't make a lick of sense to the guard.

There was no sound coming from the camera, nor from the hallway itself. This apparition… he just had to be imagining things but he knew what he was seeing on screen. Out of annoyance Mike tapped the child figure. "What are you?" He tapped it several times and it immediately vanished out of sight. "Oh shit!" He cursed aloud, not sure if he just pissed the child off or provoked an attack or something. Like that could be possible from a digital device?

It wasn't seconds more that the security system suddenly shut down, then the power to the whole building went out instantaneously.

Blackness blanketed the space around him, he was left in a cold silence.

"Oh hell no!" Mike immediately felt like he had a huge and heavy target on his back, his skin crawled and he silently cursed to himself as he tapped at the only thing that had any light to it. The security panel in his hands was still illuminated surprisingly, likely running on battery power and not electricity. The screen was black but it still produced a very faint light.

"Come on, work damn it!" The guard was getting a little frantic as the seconds pass by, he didn't have any way to keep tabs on any of the animatronics and the child shadow.

He had to admit, this was much more terrifying than his last job regarding the Fazbear Entertainment franchise.

Oh I was much worse and three times more deadly.

"Please? Please!" He continued to tap the screen and amazingly more light illuminated his face and the room, only the screen made a grating sound with bars of grays moving up and down the device.

Oh the agonizing time of waiting for a response was killing him, never once had he been this impatient, of course his life was depending on having the upper hand in this situation.

"Really? What in the hell is wrong with this thing!?"Mike furiously tapped on the screen of the security panel as faded gray lines cleared away along with the annoying grating sounds. This was definitely not the time to have the security system failing him now, not with murderous animatronics outside of his room with a mere pane of glass to hide behind and an open door just around the bend. Either Springtrap or the others could easily walk in on him and he didn't have anything to lure them away.

Mike stopped and eyed the thing closely when a small retro-eight-bit detailess game form of Springtrap appeared on the screen, it was sitting against a wall in an old looking room; it even had that freak smile and half an ear missing so there was no denying that it was the killer animatronic. The only thing that struck him as odd was the purple between the animatronics' suit creases, it had to be the guy in purple that both Fritz and Jeremy had talked about. It sat within a small circle of red that spread slowly; blood pooled around it and the rabbit furiously shook as if in horrible pain, it shook and shook and shook in its place alone with a deep robotic voice spelling out letters that were almost too hard to distinguish. H… E… L… P… … M… E… … … H… E… L…- Suddenly a timer appeared on the top of the screen and started at zero, then numbers rapidly started to come at an exceedingly fast pace; jumping from thirty seconds to four minutes. Minutes changed to hours.

The darkness of the warehouse no longer affected him, his sole focus became glued on the screen and the bizarre story that was being played out to him.

Time…

The disguised killer…

What was he watching?

As this timer sped and changed so did the robotic figure sitting in pain. Mike watched as the thing shook, Springtrap; or rather the man within Spring Bonnie, finally moved his hands up and tried to pry at the head. He had grabbed the jaws and attempted to pry them open; sadly he only managed to open it enough to reveal his nose down to his chin and nothing more. It looked as though the man was struggling to hold it open or pull it back more.

H... E... L... P... …M... E...

The headpiece then suddenly snapped back into place causing the man to shake more frantically, blood had splattered along the rims of the mouth; this explained the stains that he saw on Springtrap's maw. In a desperate attempt to be free of the prison he was locked in; the Spring-trapped man grabbed at the suit's chest and scraped at it erratically, managing to actually rip out a large hole in the upper chest cavity. He couldn't get anything else but a few wires and rods, nothing more from that spot so his hands went to his torso then to his right shoulder as well as a few other places; he failed to do much of anything but cosmetic damage to the Spring Bonnie suit.

H... E... L... P ... … M... E...

"Help me?" Mike pieced the repeated letters together to form words. "How?" Mike clicked the screen in several places but could change nothing, it looked like a mini-game but he sure couldn't play it.

The last thing Springtrap went for was his head again, he scraped at the sides and tried to pull it off only to receive nothing in his efforts, he was truly confined and wasting all of his strength on his futile attempt. The purple man finally gave up and leaned against the wall while still shaking, he remained there and shook until the timer hit the fifth hour, then his head fell forward and he became still and remained that way for many more hours with drops of blood dripping out of the eyes. ... Hours soon changed to days with no movement or signs of life. He had died on that fifth hour.

After a few days the machine started to show signs of movement, the golden animatronic made a hiss-like sound as it attempted to lift an arm, it screeched again when it tried to lean forward. Even in death it was tied to pain and to this world. Springtrap smacked itself back into the wall behind and shuddered.

The blood dried up and darkened as did the purple man's flesh.

H... E... L... P... … … M... E...

Days changed to weeks. Weeks… to months… and months to years. In between the passage of time Mike saw Springtrap actually moving as if in a fast-forward motion; such as in a movie being played at a high speed; moving erratically. He was now walking around, the possessed animatronic began wondering around the room aimlessly; as if trying to find a way out. This happened many times as did him trying to pull at the suit in attempts to free himself, every time of course; resulted in the same failure; Springtrap twitched violently at every disappointment encountered.

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"Shit, how long?" He asked as he watched the years pass twenty.

H... E... L... P... ... M... E...

"I can't you, stupid game." Mike replied with annoyance as he tapped the screen repeatedly, he didn't have time for games that weren't really playable games.

Springtrap moved along the walls once more and a small 'thunk' sound could be heard as he stopped at each wall, like he attempted to pound a way out; again he failed and this time he returned back to his original spot and sat back down. The animatronic rabbit didn't move from that spot anymore after that, it only sat there and twitched periodically as more years passed.

H… E… L… P…

Springtrap did however; one last thing as the years started slowing down on the top of the screen. He once again tried to force the mouth of the animatronic open, the screen started to fizzle out a bit as he did. Mike watched in shock as the trapped man inside pulled at the metal rods that held his bone jaws forcibly open, he could not remove them but tried real hard to.

H… E… L… P… … … … … … M… E…

Perhaps if he removed the rods then this killer could actually talk? As stupid as it sounded, Mike was starting to wonder if he should do something to help this guy, it was a long shot but it could be worth it.

He could get actual answers and probably leave this place with his life.

Or, he could die.

"Thirty years?!" Schmidt yelled out of surprise when the timer came to a stop at thirty years, ten months, nine days, eight hours, and seven minutes and zero seconds.

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The screen turned black suddenly and he was left in the dark.

"What the hell? …. AGGGHHHH!" Mike then suddenly jumped back in his chair with a frightened shout as a white clown-like face jumped out of the black and flashed the full screen with a loud shriek while fading out just as quickly. The security guard almost fell out of his seat and held a hand over his chest from the unexpected jumpscare, he almost dropped the expensive panel but managed to keep a good grasp on it. He dared to look back onto the screen, thankfully the black had faded away and the security system was rebooting back up. The guard let out a heavy sigh, he didn't know what the hell he saw jump out at him but it looked like a pixelated form of some kind of clown; only it wasn't a clown. It had streaks of purple underneath its eyes down to its mouth. It also had a red circle on each side of the cheek. It was also very thin and took on a happy; but sad like appeal to its character. It was starting to seem like the puppet thing Jeremey talked about a lot.

Seconds after, lights in the warehouse started to come back on; most of them were dim but at least the security guard was not in total darkness anymore.

That was something to ponder on about but the whole game-less mini-game was even more disturbing and interesting. Did all of that really happen to the murderer? Was that how he died? Thirty years I a room? There were answers he needed to the questions, but he certainly wasn't going out of the office to find out. Yet, he couldn't help but wonder; all that time he heard 'Help me', he assumed it was the killer trapped in the animatronic calling out and it had to be. Just looking at the maimed figure and the blood while it was still around… there was no doubt about it. Springtrap was the purple man; a trapped corpse and soul in a suit of steel, stuck in this world and apparently still in very real pain. "Thirty years." He said quietly to himself. 'Thirty years of torture. Could someone like that really deserve such punishment?' Sure the guy killed those innocent kids and deserved to die for doing so… but how much was too much? He remembered well of how the guy died; as explained by Fritz, but if this vision was true and was indeed a part of the puzzle then it would explain why the soul was still at unrest and tormenting anyone that it could get a hold of. The cycle was still going, the bad history of Freddy Fazbear's Entertainment would continue until it was put to an end, so long as the murderer's soul was at unrest and stuck; then the cycle would continue until he is put to rest or content.

Mike ran a hand through his hair, careful not to knock the hat off of his head. This was a pretty big deal. Everything that tormented him and his friends all derive from one restless soul in this warehouse, one possessed animatronic that has cruel intentions to anyone. Why? He could only assume that the killer was an asshole, but there had to be more to it. Fritz told him of a time when Springtrap had stopped right in front of the office window and stared at him for so long, he then proceeded to the doorway and groaned lightly from the spot; almost hesitant to enter the office. It seemed almost like a cry for help but Fritz was scared shitless and cursed at the thing, even going so far as to throw one of the plush toys at it in hopes of getting it to go away. He used the child's laughter on the intercom in a room close by and the animatronic left to go towards the noise, but it didn't move so fast and it almost sounded like it was trying to resist the need to head to the next room. Fritz left out the exit and took his only chance to escape, only returning back for the remainder of the week to keep anyone else from making a terrible mistake and becoming a target to a killer machine. He at least knew what he was doing.

After that night, Springtrap was much more hostile for the rest of that week. Fritz barely survived the last night, right before the building caught on fire. So many times did the killer machine nearly get him, he was lucky to get out of there alive.

There has to be more to it than just wanting to kill. He can speak though it's hard to decipher. He also is afraid or intimidated by these other animatronics that may as well be possessed. And last but not least, he wants help whether he'd admit it or not.

"What in the hell am I going to do?" Mike leaned back up in his chair and the security system on the panel rebooted; it soon came back online and his blue eyes caught a glimpse of the door shutters at the main end of the hallway. His heart skipped a beat and he remained still from what disturbed him, the door… it was open. He had no time to react when an animatronic hand swiftly clasped onto the collar of his uniform and yanked him right out of the seat, he dropped the security panel and it clattered to the floor. It was so unexpected and too quick to react to. He was forced up onto his feet and then slammed right into the nearest wall with his left arm twisted around his back in a careless manner, he gasped when he collided into the dusty peeling wall. He crooked his head to the side just enough to see what he really didn't want to see, Springtrap standing close by with those menacing animatronic eyes glaring at him. The psychotic killing machine let out a loud ear-piercing shriek next to his ear, letting Mike have the smell of death coming from the rotted fabric mouth.

Mike wanted to puke from the putrid smell of dusty roadkill, it wasn't too strong but it was potent enough to make his stomach flip. He never saw or even heard the machine coming, he was so lost in his thoughts that he forgot about watching the monitors; which were occupied with a ridiculous unplayable game. His own carelessness is going to get him killed. No, he can't die yet, not until he ended the cycle so that no one else would end up like the murdered children, dead, or the laughing stock of the neighborhood. Not again. No one else had to die.

Then there's Nat and Beth... Parentless.

"Get… the hell… off of me!" Mike forced himself to spin around having his arm scraped up and twisted painfully from the animatronics' grasp, he freed himself with a little price to pay. Once free he immediately took a few steps back and held his pained limb. The killer only stared back with a high-pitched static-like screech escaping the voice filter. "Dammit I'm gonna go deaf because of you." Mike complained as he brought both arms up to his ears from the irritating and head splitting sound, he got an instant headache from the sound. It was the least of his worries though, getting the machine to 'not kill him' was the first priority. How he was going to do that was still a plan in progress. There was little time to think, little time to act and do anything with Springtrap beginning a slow heavy amble towards him.

'Think damn it!' He ultimately couldn't think of any solution with the approaching murderer except for the taser, it was all he had that could possibly stop Springtrap; or so he hoped. But before he could even reach for the device on his belt, the animatronic halted movement and immediately turned tail and ran out of the office.

'What?!'

…

Why now of all times? Damn them.

He hissed lowly to himself. Out of the corner of his animatronic eye he saw that Papa Pig and Tiny were missing; the two largest animatronics out of all of them were missing out of place, roaming around and ready to screw up with his plans yet again. If it had been one large one with any other smaller one then he wouldn't have been so inclined to flee, he can't handle two large ones; he's already tried. It's too risky.

Mike Schmidt… was too lucky. He was going to get away.

No… the shift wasn't over just yet, he just needed a little more time.

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"Come back here! Why in the hell are you running away again?!" The determined security guard bolted after Springtrap, it made no sense for a killing machine to just up and run like it was fearful right at it was about to get him. Not again. This animatronic bastard had some kind of connection to the others. "Hey?!" Mike immediately came to a halt when the decaying Golden Bonnie came to a stop only feet from its rabbit hole and turned around slowly on its claw-like feet. The machine tilted its head downward as it faced him with its tiny white animatronic eyes beaming from the shells of the stained and discolored orbs; it never failed to look freaking creepy and insane the night watchmen had to admit. Low huffing and static sounds came from the animatronic hybrid. It was at this moment that Mike had realized what a dumbass he was for running after something that can't die but can easily kill him, there wasn't much he had on him to defend himself from a heavy metal monster with killing capabilities.

Springtrap was quite surprised by this gutsy guard, this would perhaps be the first to actually chase after him and ever leave out of the comforts of the protective office too; not even the other guards did that, not even the one from the horror attraction. They didn't dare even so much as peer out the door. This guy was either looking for trouble or just out right dumb as a rock, there were so many ways to use this man's own stupidity to kill him; so many ways that he was having a hard time trying to choose. But interestingly enough, the guardsmen wasn't backing down nor retreating after noticing his own folly; he only stood in place and moved one hand onto his handheld taser for some kind of line of defense. He appeared to be hesitant to withdraw it from his belt, probably trying not to provoke an attack. This was very interesting… but if he was going to kill the man then he'd have to make it quick, 'they'… they were moving again; he could hear them from the main storage very well even if the watchman couldn't.

"Hey! Yeah, you bucket of bones and wires!" Mike demanded attention with a hint of annoyance and carelessness despite the real fear that he shoved down and mostly out of mind. He really should be retreating or backing away at least but he had to know if it was true; if what Fritz thought he saw was real, the killer was never found but apparently used a suit in the old mysteries of Fazbear Entertainment past. He was told by one of his buddies that the thing was possessed by the killer and had a body trapped within from the suit's faulty spring locks that killed them. Then there was that very strange retro gaming video that just up and popped up on his monitor for no apparent reason, a man died in that suit and had been stuck inside of it for a few decades. Then there was that message he picked up from the game's audio. 'Help Me.' Was that the purple man calling out? "Are you really in there? The child murderer? … Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria? 1987 ring a bell?"

Springtrap tilted his head up and to the side a bit, if he could smile on his own then he would be from the guard's particular question. He had to give this guy some credit, he knew more than he thought he did.

"It's… me."

"The fuck? Did you… just talk?" 'Again?' Mike asked with his mouth agape and eyes fixed entirely on Springtrap, he held his flashlight close but kept it off to not provoke. This 'thing' understood his question and answered the demand like any normal person would. It was the murderer. His eyes widened when Springtrap slipped his fingers over its bottom row of teeth and the bottom of his jaw with one animatronic hand and used his other to grab the roof of his animatronic mouth, he watched as the killer machine pulled his mouth open slowly; as if he was trying to pull an actual tightly closed spring trap apart. He could hear light screeching sounds as the aged metal frame grated against other wires and gears in the process, it may have been a little rusted but he couldn't quite tell in the faint light.

Mike's jaw dropped as the animatronic pulled the head part to reveal what looked like a skull sitting inside, two animatronic eyes rested in the eye sockets and continued to glow. He did not need to use the flashlight to see the particular shape that could only be described as the shape of a human skull cradled in a shell of covered steel in the dim light of the hallway's window to the main storage room. Chills ran up his spine as he stared at the faintly lit head of the corpse. Fritz definitely wasn't lying; there was a person inside and it was no hallucination. His friend would freak if he knew the truth, someone had died inside and possessed the mechanical animal; it was the killer. The guard let his posture slack some but kept one hand on his belt and taser, it was probably the only item he had to keep the robotic thing in check; he could only hope that it's endoskeleton within could be overridden with juice to stall the major components and temporarily halt functionality and slow the killer. "So you are the murderer huh?" He asked carefully and casually to try and keep himself off of the thing's current shitlist, he still remembered the little beating he took an hour ago so he didn't want another. "I suppose the evidence is there then, but still." Mike paused for a second and looked down at the floor with an empty gaze for a few moments before bringing his eyes back up to the remains of a man that had thick rods embedded into bone. "You're trapped in there aren't you?"

Springtrap did not immediately reply as he thought the possessed animatronic would but those piercing glowing eyes did stay fixed on him.

There was a body in there and it had to be the man he saw in that suit on the game, the reply was not imaginary; metallic and low but definitely human. Mike's stomach nearly did a 360 when his eyes landed on two of the thickest metal rods that jutted through the jaws of the skeletal head and right through the bone at that, the skull's mouth could barely open but a mere inch at best with the iron and even the slightest movement of the animatronic had the rods sliding in and out of place, creating a scraping sound that made his own teeth hurt. A few red wires ran up the sides of his face and appeared to be connected to the animatronic eyes that appeared to be lodged well into the skull's eye sockets, it wasn't pretty. What could be even more disturbing was all of the stains and what looked to be chips of mummified flesh clinging to the skull in many places, that would explain the horrible smell. There was a whole body in there and it was likely mangled and permanently meshed with wires, steel bolts and nails, and cogs and gears too. It's no wonder why he shook so much and tore at the metal frame that had been crushing him from within. The pain… he couldn't even begin to imagine. The game he saw on that monitor… the last game Fritz said he played a little while ago at the horror attraction… it was beginning to make sense now.

The kid's shadowy appearance though, it still didn't connect right but it had something to do with Springtrap. And quite possibly the guys' death in the suit.

This form before him was the murder's fate, the truth. The twisted truth of one who doesn't deserve pity, but has it anyways. Mike admitted to himself, somehow a child murderer gained pity from him; the stroke of justice seemed fair and yet not at the same time. It's no wonder the purple man cried out for help in the mini-game, such unfathomable pain until his passing. Then to be trapped and tied to his prison for over three decades?

What was fair? What was just? Mike never contemplated these things before because he used to not give a damn, but this entity in front of him was tied to the fall of the franchise and the horrible history connected to it.

Mike blinked suddenly when Springtrap let go of his maw and the mouth instantly snapped shut over his remains, he did not expect that kind of reaction from a dumb security guard. Of course he was trapped, everything about the suit was drilled into the very fibers of his corpse; he couldn't be free of it. He's tried but has yet to escape from his hellish prison, ever since he had woken up within; he has been held in pace by his mechanical coffin and unable to rest. Oh how he wished so strongly to be free of the endless pain and nuisance keeping him in place and from peace, freedom was but a wish he couldn't have.

Schmidt didn't get a reply like he had hoped; nothing but a long and freakish stare, but the guard was going to continue to prod for information. Why? For one; it was quite interesting to say the least in his boringass life, and two; it was responsive unlike the possessed animatronics from Freddy's pizzeria. The others only moaned in agony and tried to get him to stuff him into a suit; and even after trying to talk nicely to the machines peering into his office, Bonnie and Chica 'loved' to get close to him and sound their pain. At the time he didn't understand why they sounded so grotesquely human, it took many years and getting to know Jeremy and Fritz to come up with some decent answers; only a mere month ago he had met and made friends with Fritz that shared a fairly similar experience as him just a few weeks before they met.

Now here he was with the perpetrator to fill in the blanks and likely die while doing so, it's always his horrible luck.

Just a month ago that he learned of the truth of a killer and kids involved around the animatronics; this made sense of the Fazbear Entertainment Franchise falling and the animatronics erratic behavior, as well as why the robotic animals were stained around the eyes and teeth and stunk horribly at the stupid pizza place.

It's the reason he lost his job. Not that he cared to get fired, it was more of a relief if anything back then; no more worrying about dying horribly.

Freddy, Foxy, Chica, Bonnie, and some kind of puppet thing that he's never seen before until the mini-game; were supposedly possessed by the dead children from the weirdass games Jeremy had after getting his shift switched and apparently Fritz, who had some strange but similar mini-games during his shift of them dying by the hands of a man in purple with kids hiding behind animatronic masks. Now the Fazbear animatronic crew with their odd murderous behaviors; made some damn sense! With kids… it seemed likely for their unrest behaviors and need to punish and or show their anger and sorrow; kids are young and well… kids, naïve and blunt on how they feel. But Springtrap? It seemed to actually listen with some moderate intelligence, this was a deceased man he was speaking to. 'He' was the man in purple, 'He' killed them and 'He's' the reason why him and his friends went through animatronic hell. But- 'He's' also the reason that he met his two best friends in the whole damn world who knows the kind of shit they went through and survived. That was one thing to be grateful for from this psychotic killing bastard.

Killing the kids though? He deserved his prison. Or at least a thirty-year sentence seemed appropriate enough. But… what was the motive? Why?

"Trapped? It's the reason you're still here isn't it? Those kids… why did you kill them? … …" He got nothing but a twitch from the suit. "Come on? … … … Damn it!" Mike clenched his fist and narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Just speak you psychotic child killing son of a bitch!" Mike finally got a response but it was of the negative kind, a loud and ear-piercing mechanical hiss escaped the old and worn-out animatronic rabbit; it hunched forward in its screech and tilted its head to the side a little in a manic manner.

Enough with the great reveal, there wasn't really much to be seen; or in his opinion at least. It was amusing to see the shock of the guardsmen but he wasn't overly surprised as he thought the security guard would be. Shame. He at least expected the guy to leave immediately as he was adjusting the headpiece of the mechanical suit, and even after that thrilling shriek, but no; Mike appeared steadfast and firm in his position as if still wanting more answers.

Idiot. But oddly admired for the guts. This was the only encounter with a person that he had sort of a conversation with since before his death and mechanical ensnarement.

A conversation would be a waste of time though, he was surprised that his reveal and Mike's loud demands didn't already alert the other animatronics of their positions and commotion. They'd be found soon enough, it was time to get to work and kill the man while he had him within a short distance. Springtrap was already out of patience and thoroughly annoyed, he didn't have to answer to this stupid guard and he didn't have to waste his time revisiting the past that was well left behind. Besides, it was painful enough to say virtually anything despite being dead; discouraging any kind of speech. The rods in his jaws prevented him from speaking clearly even though he no longer had a tongue or vocal cords; even his very soul was muffled by the cursed suit. He hated his grand mistake and his tight prison chamber that limited him, he was pissed off more that the security guard practically called him crazy. There was only one thing worth saying.

"Iht's tihme to -iie."

Even muffled he knew what he heard was 'It's time to die', this was a reply that he didn't want to hear. "Wait I'm not finished!" Mike immediately demanded.

Springtrap made a step forward and just as quickly came to a halt as the security guard asked him a particular question.

"You were crying for help weren't you?" The possessed machine ceased its movements almost immediately. "In the retro mini-game right?"

Springtrap knew not the meaning of that but was surprised to say the least.

"Weren't you?"

He almost wanted to answer, almost. After all he did try; once freed of the sealed room, his cry went on deaf ears though. His voice filter could not be loud enough behind a thick glass frame and nor was there any ears to hear him scream out in his last living hours at the restaurant. It wouldn't matter now anyways.

"While sealed away in that room you plead for help, you even ripped at the animatronic body in your last hours in an attempt to be free but could barely manage to pull out a few chunks of fabric. There was too much blood loss to free yourself, and you probably couldn't even at full strength. Not on your own. Even years after; you still failed to escape the suit and the room, you continued to for so long until you finally gave up. Fritz told me that he heard moaning and that it sounded almost like a plea, but your last approach towards him proved otherwise. You said 'Help Me' didn't you?"

How did he know that? There was no one at the damn restaurant in his passing hours so how could anyone possibly know that? But it was true, he didn't know why he would ask for help with no one around but still begged for mercy and freedom. Perhaps it was just something appropriate and practical to shout in wanting deliverance from the jaws of death and pain? There was nothing on his mind at the time when he was dying, nor for many weeks and years afterwards. He only wanted the torment to end. He had almost forgotten the ordeal itself with the agonizingly slow passage of time. He tried to tell Fritz, like that worked out well?

"I can help you."

Now those words were interesting. But the man really wouldn't, no one would help a child killing psychopath.

"Or I can at least try. I can try and free you." The man added. "That's what you want right?" The man asked with a rather serious tone.

Yes.

But no.

This was the first guard that actually tried to talk to him though, but he also knew him and his long and nearly forgotten crimes and fate. Mike certainly was… an interesting one to say the least.

It's too bad that he knows too much.

A threat… but possibly a means to freedom?

Was the risk worth it?

No. Not increasing his torment. Never.

… It was tempting though. Very much so.

"Iht's tihme to -iie."

Mike wasn't surprised and he certainty wasn't thrilled about the answer, it was like one of those days that he should have just stayed home.

And he should have.

Springtrap made a sudden leap at the guard and Mike stumbled back with a forceful hiss as metal hands clenched onto his arm and shoulder, broken wires scraped and some even sunk into his flesh in the grapple; the guard held in his pain and jerked himself side to side to free as good and as quick as he could. The damage was worth it to free himself and he took a few steps back as Springtrap mused at the droplets of blood that coated his fingers, the killer got him good with the few broken fingers he had.

Mike scowled from the stinging sensation in his arm, he flinched as he clasped a hand over the two small trenches that were dug out of his limb. Like the beating wasn't enough?

Apparently not.

"And to think that I was going to offer to cut those rods jutting out of your skull, I would have done you a favor asshole."

Springtrap paused at this, was he really intending that? To talk? Or was it just a trick to get out of here alive? It seemed too good to be true, probably was. Besides; the risk wasn't worth it.

"Alright then, have it your way." Mike went for his belt and pulled out his taser, it was too risky and wasteful to shoot it at the animatronic and miss so he'd have to get up close and try to fry the thing's circuts or over power them and stall the components.

The animatronic saw the guard prepare his small weapon, it was quiet possibly the only one that could do anything to him since bullets were pointless as well as the nightstick. What a daring security guard, this fight won't last long but would be entertaining.

Mike was surprisingly the first to make a move and he dashed right at Springtrap, the man held his taser firmly in his hand and attempted to plant the sparking end somewhere on the Spring Bonnie suit, he however; did not anticipate how fast the possessed animatronic could be, especially after how slow the killer had been . Springtrap had sidestepped the gutsy guard at the last second and captured the wrist that held the shocking device, it was all too easy. Was this guy even trying? He was hoping for so much more.

White mechanical Irises caught sight of another pair down the hall, a fixed gaze watching them.

Again, Springtrap grew agitated. They always ruin everything. There was no time to enjoy toying with the guard, this matter would have to be settled later. Springtrap forcibly tore the weapon right out Mike's hand and lit it back up before bringing it right at him and the guard twitched and wailed as the high voltage bolts continously surged throughout his body, the killer machine had used his own weapon against him.

Mike tried to back away from the relentless shocking and managed to, only to have a block of metal ram right into the side of his head.

It was lights out.

The security guard smacked against the floor, his face expressionless and his body still. His hat peeled from his head and the animatronic rabbit towered in triumph. It would have been an easy kill, it would have been fun to drag out a fight from the guy. ... If only it wasn't for the prying eyes of the monstrosities at the opposite end of the hall.

His eyes moved from the weapon and the man when he heard a distinct sound.

A metallic sound resonated from down the hallway, he looked up to see Husky now peering from doorway; standing at a leaned angle with observant beady-eyes. Behind the blue dog stood the largest and tallest animatronic in the whole collection, Papa Pig; its gaze was firmly fixed on Springtrap and the unconscious guard.

Springtrap narrowed his eyes at the stupid machines, of course they came to torment him. They always did.

But not this time.

Springtrap tossed the taser aside and leaned down to grab the unconscious man by the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the depths of the dark storage room, eyes staying locked on the pair as he moved; he was just waiting for Husky to begin his usual sprint. Thankfully the dog waited until he let the guard go and grabbed the storage shutter over his head to fully enter the hallway and bolt down it. Springtrap chuckled lowly, which came out sounding more like a static-like sound; he felt haughty over the stupidity that possessed the other animatronics. But the pig again… watching him so meticulously. He wondered what it was planning.

No matter.

Springtrap yanked the heavy shutter down with a strong pull and took a step backwards to hear a loud bang and then relentless scraping noises of metal on metal, the door was a bit too thick to tear through. It took a good long minute for the machine to finally give up and amble away from the shutter, it shook the door in its effort but failed to get inside. What a waste.

Now that the sounds of footsteps left the hallway, Springtrap turned his attention to Mike on the floor; fairly still but certainly alive. Now what to do with him? That was the question. Schmidt knew his past and his deeds, he even somehow found out about the pleas of his death and even more strange; knowing about the details of ripping at the suit and trying to pull it apart. Undoubtedly anyone could guess that the suit was in a state of decay as it was obviously in poor maintenance after 30 years unattended to, but most of those holes; he made himself. He managed to rip out some wires too, though he could never manage to move the spring locks nor the pieces of the animatronic itself. How much Mike knew of anything regarding him was definitely unexpected, and so was the fact that this guy would actually cut the rods that sealed his mouth nearly shut just so that he could talk… or rather provide answers for the guard. What an interesting proposition from an interesting night watchmen.

So tempting.

Though it's not like this guy would actually help him. But still…

Springtrap lifted the shutter and scanned the hallway to see that the two animatronics were nowhere in sight; good, he hoped that they have both given up for the time being. He left the safety of the storage room and plucked the security guard's hat off of the ground; close to the taser. He fidgeted with the cap in his animatronic hands while lost in deep thought, he himself used to wear a nearly similar hat like this so many years ago. It's been a very long time.

His gaze moved from the hat to the main end of the hallway, right to the security guard's office, there was just one thing left to attend to before dealing with Mike.

It shouldn't take long.

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A/N: I hope you all liked. Although, the last fight was way too quick and detailess. I will get back and redo it when I get the time. I just have to get off of work at a decent time first. So what did you think? Please feel free to review. I have watched Markiplier play fnaf 4 and If something cannon comes up or if I play myself and finally get the truth out of the game then I may make a few subtle changes(not enough to ruin the plot) just small changes since I like writing cannon. Speaking of Markiplier, I added something that I didn't plan because of what I watched today on his fanf vids. The boy's shadow.

Thanks for reading!