A/N: Hey there! Sorry for that long absence, but I was busy. I had a lot of exams. ^^ I hope you don't mind! Here's the new chapter, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 6

When Springtrap woke up, he heard some noise coming from the opposite end of whatever building he was in. He was tied up to a chair and there was something covering his mouth and he had no idea where he was. What a good start… Well, calm down a bit. Try to think properly. Inhale deeply and then exhale. You can do it, he told himself while trying to recognize the place but it was way too dark in there.

He wondered if anyone was looking after him at all. Goldie and Freddy didn't seem to well before he was picked up by whoever took him away from Freddy's (even if he had a great idea about who brought him here), and then Golden Freddy attacked him when he was already in such a bad state. He fell unconscious, that was the last thing he remembered. That golden wall bumping into him and his neck spitting blood all over the place, even on the walls. But he was alive, for some goddamn reason. He should have died but hey, he couldn't blame Golden Freddy for not killing him.

"Is someone there? Hello?" He asked in a low voice, trying to get away from the chair but he wasn't able to do it. He sighed and lowered his ears, noticing something on the ground; it was a syringe. That same syringe which Vincent used to torture him during all those years. Maybe he was back there, after all. In that same building, all dusty and destroyed, abandoned.

Springtrap had no way to escape this hell. He tried it many times, until he finally succeed and ran to Freddy's. But then, the manager rejected him because he looked awful and locked him in the Safe Room. Vincent came there sometimes, promising that he would finish what he'd began; that kind of threats. Springtrap didn't care; he was too busy minding his own business, which was get out of that decaying room. He knew Freddy and his friends would be able to help him out with his situation.

"You're awake." A dark figure said from the shadows, and then he came, walking toward him with that same sick smile on his lips. "I missed you, you know. Watching you sleeping isn't that amusing."

"Where are we? What do you want? Why am I tied up to a chair?" Springtrap asked very quickly, trying to break free but it didn't seem possible. Maybe those chains were stronger than the ones he had all those years. After all, Vincent didn't want him to escape again, did he?

Vincent's smile grew when he saw the broken expression on his experiment's face. "I guess you don't remember. Your old chair, you know? The one you were crying in?"

Springtrap gulped. He remembered that. He remembered everything.

Flashback:

Springtrap was painting in his chair, his good old chair, and trying to calm down. There was some green weird fluid inside his systems but he needed to keep calm and breathe normally. He felt like his body was burning from the inside, and his head was killing him. His vision was blurred by the tears running down his cheeks and his teeth were gritted. His legs were shaking because of the pain and his fists, clenched as hell, were bleeding, his bones probably bruised because of the strength. He did not know if he could survive this, because many of the fluids were life threatening, but he hoped he wouldn't die yet. He knew how to get away from this hell which he called his home so many years. He could go away, he just needed to hold on.

That was why Vincent was torturing him. Springtrap was about to get out when Vincent arrived, so when he saw him he brought him back to his chair and began his little experiments again, using, as the man said "more dangerous fluids so you won't be able to walk again, probably."

Springtrap didn't remember any of the fluids' names. He was just suffering too much to think about something else. But there was one thing he did remember, like always:

Goldie. His smile, his way to talk, his purple hat and bowtie, the stupid nickname Spring gave him when he was still back there "Goldie", his face when he was bored, annoyed or even happy, everything about him. There was one thing he did remember the most: the kiss. Goldie kissed him one day, on the cheek but pretty close to his mouth, and Springtrap was blushing as hell. He remembered that; he felt so ashamed. He did not talk to Fredbear anymore that day, because each time he was blushing and his heart was beating faster.

Maybe he loved Fredbear after all. He was his only friend. Well, him and the four originals. Freddy was one of his best friends when he was at Fredbear's Diner. Chica was fine even though she was always with him (she loved him, she couldn't help it), and finally Bonnie and Foxy were friends to him, but not that much.

Springtrap shook his head when he heard Vincent's voice, attempting to catch what the Purple Guy was saying but he just couldn't concentrate. He moaned in pain and watched closely Vincent while this one was bringing the syringe to the table, pouring some orange fluid inside it and coming back. Springtrap shook his head negatively, nearly begging the man to stop, but this one smiled even more. "It won't hurt as much as the green one." Was the only thing he said before administrating it to his victim.

Springtrap sobbed and cried out when the orange fluid was taking action inside his body.

End of Flashback

"What are you waiting for? I told you to drink this." A feminine voice said right in front of him, but it wasn't sweet at all. It was very mean and felt aggressive. Springtrap raised his head and watched Puppet, this one handing him the glass of whatever-it-was-inside-it. The golden-green bunny closed his eyes, trying to keep calm again, like always. He drank the liquid. He did not feel any pain, strangely. It was as if it was soothing him.

Maybe it was sweet poison though and it was slowly killing him. But that would hurt him, wouldn't it? This whole situation was strange.

"What is it…? What did you do to me…?" Springtrap inquired, sitting correctly on the chair and looking at the Marionette, who was walking away.

She put the glass on the table and turned to him, her expression hardening. "I have no clue, but Vincent said you needed it."

"Oh… Thanks then…" The golden bunny said in return, smiling shyly.

Marionette wasn't smiling. She seemed pretty upset to tell the truth. Soon, she sat on the edge of the table and sighed, lost in her mind. Springtrap did not say anything about it; he remained silent and waiting. Surprisingly enough, she talked to him in a very nice voice tone after a while. "What am I doing…? Do you think I'm doing the right thing…? Like… I'm fine with torturing you and all, it doesn't matter, but… My friends… No. They're not my friends. SCREW THEM!" She suddenly cried out, turning away from him and crossing her arms against her chest.

Then she turned back to him, who was staring at her without blinking or even moving a single finger. He felt quite bad for her. She was completely lost. She thought she had no friends, but the fact that she was helping Vincent didn't help. All of her friends were scared of her. She was losing everyone's faith. But Springtrap did not care too much; she didn't like him and neither did he. How could they like each other? They were so different.

"They're not my friends, and neither are you! I hate you all!" Marionette shouted at him, approaching him in a fast way and slapping him in the face. He did not move. She stared at him and her expression broke, and he could see Sadness shining in her eyes. "… Am I right…?"

Springtrap did not know if he had to answer or not; he wasn't her confident or anything like this. He had no right of telling her what to do or not to do. He was just… there at the same time as she was. He didn't know her that much, and he didn't want to. "TELL ME! I need your answer, SpringTRAP! Tell me WHAT I'm doing WRONG!" She shouted again, tears running down her cheeks as she was now watching closely the golden-green rabbit.

He did not say anything. He was just glancing at her blankly. When she was about to scream again, he spoke. "You should take your own decision… Kill me and you'll lose them… Kill him and you'll keep us."

"Us?" Puppet asked, wondering what he meant.

"Of course… If you kill him, I will be more than grateful and… I'll do everything you want…" Springtrap explained, closing his eyes when he felt a burning feeling in his stomach. He needed to hold on, just a bit more. If Marionette accepted his offer, then it wouldn't be long before he could get revenge on Purple Man.

Marionette seemed to wonder about what he said; she wasn't sure what to do. She liked Vincent but he was a bit too strict and he wanted to have everything under his control. Marionette didn't like this, plus he was hurting his friends (not including Springtrap, that guy was nothing). And, at the same time, she could ask whatever she wanted to Springtrap after this… Maybe she could ask him to kill himself? He said he would do anything, didn't he? "Fine, I'll kill Purple Man for you, but… After that, I want you to kill yourself, and never let Goldie suspect a thing because he would be mad at me."

"How is it even possible? Puppet, please…" Springtrap smiled, giggling mockingly. "I'm not that stupid, I won't commit suicide for you…"

"And why so? You said you would do everything."

"Yes, but you would regret it." The golden-green animatronic replied, rolling his eyes and looking away.

Puppet seemed shocked by that answer but started to think about it. That was awfully true. Being responsible for someone's death was the worst thing Puppet could think of. Even if the victim was that dumb and annoying Springtrap, she would feel guilty and would probably be depressed. If she didn't even kill herself afterwards.

Suddenly, cutting them off, an evil laughter came from the shadows. It was Vincent. Springtrap gritted his teeth and tried to get away from the chair, because he knew exactly what was coming. Vincent surely heard everything, and he was intending to make them pay.

Marionette didn't know Vincent enough to tell if he heard everything or not. She decided not to move, to remain in front of Springtrap in case he would attack one of them. They would be stronger together rather than on their own.

"Well, well, well… Plotting behind my back, Spring? I expected better than that!" Vincent said, making his way toward the two animatronics and pushing Marionette away from the golden-green bunny, who was seriously starting to sob. He knew what was coming and he hated it.

"N-No… P-Please, Vincent… D-Don't d-d-do it…" He begged the man but it only made it worse.

Vincent's smile was growing sicker and sicker. This time, Springtrap wouldn't get away with this. It was enough. The only way to stop him now seemed obvious. Killing him was the only way to prevent their little plot to happen. And he wouldn't even regret it. "My Spring Bunny… What have you brought to yourself? You're going to die now, it's time."

"NO! PLEASE! I BEG YOU!" Springtrap shouted when he saw the knife in Vincent's hands, and Marionette gasped in horror. What do I do, what do I do?, she wondered, trying to find something that could be useful in this situation all around the place. There didn't seem to be anything.

Vincent brushed Springtrap's fur and smiled even more. "So beautiful, that green on you… But I like red more…"

"Don't… please… I'll do anything…" The golden bunny whispered, lowering his head and shutting his eyes.

"You also said that to Puppet… And you did not agree with what she asked you… I won't be fooled…" Vincent replied, approaching the knife and looking at it in a very satisfied way. "I'm sorry, my dear… Say goodbye to your friend behind me…" Vincent said joyfully before stabbing the bunny in the belly.

Springtrap shouted in pain and some tears ran down his cheeks. The golden-green fur was slowly becoming red.

To be continued…