Peyton's P.O.V.
It was like a dream. I stood in that office, numb to the world, for at least 30 minutes. The bell that announced 6 am had chimed quite a while ago. I slowly walked towards the door and shut it gently behind me. The snow was falling harder now, and the air felt like needles in my lungs.
I had no idea how to respond to the end of my life. That was what faced me; impending doom. This was only the first night of my last five days. There was no way I could see the end of this, I signed a contract. Even though this job seemed like a dead end, I had no money and no one would hire me if I was a quitter. Poverty had bled my life dry of any and all opportunity, if Springtrap didn't kill me within the week, then the lack of income would over time.
My mother died giving birth to me, and my father never recovered. I wasn't enough to bandage the wound, and I wasn't worth keeping. He sent me to live with his mother, who died when I was 15. She left me the house in her will, as an act of love, and it's all of I have. I went from job to job, dropping out of school just to live. I battled a drug addiction formed out of depression, and after being fired so many times… Here I am.
I took in a jagged breath and blinked hard a few times.
No. No. NO.
I will not allow you to snuff out my fire just because you believe you're above man. You were MADE by man, and you will be BEATEN by one. I focused my eyes and unlocked my door. I didn't even register the drive home, yet I was glad to be there. I released a sigh, put down my car keys and rubbed the bridge of my nose.
I needed a shower.
I peeled off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt as tired as I looked. I felt old. A lot older than the 20 years that I actually had under my belt.
Stepping into the shower, I moaned at the safe heat warming my blood and giving me security. A juxtaposition from Springtrap's cold metal grip. His large hand gripping my face and that hideous smug grin on his face. Everything about him taunted me.
I shook my head free from the thoughts that were raging like a nest of hornets in my head. I got out of the shower and changed into new clothes and made my way to bed.
Sleep came over me suddenly, not gently like it usually would. My body felt like I had been fighting for my life and reacted accordingly.
It was dark. Pitch black and I had no idea where I was. My hands searched needily for sensory input. It was a concrete floor, wet and cold. I stood up and began walking through the damp room, looking for a wall to find my bearings. After a few steps, I finally made contact with one and hugged my body close. I shivered in the cold air of the room, the only sound was my feet slapping against the floor. Where was I?
I eventually ran into a metal shelf. I frantically patted down the shelves, looking for something - ANYTHING. I found something thin and metallic, pulling it closer to me. I felt down its petite body and felt the head of it. The face felt like… glass? On its body, I found a rubber button and pushing it illuminated a column of the room. It was a flashlight.
My heart raced at the thought of seeing what was in the dark with me. I spun in a circle, my eyes hungrily taking in everything. I felt something watching me, and anxiety flooded my veins. I searched the room again and again, and I couldn't find anything. The room I was in honestly looked like a hardware store. Metal components were stored in boxes and there were tools laying everywhere. There was an old, dusty mirror in the corner, but I ignored it.
Swallowing my fear of something in the room with me, I stepped towards the door. I walked into a narrow hallway, and it looked familiar. I had been here once before. I continued to walk, and that's where I saw Springtrap. Waiting for me.
I backed away, the room rapidly losing light. He felt into darkness, and I prayed he didn't see me. I ran back into the closet I came from, and curled into a ball. I turned off the flashlight and tried to control my breathing. I felt blood pouring into my ears, my body desperate to giving my hearing a boost. There was nothing but grave silence.
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Clank.
Clank.
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Oh god, no. Please.
Clank.
Clank.
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Did he see me?! How?!
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Clank.
Clank.
Go away. Go away. Springtrap, please…
"Please what, little dove?"
The door opened and there he stood in front of me. I shook my head, trying to hold back a sob, crawling away into the darkness. As I shuffled into the darkness, Springtrap brought his foot down on the back of my ankle, crushing it completely. I screamed into mind numbing agony, my voice hoarse and raw. It was like my nerves had been lit afire and I was consumed by the heat. I had forgotten every sensation I ever had than this pain. Tears streaming, I turned and looked at Springtrap. His head was tilted to the side, but his eyes were closed and it looked like he was inhaling -sniffing. When he opened his eyes, they looked disappointed. He sighed, resting more of his weight on my shattered joint.
"That was good, little dove, you know I'm proud of you and think you did a great job. But we need more. Do you think you could do that for me? I'm patient, we have all night to get it right, and it's your first time. I know you're nervous."
Springtrap leaned down and dragged me closer to him by my injured ankle. I heard my bones grind into dust under his iron grip, and a silent scream escaped me. His silver eyes illuminated his face slightly and I saw the outline of his ears and that ghoulish smile.
"Let's see if bloodshed can help you get this right, love." His jaw clicked again slightly, and his hand snaked down my side to find my own hand. I panicked and wrestled it from him. He chuckled and allowed me to defend himself.
"You're so cute~" he hummed. I let more tears escape me, and used my hands to cover my face. For a couple moments, I felt nothing. He wasn't touching me, just hovering above me. I closed my eyes and continued to protect my face.
Then, Springtrap roughly grabbed my hand and growled. I gasped in surprised and began again to try and wrestle it away, only this time Springtrap wasn't toying with me. He took my index finger and bent it backward, hard. I continued to fight, but he was breaking my finger. Soon, the bones in my finger gave away and even more pain flooded me. I screamed once more, my voice echoing off the halls. I looked to him, panicked and yelled, "Okay! ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU WANTED?! I'M IN AGONY, JUST LIKE YOU WANTED! SPRINGTRAP STOP!"
But he didn't, he just stared at me with those merciless eyes as he continued to bend my finger. I cried and thrashed, feeling the muscles in my finger ripping to shreds. I gave one last time attempt break free, but Springtrap grounded me and I had no escape. Eventually, he ripped my finger off roughly, and another blinding wave of pain hit me. Blood poured out like a faucet and I was fading in and out of consciousness. Springtrap hummed and rolled his eyes back again, inhaling once more. He shuddered and looked back at me. He caressed my face gently and nuzzled into me.
"That was perfect, little dove."