The eyes peered at Scott curiously, the fingers retreating into the thick darkness that seemed to be in front of him. Scott thought that if he were to die, he'd rather have food poisoning than die by whatever this shadow thing was. Scott's thighs closed tightly and he raised them as high as he could, which wasn't much but still something. His shoulders were tense and his hands were shaking slightly. Sweating a little.
"I go by many names...Salvage...Thing...Trap..." The eyes replied and Scott's eyes darted to where he assumed the door was, he didn't want to look at this thing that was talking to him, answering his question. "Springtrap is another name they gave me...though I can't remember my real name." It continued softly, quietly. In a hushed tone that made Scott look back at it again.
"A-are you...g-going to...k-kill me?" He asked, his voice shaky and low, afraid of the answer he'd receive from this monster that held him captive. The darkness was bliss at this moment as something brushed up against his hand. He didn't want to know what it was because it might have been a head for all he knew...
One of his dead friends...
Or a stranger that caused all that blood.
But it didn't feel like flesh or bone. And he knew what both felt like. It felt like cloth and it was cold, chilling. And it was slightly rounded like...he jerked his hand away when he heard a sigh. "Does that answer your question?" It asked...though it was a boy after that. "Y...yes..." He replied quietly, fearfully. Since it had those parts, he wondered if he was...no, it was better not to think about that. "W-why am I here?" He asked, quietly, voice small and vulnerable, like a child in the darkness lost in the woods.
To be continued...