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Night 13
The Show Has Just Begun
''These metal gears and parts, contain my purple heart. They had their sweet revenge and brought me to an end. Now I'm the monster here, I'll make you disappear. One last show to put on, after tonight you're gone.''
– Our Little Horror Story by Aviators
xXxXxXx
Springtrap narrowed his eyes, having pored over all of the information Sam provided him with in regards to Five Nights at Freddy's: Help Wanted, whatever was going on at Fazbear Entertainment, and most importantly, Glitchtrap. Springtrap still had a hard time comprehending that Glitchtrap was a piece of him, trapped inside a video game and capable of communicating with, if not even manipulating whoever played it. Sam even made a note of how drained she felt, but kept pushing through despite the revelations which ranged from confusing to downright disturbing and creepy. Given the state he saw her in, Springtrap fully intended to take over this case for her so she could mentally and emotionally recover.
Speaking of which, Springtrap had fully expected that, the moment he was back, Henry, the ghost children and even his own kids would be all over his case. After all, they wasted no time making him suffer for everything he put them through and he was certain they would descend upon him like a bunch of vultures over a carcass. Yet, none of that happened. He spent the night completely alone with his own thoughts. While he didn't complain about it, he had to admit that it was quite odd. Were they even aware that he had returned? Springtrap assumed that they would be alerted immediately, but now he had his doubts, thanks to something Glitchtrap had told him back when he was in the void – that his soul was broken so much that not even his tormentor could reach out for him.
If that was the case, was it possible that no one knew that was was back? Moreover, was it really possible everyone believed that him perishing in the fire meant he'd never return again? Were there really no doubts about him keeping his promise? Or was just everyone sick and tired of his shenanigans and decided to not involve themselves with him? Springtrap didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care. He wanted to focus on the now rather than the past. After all, this situation had nothing to do with the Missing Children Incident… aside from, as Sam helpfully wrote down, Glitchtrap mockingly re-enacting the whole murder.
Springtrap wanted to focus on what Glitchtrap's motives were and how he actually worked. Sure, this was clearly another ''ghost in the machine'' situation, but beyond what he had achieved with the animatronics. Glitchtrap was now literally part of a video game code, and whoever had access to it could be easily manipulated by him. Fortunately, this was his piece of soul and he was certain that Glitchtrap would try to find a way to cause more suffering and bloodshed. Springtrap then sighed as he realized something else.
Unfortunately, I have no clue how my other self would even achieve that. Help Wanted obviously plays a crucial role… and then there's the new location, the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. There is no way he wouldn't try to find his way over there. Rest assured, I will be waiting for him.
Springtrap lifted his head when he suddenly heard a commotion outside the door before the sun even rose, figuring that Sam and Emma got up. It was mid-autumn and the nights would obviously be longer, with Springtrap noting how Sam wasn't exactly and early bird and that her having to get up for school must've been a pain in the neck for her. He opened the door, peeking out, and saw Sam coming out of the bathroom and walking in her room with a tired look on her expression.
''Good morning!'' Springtrap said in a chipper tone. Sam shot him a glare, not being too happy about having to get up early, grumbling something under her breath and going into her room. Springtrap then spotted Emma exiting her room, already dressed up and watching the two interact, a smirk on her lips. Springtrap could already feel the oncoming snark. ''Is there anything you want to say, Emma?''
''I have to say, seeing Sam being still angry at you brings me satisfaction,'' Emma told him. Springtrap frowned, watching her as she went downstairs, before glancing back at Sam's room and then following her to the kitchen. Emma was already making herself coffee, while Springtrap sat down at the table. Emma turned to him, still with that smirk on her lips. ''So, what plans do you have for today, Afton?''
''I need you to drop me off at Freddy's,'' Springtrap told her.
''What do you plan on doing there?'' Emma asked, shooting him a suspicious glare. Springtrap rolled his eyes.
''I need to talk to the animatronics there in regards to some… stuff,'' Springtrap said, not sure how much information he'd even want to reveal to Emma.
''I can only assume what that 'stuff' is,'' Emma responded in a snarky tone. Springtrap groaned.
''Look, I'm not going to murder anyone…'' he started, only to be interrupted by Emma.
''I never said anything about a murder,'' she replied, calmly sipping her coffee.
''You were implying it,'' Springtrap responded in a deadpan tone, his ears drooping. Emma just smirked back.
''Do you have any way to back up that claim?'' she asked in a smug tone. Springtrap remained silent, much to her amusement. Eventually, Sam came down the stairs, still looking tired and, much to Springtrap's displeasure, did not brighten up when she saw him. It was obvious she was still pissed off at him.
''Good morning, Sam!'' Emma told her daughter, who just grabbed a bowl, chocolate cereal and milk, sitting down at the table and eating wordlessly. Emma and Springtrap exchanged glances, deciding not to say anything while Sam was still in a bad mood. The breakfast was quite silent, with Sam not saying anything until it was time to go. Emma had to admit that, while she was glad that her daughter was giving Springtrap the cold shoulder, she did feel bad about seeing her in such a sour mood. She genuinely hoped that things would eventually get better.
xXx
Springtrap watched Emma and Sam drive away towards Sam's school to drop her off there, then turned towards Freddy's, using the back entrance to enter it. It was still early in the morning, and while Freddy Fazbear's wasn't open for the public yet, there was staff inside, doing prep work for the food, cleaning the building and opening boxes and placing merchandise at the gaming area. Springtrap glanced around, searching for the Showtime Animatronics. He knew that they too were affected by the Glitchtrap virus and influenced by him, and he wanted to talk to them. He would get to the bottom of this.
Bonnie was on the stage, tuning his guitar; Foxy was at the Pirate Cove; Puppet was at the Prize Corner, helping to place the merch on the shelves above her box; Chica and Freddy were nowhere to be seen at first, but he then saw Chica walking out of the kitchen, while Freddy walked out of one of the party rooms and entered another, probably checking on whether everything was ready for a day of fun, games and party. Springtrap went after Freddy.
Freddy was looked around the party room, fixing up the decorations, only to sense another presence in the room.
''It's been a while, Freddy.''
''Springtrap?'' Freddy was shocked to see Springtrap standing at the entrance to the room, with the latter then entering the room. ''Wh-What are you doing here?! I thought you were dead!... Well, more dead than usual.''
''I always come back,'' Springtrap said, shrugging. ''I suppose even Hell can't keep me contained.''
''Okay, why are you here?'' Freddy asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
''If you mean why I'm back from Hell… it's complicated,'' Springtrap started, but Freddy shook his head.
''I meant, what are you doing here in the restaurant?'' he asked.
''Sam got me up to speed with recent events, and I had figured I should talk to you since you were also affected,'' Springtrap replied. Freddy gave him a suspicious look.
''Honestly, I don't really know what to tell you, aside from the fact that we've been affected by a virus that resembles you,'' Freddy said. He noticed the sudden look of guilt on Springtrap's expression, which made him rise his eyebrow. ''What's wrong?''
''I may have some information about what's going on,'' Springtrap admitted. Freddy gave him a questioning look, only for both of them to suddenly hear one of the employees call out for Freddy.
''We will talk about it later,'' Freddy told him, shaking his head as he walked away, then shot Springtrap a glare. ''Do not cause any trouble.''
''I wouldn't even dream of it,'' Springtrap muttered in a deadpan tone. Freddy just frowned, leaving. He was aware, from his previous experience, that Springtrap had changed to an extent, but he still didn't trust him. Not to mention, he had to wonder how Springtrap had even gotten inside the restaurant without being noticed. It was clear that he was quite good at sneaking around, and that was something that worried Freddy, as regardless of whether Springtrap was now a changed man or not, he wanted to keep an eye on him. It also didn't help that he knew that he and his friends would be too busy with their own duties to make sure Springtrap wasn't up to something.
He did take note of the fact that Springtrap had talked to Sam, wondering what exactly she told him, and moreover, what her reaction was. He remembered how exhausted and drained she was in the past months, and he was certain that her response wasn't particularly positive. However, fortunately, Sam was working tonight, so he would at least get a proper explanation.
xXx
Matt had to admit that it was rather strange seeing Sam like this. Usually, she was in either a bad mood, was mentally and emotionally completely absent, was quite stressed, or was razor focused on something, which Matt now knew was whatever was going on at Freddy's. However, today she was grinning like an idiot, looking like she entered complete zen mode. She appeared to be completely at peace, having this look of satisfaction that made Matt a little bit uncomfortable. He didn't feel like this was something normal.
''Hey, Sam, how are you doing?'' he asked her as they walked to their classroom.
''Fine,'' Sam answered in a chipper tone, stretching her arms. ''As a matter of fact, I feel like a huge burden was taken off my shoulders.''
''Really? What happened?'' Matt asked. Sam's eyes then narrowed as she gazed ahead.
''Let's just say that someone else is going to take over what I've been investigating,'' Sam had told him, feeling as if she was in a haze.
''Who took over your investigation?'' Matt asked curiously. Sam stopped walking, as if frozen for a moment, her gaze lowering.
''I… I don't want to talk about it,'' she responded. ''Things have been taken care off, and that's it.''
''Are you sure?'' Matt asked, well aware that he was missing some context here, but tried to follow the red thread as much as possible. ''Is this about Glitchtrap and Help Wanted?''
''Yeah…'' Sam responded. ''Let's just say that I had found out what, or rather, who Glitchtrap really is… but the reveal comes packaged with a huge headache.''
''Got it,'' Matt said, nodding in acknowledgement. Sam rose an eyebrow.
''Are you not going to pry for more information?'' she asked. Matt shrugged.
''From what I've seen, you're currently trying to process a lot, so I'm not going to push for more until you're ready,'' Matt responded.
''I see,'' Sam muttered. ''Thanks.''
Matt smiled in response, with Sam continuing to walk. Once she turned her back to him, Matt frowned, getting that familiar chill once again. While he didn't have all of the information he needed, he knew well that Sam would probably tell him what was going on at some point. He was also suspicious of that dark shape that was surrounding her.
xXx
Springtrap was leaned against the entrance to the backroom, observing the ongoing party and games at Freddy's. Things were the same as usual, with Springtrap feeling that nothing has changed since he had left. He then shook his head at that thought, noting how even in a world where he held an important role, it would still continue without him. He knew that Fazbear Entertainment had huge plans for the future, and those plans included the new Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, built on the remains of the robot factory that produced the animatronics for the Wolfrun Corporation.
Clearly, someone is a fan of irony.
He glanced at the animatronics, having observed their behavior of the Showtime Animatronics to see whether any of Glitchtrap's influence would be shown, but so far, all he saw was what would be normal behavior for entertainer animatronics. So far, they showed no aggressive behavior towards the employees, children or parents, but Springtrap's assumption here was that it was curbed due to them being around other people. After all, it wouldn't be smart to draw unnecessary attention to them. This made him think.
Initially, when they investigated the origins of the Showtime Animatronics, they had learned that the previous technicians who had been hired would refuse to do their job because of the aggressive behavior the Showtimes would show. While the Showtimes themselves didn't know much about what they had done to the technicians, Springtrap assumed that what happened ranged between scaring them off and actually injuring them. Fazbear Entertainment, of course, would attempt to cover up all of those incidents. Then, Sam came along, and any aggressiveness they had shown was pretty much gone, and Springtrap now understood why.
The Showtime Animatronics were infected with the Glitchtrap virus, and given how self-aware it was, it was clear that Glichtrap wanted Sam to stay. For what reason, Springtrap had no clue, but he was sure that it had to do with him. If he hadn't become so close with Sam, he doubted that any of this would happen. So, the main question remained – what was Glitchtrap planning?
There is also the fact that there is this video game, Help Wanted, and the fact that one of the people who worked on it had no problem sending it to Sam. Obviously, she'll be involved in this, but is it possible that there are more people who know about Glitchtrap's existence?
''Someone looks quite troubled.''
Springtrap looked up, surprised to see that Chica had approached him. She was carrying a stack of empty plates, clearly intending to bring them to the kitchen.
''You would also be troubled if you knew what I knew,'' Springtrap responded. Chica placed a hand on her hip, easily balancing the other plates in one hand.
''I'm feeling troubled because you're here,'' she responded, and when she saw Springtrap's lack of response besides a simple shrug, she added, ''Freddy had told us that you have some news for us.''
''I had been hoping to talk to him in privacy, but that obviously won't work now,'' Springtrap said, having seen Freddy dragged to entertain a bunch of kids at a birthday party.
''Well, you will have to wait for after hours. Trust me, we're all curious what you have to tell us,'' Chica responded. ''Sam is also working tonight, so it will be just like the old days.''
''I have a feeling that it won't be quite the same,'' Springtrap replied. Chica gave him a curious look.
''How so?'' she asked.
''For starters, there aren't any spirits that want drag me back to Hell,'' Springtrap said. Chica snorted.
''Give it time, it might happen again,'' she said, pausing for a moment. ''Are you going to stand here the whole day?''
''I've been observing you guys to see whether there would be any sign of glitches that would result in aggressive behavior,'' Springtrap explained. Chica's eyes grew wide, and then narrowed as she frowned.
''We won't get aggressive around children!'' she replied in a snappy tone, placing both hands under the stack of plates.
''I'm not accusing you of anything, but I have a feeling that that virus inside your system will take control of you,'' Springtrap responded. Chica shot him a glare, but then lowered her head.
''I hate it,'' she muttered. ''I hate the fact that there is something inside me I cannot control, and one wrong move will result in someone getting hurt. We weren't programmed to be violent, or even murderous, yet…''
''I understand,'' Springtrap said, leading to Chica giving him a strange look, falling silent for a moment, only to once again glare at him.
''How could you understand anything?'' she asked him in a quiet, but angry tone. ''Haven't you also programmed other animatronics to kidnap and murder innocent people? Those were the Circus Animatronics, right?'' Springtrap nodded silently, not denying the truth. ''If they had any sense of awareness beyond their programming, I'm sure they were beyond horrified to be used as tools in a murder.''
''How much do you know about the experiences of the previous animatronics?'' Springtrap asked, with Chica feeling annoyed that he had shown little to no emotional reaction in response to her accusations.
''I know enough,'' she growled. ''I also feel sorry for them, for being involved in this tragedy, and I feel disgust for what you have done, while you have absolutely no regret.''
''If I was showing regret now, would that fix anything I had done in the past?'' Springtrap asked. Chica blinked in surprise, only to frown.
''It would show that you have some humanity left in you, but I suppose even that is too much for you,'' Chica hissed, turning on her heel and about to walk away, only to stop when she heard Springtrap talk again.
''If I had no humanity left inside me, this place would've been closed months ago due to another Missing Children Incident,'' he said. Chica turned back to him, feeling chills flowing through her endoskeleton as she noted the implied threat in his tone. ''Do not underestimate me.''
''I won't, and neither will my friends,'' Chica responded, walking back to the kitchen.
Springtrap stared at her until she vanished from his sight, well aware that this conversation wasn't going to earn him anyone's trust, especially not from the Showtime Animatronics. He also wasn't looking forward to telling them about the truth about the virus that had infected them, but letting them know what was happening to them was the right thing to do. It was possible that they could actually fight back if they knew what was going on with them, but there was a big question mark in regards to that. He had a feeling that Glitchtrap was way more powerful than what he had shown.
This has gotten out of hands. Springtrap had never planned to take things this far. He had started out as a murderer who had discovered that there was a way to bind the soul to an animatronic body, eventually taking on an identity of his own. Things were supposed to end right here, with him being revived as an undead corpse stuck inside an animatronic suit. What happened afterwards was not supposed to happen.
He did not know that Fazbear Entertainment would be able to find his old body and scan the circuit board into this video game, creating an entity that claimed to be him, but took over his role as the ''villain'' of this story. It was almost laughable, like some kind of parody. Still, Springtrap was aware that, so far, nothing had happened. Well, unless one believed Tape Girl's messages, where Tape Girl's colleague, Jeremy, who seemed to have sliced off his own face, replacing it with a mask. He might as well be dead by now.
It's a waiting game at this point.
xXx
''I thought your animatronic buddy was irreparable,'' Anthelm said, rising an eyebrow. It was late in the evening, closing time in fact, and during the day, she had spotted a familiar bunny animatronic roaming around her restaurant, surprising her mainly because Sam had told her that he was in an accident and that he couldn't be repaired.
''Yeah, that's what I had also thought. It took me several months to get him back into a working condition,'' Sam replied, smiling sheepishly as she rubbed the back of her head. It was a blatant lie, but she couldn't exactly tell her boss that Springtrap was at this point less of a robot and more of a supernatural being. ''I was wondering, would it be okay if he stayed here during the day while I'm at school?''
Anthelm hummed, staring at Springtrap curiously, who gave her a nervous look. He and Sam were trying to negotiate with Anthelm to allow him to stay at Freddy's during the day, still pretending that he was an animatronic Sam herself built. Fortunately for them, Anthelm believed that excuse, even looking impressed that Sam had managed to ''repair'' him after he got into an ''unfortunate accident''. Springtrap assumed that Sam told Anthelm that he was irreparable because she didn't expect him to return at all, and he was amazed how quickly she came up with another lie to cover up the real reason why he returned.
''I suppose I could let him stay,'' Anthelm started, tilting her head as she folded her arms across her chest. ''You do fit the aesthetic of a Showtime Animatronic.'' She glanced at Sam. ''I suppose you got inspired, didn't you.''
''Y-Yeah,'' Sam replied. Anthelm then turned back to Springtrap.
''Although it would be weird to have two bunny animatronics,'' she said, nodding towards Bonnie.
''I promise I won't get in their way,'' Springtrap said, only to spot a curious look on Anthelm's expression.
''Of course you won't,'' Anthelm replied casually. ''I suppose we could find a role for you here. Perhaps, something in the sense of a surprise character.''
Springtrap and Sam exchanged glances, looking rather uncertain about this idea, with Sam then replying, ''I guess we'll figure something out.''
Anthelm nodded, waving at them as she left. ''Right. I hope you won't take too long checking on the animatronics. Please, lock the building once you're done.''
''Sure,'' Sam replied, relieved as she saw Anthelm leave. Once she was completely alone inside the restaurant, accompanied only by the animatronics, she sighed in relief. She then turned to the Showtime Animatronics, who all gave her a questioning look. ''I suppose you don't believe anything I had just told Anthelm.''
''No, we don't,'' Freddy told her in a matter-of-fact tone, arms folded across his chest.
''Well, aside from the fact that Springtrap wants to stay here during the day,'' Bonnie said, supporting one arm with his other hand. ''That is the only believable thing.''
''Aye,'' Foxy added. ''Lassie, what's going on?''
''Don't worry, we'll explain everything,'' Sam replied, walking over to one of the rooms in the back to get her tools. ''However, I need to fix Bonnie arm first.''
Freddy, Chica, Foxy, Puppet and Springtrap looked at Bonnie, who just smiled back sheepishly. ''Well, I suppose those kids got a bit too rowdy…''
''Too rowdy? They treated you like a jungle gym,'' Puppet pointed out.
''Not to mention, it would be one thing if they were toddlers, but those kids were elementary school age,'' Chica said in an annoyed tone, placing her hands on her hips. ''They should know better.''
''To me, they looked like those type of kids who'd throw their video game controler at a TV screen because they got a Game Over,'' Springtrap commented. Bonnie sat down at a table, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, with Sam arriving and opening the tool box and getting to work.
''This is going to take a bit,'' Sam said as she noted the broken wrist. Freddy turned to Springtrap, giving him an anticipating look.
''Okay, I think you can now tell us what the deal is with Glitchtrap and why you're here,'' he said. ''Sam had told us that our circuit boards have data from the Help Wanted video game, which in turn is based on the data gathered from the previous animatronics. Glitchtrap, however, is an anomaly – one who is capable of controlling us – and we want to know why.''
''That… That's because Glitchtrap is a piece of my own soul,'' Springtrap admitted.
''What?!''
The Showtime Animatronics looked furious, while Sam just rolled her eyes as she continued repairing Bonnie's broken wrist joints. Springtrap noted how Freddy was just glaring at him, but didn't look too surprised about the revelation.
''What have you done?'' Freddy asked coldly. Springtrap exhaled sharply.
''I haven't done a damn thing,'' he said in an irked tone. ''From what I know, my soul literally broke apart because of the torment I went through in Hell, and it manifested into an entity that is independent from myself. I have nothing to do with Glitchtrap. As for why I'm back…'' Springtrap trailed off, falling silent for a moment as he sneaked a glance towards Sam. ''Well, I wanted to apologize to Sam. Just that.''
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and Puppet stared at Springtrap, clearly doubting that this was the reason why he had returned, and glanced at Sam, who just frowned, focusing on fixing Bonnie's wrist. Clearly, she was still angry at Springtrap, refusing to defend him. Freddy sighed.
''Okay, if you're telling the truth, then do you know what Glitchtrap wants from us?'' he asked Springtrap.
''If Glitchtrap is really the same as I used to be, then he'd want more bloodshed and he would use you for that,'' Springtrap said, with the Showtime Animatronics groaning in response, being completely done with everything. ''However, I don't know for sure, as I'm only talking about what I'd do in this situation. There is no way of knowing whether I'm correct about my assumptions.''
''I had been hoping that for once, we wouldn't have to deal with any of this mess,'' Puppet said in frustration.
''That is something I also agree with,'' Springtrap said, earning a glare from everyone. He quickly shut up.
''Hey, lassie, do you have anythin' to say about this?'' Foxy asked Sam, who at first was silent, then sighed.
''Okay, to confirm things, yes, Springtrap is telling the truth,'' Sam said in a matter-of-fact tone. ''Furthermore, I don't know completely what Glitchtrap wants, but so far, he seems to be laying low. It also seems that Glitchtrap is interested in me in some way.'' She ignored the questioning looks everyone gave her. ''At least, that's the feeling I got when playing Help Wanted. Of course, he could've been just messing with me.''
''Then, what are we supposed to do?'' Chica asked. ''I mean, we cannot let any people get hurt again.''
''Unfortunately, that is unavoidable,'' Sam replied, earning several looks of surprise from the animatronics. ''Whether you want to blame Springtrap for this or not, there is one key player you shouldn't forget – Fazbear Entertainment. Glitchtrap may be a piece of Springtrap, but Fazbear Entertainment is the one responsible for his creation, or rather, his existence outside the afterlife. Fazbear Entertainment also doesn't care about the lives of their workers, as long as it doesn't harm their image, and they will cover up any murder that happens.''
''…yeah, you're right about that,'' Freddy agreed. Sam nodded, continuing.
''There is also that new place, the Freddy Fazbbear Mega Pizzaplex, and you can bet a certain someone will take advantage of it,'' she said, with the animatronic once again glaring at Springtrap, who wondered what the hell did he do this time. Sam rolled her eyes. ''No, I don't mean him.''
''Yeah, we know,'' Bonnie told her sheepishly. ''So, do you have any plan?''
''I do want to go to the Pizzaplex once it opens, just to check on the place and the animatronics,'' Sam replied. ''There is also another person I'd like to talk to, someone named Vanessa, who was the one who sent me the Help Wanted version that was affected by Glitchtrap. However, my current top priority would be to go back to Help Wanted and confront Glitchtrap once again.''
''Why would you do that? Isn't it dangerous now that you know who he is?'' Chica asked.
''Yeah, but… Vanessa sent me a Halloween DLC update, and I want to check it out to see what it is about,'' Sam told them. ''Glitchtrap is already messing with my head, and this leaves me with only two options – either I continue the investigation as it is, or I don't and make the next step without any new information. In a situation like this, it's clear what option I'm going to choose.''
''Then, please, stay safe,'' Chica said. Freddy glanced at Sam, giving her a look of concern.
''This differs greatly from your previous experience, doesn't it?'' he said. ''Before, you at least had a face. You knew whom to blame. However, this situation is a lot more complicated.''
''Yeah,'' she said, glancing at Springtrap. ''At least Springtrap can keep an eye on me in case something happens. I will be in my room, in the safety of my home, and the only dangerous thing I can think of that might happen to me is some kind of psychological manipulation or hallucinations. However, if I do black out and do something, Springtrap can stop me.''
''I'm still not sure why you're trusting him,'' Puppet said, glaring at Springtrap. Sam sighed.
''It's not like I have much of a choice…'' she trailed off, sounding as if she was about to say something else, but kept quiet. Springtrap took note of that, but didn't comment on it. If Sam was going to open up to him, she would be doing it at her own pace. ''In any case, I don't really have much of an headache as I used to have.''
''You're not alone in this,'' Springtrap commented, with Sam turning to him, pouting.
''Yeah, I know,'' she said in a matter-of-fact tone. Springtrap's ears drooped as he felt a sting of guilt, while the Showtime Animatronics just exchanged glances.
It was obvious that Sam wouldn't be as forgiving, even if she was willing to work with Springtrap.