March 4, 2015
Hudson was in his office once again.
He knew that "The Springtrap" was by the entrance so he came in through the exit. He was a minorly horrified, but knowing it was on the other side of the building was… comforting to-say-the-least. He glanced at the cameras, flicking through them when he almost screamed.
The puppet was by springtrap, and appeared to be messing with it in some way. Phil would kill him if that robot got damaged…
He grabbed his flashlight.
—-
Wow.
This is difficult.
This was what was going through Charlie's (or the puppets) head as she stared at what was left of Michael.
She had always been saddened by the fact the children had mistaken him for Him.
…would he hate her? He'd be mad, right?
…she couldn't do this.
She would just turn him on, then leave, she decided.
Charlie couldn't stand talking to him.
—-
Hudson walked through the halls quickly, stubbornly ignoring the rising pain in his leg.
Panicking right now would not help at all.
He was coming up to the entrance now.
—-
He woke up slowly.
What had happened? He looked around. It seemed he was back at Freddy's.
…
What the hell was Freddys? And why did he think he was in Freddys? He blinked a couple times as he tried to think, confused at the 'click' noise it makes. He should probably get out of here (wherever 'here' is).
He took a step, and looked down surprised at how strange it felt, and sounded. Then he almost screamed. He didn't recognize his own body. He held up his hands and examined them. He was almost freaking out, but trying to stay calm. He never looked like this, did he? He tried to think about his body, but it was lost to him. He could think about his driver's license or something, that had his face on it. He just had to start with his name, which was…
…um
…
…ok, now he was freaking out.
He hurriedly walked down the hallway he was in, desperate to find… well, something besides walls. But right before he made it to the doorway to the rest of the place, a man walked through.
—-
Hudson was hurrying up now, very determined to 'save' springtrap from the 'evil' puppet. If that was even what it was doing.
He spotted the doorway to the hallway leading to springtrap. He walked through hurriedly.
And Springtrap was standing right by the doorway, far away from where he was originally set, and was looking directly at him.
He stared, speechless. His leg seared with pain. He was terrified, he couldn't breathe. He vaguely saw Springtraps eyes widen as his legs gave out from under him as he blacked out.
—-
Oh.
He fainted.
Was he that scary? Although he supposed if his face looked like what he could see of his body then yes, he probably was. He stared at the man, confused. He was wearing a guard uniform, so he was likely the Nightwatchman. He knelt and examined the nametag. 'Hudson'
He grabbed Hudson, and lifted him over his shoulder. They would get out of here together, he thought as he set off through the building, set on finding the security office.
Although he didn't know why.
—-
He arrived at the office.
He was confused by a couple things. Why was the building pretty much a straight line? What's with the massive window in front of the office? Why were there pieces of animatronic suits being displayed like Jack-o-Lanterns? And why's there so much green?
He (as gently as possible) set the man down in the office chair. He looked around the office, and noticed a mirror, which showed him his face.
…Yeah, he could see why 'Hudson' had fainted. He was horrifying, he appeared to be a rabbit, although he was missing half his right ear. He stared at it for a moment, before he started to explore the room once more.
His eyes landed on a poster and he examined it. It read 'Beware the Springtrap!' and had himself on it. Was that his name?
Springtrap? Really? Well, at least it's better than Mr. 'I don't know my own name.'
The newly-named Springtrap looked around the room again, but the only interesting thing he found was a folding-chair. 'Wow, this place sucks.' Is what he tried to say but all that came out was crackles and squelchy clicks. That was concerning. He supposed no talking then.
—-
Hudson stirred.
What had happened? Why was he suddenly back in his office chair, he distinctly remembered leaving the office… And then he ran into-
…
Oh no.
His eyes opened quickly and were immediately drawn to the being in front of him. It was Springtrap. Sitting on the folding chair. With its arms crossed and its upper pair of eyelids drooped so it appeared bored somehow. It hadn't noticed him. It was just staring ahead.
Hudson looked up and stared at Springtrap, too scared that making a noise would set it off. Its eyelids raised slightly as it looked right back, noticing that he's awake. That sat there for a while.
"U-um, hi?" Hudson squeaked out with a small wave.
Springtrap stared at the man, it seemed he was still scared of him, which made sense. He gave a small wave as well in return, aware that he can't talk.
Hudson was thrown off by this. "Wait, y-you're, like, alive?" He asked confusedly, receiving a nod in response. "Wow." Hudson breathed.
They stared at each other for a while. Springtrap glanced at the clock. 2:41. They had a little over 3 hours before this man's shift ended at 6. …why did he know that? He subconsciously started tapping his foot as he thought.
Hudson jumped a little at the first 'tap' but realized what Springtrap was doing. Was he… bored?
"Are you- uh- bored?" Hudson asked. Springtrap looked at him, and nodded after a little. Hudson glanced over at his laptop. Springtrap followed his gaze to look at it as well. Except Springrap had no idea what it was. They both moved their chairs over to it, Springtrap still confused at what it was exactly. Suddenly Hudson opened the thing and the top part lit up, the bottom apparently being a keyboard.
Was… Was this a computer?
—-
Hudson spent the rest of his shift just showing Springtrap whatever he could on his laptop. Videos. Games. Search engines. Springtrap was intrigued and Hudson was just happy to keep him happy (and also mildly scared at what he would be like if he wasn't).
Hudson jumped as the 6 AM chimes rang. Springtrap did not, though he did not like how familiar the chiming was. Hudson stood up as he closed his laptop and collected himself. "Well, I-I gotta go, my- uh- my shifts done," he says, looking over to Springtrap, "Er… See you tomorrow night?" Hudson relaxed at Springtrap's relaxed nod (he was a little scared Springtrap wouldn't let him leave or something). And they waved goodbye to each other as Hudson walked home. Both thinking about the night.
Hudson was simultaneously amazed and horrified that he had just made some-what pals with a sentient robot, one which could probably cause fatal damage to someone easily if it felt like it. Springtrap, however, was amazed at how far technology has come since he was last around. A couple memories came to him at that thought.
He remembers staring at a monitor intensely. He remembers a phone ringing. He remembers a yellow bear performing next to a yellow rabbit, which looked surprisingly like he did now (that was worrying). He sighed. A surprisingly normal sound. It simply sounded like a sigh.
Springtrap stood up, some joint making a squeak in protest, which he ignored. He set the folding chair back in place, and walked down to the entrance.
Didn't want his "Alive-ness" to get out after all.