Hello everyone! I now have a Mangle plushie that watches me while I sleep. Well, watching with one eye.
Also, chapter uploads might be a bit less frequent for a while, I'll see how it is, but I might have to return to weekly uploads for a bit.
Reviews!
MoonTheMagical: Yeah, that sounds a lot like my life, lol. Fanfiction and YouTube are the best combination. And it can be kind of hard being social to new people, yeah. My advice: start with a compliment. Works every time.
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Chapter 57
Springtrap Junior?
The sun rose behind the lavender mountain peaks, casting a golden glow over the cemetery. Shafts of light peeked in between crossed branches, sunbeams dappling the forest floor in a pale yellow or green. And out of a bush, a small rabbit sniffed the fallen pine needles, pink nose twitching.
He looked up at the long iron spears of the metal gate. The gate cast an ominous feel over it, with the sign reading 'Hurricane Hill Cemetery'. Another smaller one written on wrinkled lined paper read 'Keep Out!'
Thing is, rabbits are unable to read English. So, the pure snow bunny ran right in, dashing through weeds and tall golden-yellow grass. He could feel the wind in his whiskers, combing them back against his paper-white cheeks.
He ran past a set of five stone-carved gravestones, then past another on the top of a hill.
A flash of bright sunny yellow caught the bunny's attention. He blinked his crimson eyes and hopped towards the cheerful dandelion, it's thin petals stretching up to the clouds.
The bunny opened his jaws, revealing buck white teeth. The tantalizing smell was right in front of him-
"OI! I'M NOT HAVIN' ANY OF YOU BLOODY RABBITS IN MY HERE GARDEN!" A tall man with a cloud of wild gray hair ran out from the run-down wooden house a bit up the hill. He wore a tattered beige flannel, distressed blue jeans, and clutched a wooden rusty pitchfork in his gnarled fingers. His knees and hands were caked with dirt and dust from working around the garden.
The rabbit snapped to attention, lolling his head to one side. A fluffy ear flopped down.
The man ran forward, waving his pitchfork wildly. "GIT! AH SAID GIT, YA FLUFFY DEVIL!" He took a stab at the air around the tiny bunny.
And the bunny gitted. It turned its cotton-like tail and bounded away, hoping the old man would leave him alone.
Unfortunately, the man was out for blood. He ran after with malicious speed, swinging the pitchfork like a madman.
The bunny wove in between trees, the man following close behind. Sweat glistened like sparkles on his bald, pink forehead. "DAMN RABBITS! I'M GONNA COOK YA UP IN A BOILIN' POT FOR DINNER AND LICK THE MEAT OFF YER BONES! THAT'LL TEACH YA NOT TEH EAT MY 'DANDYS!"
The bunny whimpered sadly. The dandelions there were so colourful and bright, and they looked deliciously tasty too. A burst of speed followed metal spikes poking at it's behind.
The brush and trees started to thin out, and the bunny reached a strange-feeling black stone. It was rubbery and slightly bouncy to the touch of a rough paw. There was a quiet thundering from further down the path, but the bunny paid no mind to that.
"Gotcha cornered now, ya little mangey rascal!" The man raised his weapon high above his head, his ocean-blue eyes opened wide and maniacal.
The bunny shrank back, ears flat. The thundering got louder. There was only one way out of being skewered and cooked up in a boiling pot…
It whipped around and sped onto the hard black path. Sharp pebbles dug into the flesh of his toes and pad. Time seemed to slow as the thundering grew louder and louder until finally…
Lightning struck.
There was a blinding flash of bright white pain and the limp corpse was flung to the side of the road, blood spurting from a blow to the side.
The red truck screeched to a halt on the gravel at the side of the road.
The old man grinned with crooked yellowish teeth and disappeared back into the forest, muttering nonsense to himself.
A thin man and a curvy woman flung open the car doors and ran to where the dead bunny lay. The man looked like he couldn't care less, the woman had an expression of sadness.
"Oh, Paul...you hit the poor dear." The woman cooed, crouching down next to it. Her thick black hair fell into her makeup-covered tanned face.
The man frowned, running a hand through his short light brown hair. "Aw, come on, Vicky. Rabbits are sluts, they'll just make a few dozen more of 'em in like a week."
A little boy with light hair jumped out of the car, clutching a stuffed green rabbit in his sticky fingers. Snot dripped from his runny red nose.
"Mama? What's going on- BUN-BUN!" The boy immediately started to wail, tears falling from his hazel eyes. The mother stepped forward, comforting her son.
A taller boy ran out at his brother's cries, this one with dark hair and green eyes. He stopped when he saw the corpse, delight spreading across his tan face. "Ooh, coooool! Nice find, Mylo. It's all bloody and gross. Lookit, Ma, you can see it's organs! They look like these red worms-"
"That's quite enough, Eric," The mother snapped, looking rather green.
"Worms, worms, squirmy slimy worms!" Mylo sang, dancing around joyfully, his turmoil forgotten. The father, Paul, hoisted his youngest son up onto his shoulders. Mylo laughed and played the drums on his father's head. His stuffed green rabbit fell to the grassy ground, unnoticed.
"Come on, you two. Let's get going. We don't want to be late for visiting Geema!"
Eric ran over, suddenly captivated. "I like the mints she gives us. Will she give us mints this time?"
Vicky smiled. "I'm sure she will. Be polite, remember? We're not only there for mints."
The family walked away and over to their truck, driving away. The rabbit's body was forgotten in the dust. The ghost, on the other hand, was floating towards the plush toy rabbit that Mylo had left behind.
With a flash of blue light, the rabbit blinked it's eyes open, feeling his senses of touch returning to his paws, the breeze in his fur.
And the rabbit began to hop away towards the bright lights of a certain horror establishment called Fazbear's Fright.
~lll~
The ten ghosts sat in front of the computer, the bright colours illuminating the dark room. On-screen, technicolor animals sang songs and danced around.
They were watching the Frontyardigans, which was Mal's favourite show. Jojo had declared herself much too old for it, but was still as captivated as her brother. The older ghosts were bored out of their skills, except for Bonnie, who was very into the episode, chanting loudly at the screen.
"FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!" Bonnie shouted at the purple alien and the green moose characters.
Freddy cast a sideways glance at him.
"It's a kid's show, Bon."
Bonnie frowned. "Yeah, and? It's still entertaining. I love Tyrone, he's a total badass. Plus, Castaways is kind of a jam when you really listen to it."
Freddy sighed and leaned back, his arms crossed behind his head. "You've been locked up for too long. I have failed you tremendously."
Suddenly, amidst the cheerful tunes coming from the speakers, there was a scratching noise from beside the door. Mangle turned around in her seat and gasped.
"Guys, look! It's a wild baby Springtrap!"
Springtrap whipped his head around. "Huh? Wha? Where?"
A small rabbit hopped timidly from out of the shadows. It was fluffy, like a snowball but with more fur, only instead of being a pure shade of white, it was a dark yellow-green colour with eyes of ink and a twitching black nose.
Springtrap's pupils dilated and his heart instantly melted. "Aw, lookit its little paws! It's so fluffy!" He crept over, making quiet tsking noises and holding his paw out for the bunny to sniff.
The bunny took a shy hop forward, then another, then another, until it was right in front of him. He took a sniff of Springtrap, then, seeming to recognize a fellow rabbit, hopped straight into his lap and curled up for a nap, tucking his tail under.
Springtrap cooed and stroked it's fur. "Oh my God, he's adorable! I'm going to take him into my room and he'll sleep on my bed! He's on my lap, what a little cutie!"
Everyone stared at the seven foot tall murderer who could probably rip a person in half via the suit, who sat on the floor gushing over a tiny fluffy bunny in his lap.
Cassidy grimaced. "A bunny? Ick. I hate rabbits. I support rabbit-cide."
Springtrap smiled with sharp yellow teeth. "A ghost? Ick. I hate ghost brats. I support child-cide."
"So I've noticed," Mangle muttered dryly.
Freddy frowned.
"I don't know...we really don't need another creature living here. And we certainly can't feed another mouth."
Springtrap shook his head. "No, this poor bunny is dead. He's got the glow. And he's so precious! Look at these eyes. How could you possibly say no to these eyes?"
Freddy had to admit that the bunny's eyes were pretty dang persuasive.
He threw back his head and sighed. "Fine. But you have to take care of him. What's his name?"
Springtrap paused, stroking the bunny's fur thoughtfully.
"Mmm...he's got soft fur. Like a plush."
"So just name him Plush and move on!" Cassidy groaned, impatient. Springtrap put a finger to his chin.
"You know, that's not a bad idea. I think I'll call him Plushtrap, after me. Plush for short."
"Springtrap Jr.?" Foxy asked.
Springtrap grinned. "Exactly. He's my new son."
Freddy nodded. "Okay, so you'd better take care of him if he's going to be living here. Plush can stay in your room, and you are to provide him with proper entertainment. You could let him outside if you want to."
An evil look entered Springtrap's eyes. "Ah, I could get him to carry out my devilish tasks, eh? In-ter-es-ting." He drew out the last word's syllables, stretching them out on his tongue.
Chica laughed.
"I can just see a bunny with a knife running around town killing people. That'd be funny to watch."
Springtrap pouted, crossing his arms carefully so as to not disturb the sleeping bunny on his lap. "I'm a bunny running around town killing people. You didn't find it that funny when I did it."
Everyone ignored that, except for Jojo and Malcolm, who'd been ignoring everything that had been happening beside them.
Freddy smiled and tried to reassure his skeptical friends.
"Come on, it'll be fun! We've never had an animal here before, and besides, what trouble could one bunny cause?"
~lll~
A lot. One bunny could cause a lot of trouble.
For a while, Plush seemed to be fine, hopping around cutely and mainly just hanging out with Springtrap.
Until work started. That was when things got chaotic.
"Emira, I'm scared!" A little boy whined, shoving a handful of greasy potato chips into his bright pink mouth with his grubby fingers. His older sister, on the other hand, looked like she couldn't care less even if she tried.
"Bartholomew, seriously? This place is cheap, it's not even entertainment." She waved her hand around the room they were standing inside in dismay.
Bart frowned. He hated it when people called him by his full name. Which his sister obviously loved to take advantage of.
The room was simple, with arcade machines illuminating it in shades of blue and scarlet, which shone through their cracked glass screens. A plastic Halloween skull sat in the corner, with a few fake spiderwebs hung on the ceiling for good measure. And that was literally it. But what Emira found cheap and lazy, Bart found creepy. The simplicity of the room compared to the overload of everything else gave off a sense of calm...and that was what scared him. It lured you into a false sense of security, and then would probably jumpscare them.
Of course, there was the off chance that Emira was right. It was more likely, considering the company it was owned by. They weren't exactly the pinnacle of safety, time, and effort.
Suddenly, something furry and soft brushed between his legs. Bart froze, the blood draining from his face. "W-w-what was that?"
Emira rolled her pine-green eyes and tossed a handful of tiger-coloured curls over her shoulder. "Gosh, Bartholomew, stop being such a-"
Then she felt it too. It startled her and she screamed and jumped away.
"What the heck? Show yourself, fluffy coward!" She yelled at the arcade machines, which didn't answer her because they were inanimate objects who couldn't move or speak or think.
Bart pointed a trembling finger at a small object creeping slowly from out of the shadows. "Em, look!"
Emira whirled around and gasped. "There it is!" She grabbed a beam of splintered wood that was lying on the floor beside them and held it above her head like a club. Rusty metal nails were speared through the beige lumber.
The creature squealed and dashed away, quick as a flash. Emira growled and followed it, swinging the wood wildly.
Now, Plush was starting to get a sort of feeling of deja vu. Only this was the bad kind, which he really didn't appreciate. So what he did next could have been justified as that. Or, you could say the truth, which was that Plush wasn't too fond of humans and enjoyed his sweet sweet revenge all too well.
Plush clawed up the tacky red wallpaper, used it as a support spring to jump onto the scarlet arcade machine, and then finally, Plush leaped up and did a flying kick into Emira's face.
Emira cried out and clutched her cheek, an amethyst mark beginning to form "That wretched little gremlin! Ow!"
Bart narrowed his eyes at the bunny, chewing on a particularly salty potato chip menacingly. He advanced on the bunny, raising one greasy fist to collide with the rabbit's skull until a voice began to boom from behind him...
"What do you plan on doing with that, little boy?" The voice was deep and echoing, bouncing off the walls like a hyper kid at a trampoline park.
Bart growled. "I'M AVERAGE!" He yelled at the voice.
The voice chuckled.
"Ooh, touched a nerve there. I'll keep this plain and simple so that your plain and simple mind could comprehend this: Get your fat fingers away from my beautiful bunny, or else your fat fingers will be the only thing left of you."
Bart rolled his blue eyes, despite being completely and utterly freaked out. "Says who? You're not my mom."
A large hand was placed onto his shoulder. Bart stiffened and let out a small whimper. "Who- who's there? Show yourself!"
Claws dug into his shoulder, harsh and cold. Bart yelped and whipped around, eyes wide and glassy.
The tall figure's eyes flashed red, glowing orbs shining in the light of the once amber and crystal blue arcade lights, which were now a bright viridian, with black text declaring 'GAME OVER!'. The ruby-red lights blinked on and off as the taller rabbit lolled it's head to one side, raising one paw and unsheathing long metal talons attached to mascot fingers.
"I'll say this one more time. Get. Away. From. My. Baby." Long, yellow teeth formed upwards into a bloody smile. "Or else I will end you, and I am not past killing another child."
Bart didn't need to be told twice. He dashed past the tall animatronic, wailing like a child to the exit where his big sister was waiting, sobbing out complaints.
Springtrap smirked and knelt down carefully, his eyes fading back to their usual dull silver.
"Plushie? Come on out, boy, it's okay. I got rid of the mean children by threatening them with homicide!"
Plush bounced out at the sound of his owner's voice, rubbing his olive-green cheek onto Springtrap's hand lovingly. The arcade machines toppled over one by one like dominoes as he jumped off them.
Springtrap smiled softly and scooped up the small animal into the palm of his hands, cradling him to his chest. Plush began to purr like a kitten, curling up and falling asleep, his inky black eyes fluttering shut.
Springtrap yawned, feeling sleepy just looking at him. He wandered over down the hallways, eventually finding the saferoom. He creaked open the door and headed for the corner, flicking on the fairy lights as he did so.
The soft golden light dappled the two rabbits as they drifted off into happy dreams of slaughter and running through fields of fresh dandelions.
A/N
Awww, how sweet. Springtrap's fatherly instincts are kicking in for the wittle bunny wabbit. The good kind, not the murder-y kind.
Question/Challenge: Try and button up a coat, play the piano or guitar, anything to do with fingers...while wearing oven mitts. I've tried this before, and I felt like a lobster. 10/10.
Have an amazing day/night, and remember to feed your windows!
-ghost