WHOOO LET THE DOGS OUT? Love this song

So, I did the math, and (very fun) I have to write a chapter every three days in order to finish this act on time! Yaaaaaay. So yeah, expect more frequent uploads as I speedrun this. I'll be trying to get the finale (two parts, maybe three) written first, as well as the Afton chapter finale done too. And when my four hour writing playlist has stopped, I know I've been writing wayyyyy too long. But hey, it's fun!

Springy chapter! Woo woo! We love to see it. Also, a little bit of random trivia, William has misophonia (look it up) so that makes living with Elizabeth and a bunch of noisy ghosts all the more painful. Kind of makes you a bit murder-y, huh?

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Chapter 80

Who Let The Dogs Out?

"Ugh, Katy, where'd you find these dogs? This one smells like…like a dog." Springtrap winced at the putrid stench coming from the matted fur of one of Katy's latest…shipments.

Katy rolled her dark maroon eyes, shoving the mangy husky through the window. He whined in protest, scrabbling at the chipped paint of the wall. "Wow, how shocking. Tell me, darling, how many awards did you win in English class? Must have been triple digits!"

"Shut up."

"Somebody's cranky," Katy muttered, managing to get the dog's massive white paw through the window. "Who spat in your Timothy hay?"

Springtrap bared his shark-like in a menacing half-grimace-half-smile. "Stop with the bunny jokes, or I hire Plush to rip out your spine."

Beside him, Plush squeaked in agreement.

"What've you got planned for these pups, anyways?" Katy asked curiously, tucking a piece of bleached-blonde hair behind her tanned ear, pierced with hundreds of unique earrings. Springtrap mindlessly noticed a soda ring chain and a mini pencil among the assortment of studs and loops.

"None of your business." He responded cagily, yanking the husky's big head and finally tugging him inside. "Stay."

Katy gave him a Look. "Hon, if I'm going to go through all the trouble of getting you these dead dogs for free, then I'm sure you can spare me a reason."

Springtrap glared at her murderously. How fun it would be to wrap his hands around her choker-covered throat and squeeze. "Yeah, but once I tell you, you aren't going to supply them anymore. And I need a lot."

Katy crossed her arms. "Fine. You don't tell me and act like a dick, I don't bring the dogs and act just the same."

The ginger Chow Chow beside her barked in agreement. Not all the dogs were fortunate enough to speak English. That, or he was truly losing his mind.

"Christ. Fine. I'm training them to kill ghosts so I can get rid of all the bratty children that I'm forced to live with as some divine punishment for killing them in the first place." He held his hands in the air. "Happy?"

Katy beamed, her red lips stretching ear to ear. "Very."

Springtrap gave her a horrified look. "What, you're just…okay with that?"

"And you're okay with killing people?" She didn't wait for him to object. "Listen, when you're stuck in this half-life, you meet a lot of really effed up ghosts, people who've done so much worse than even you, dear, although that's hard to believe. And honestly, you get used to it pretty quick."

Springtrap nodded slowly, her words settling in his mind. "Fine. Well, I suppose it's good you aren't leaving me."

Katy stuck out her tongue, the silver ball piercing glinting purple in the light. "Don't worry, bunny-boy, I'm not going anywhere." She gave the Chow Chow a scratch behind the ears, the fluffy dog panting in approval. "Hey, listen, take good care of this one, okay babe? She…she meant a lot to someone I know."

Springtrap tilted his head to one side to study the fluffball more, his dark green ears flopping. "What's her name?"

"Jax." She grinned. "It was what I was going to name my first daughter if she was a boy - it's her old dog. Makes me proud she remembered that detail."

Springtrap blinked in surprise. "First?"

"Yeah, I have two. Though I don't see them very often anymore. First one I gave up for adoption, second one…well, I got divorced pretty quick. Didn't get custody of my girl, and then my husband found her dead in a rainy alley, some kinda gang killing." Her tone was solemn, burgundy eyes glittering.

He ignored the gang detail (though it was amusing - what mafia boss would hunt down a toddler?) and instead focused on the other. Two daughters?! Henry never told me about the other! Springtrap pressed on. "What're their names?"

A smile lit up Katy's caramel-coloured face, happy he seemed interested. "First girl I named Vanessa, second one my ex named Charlotte." There was a faraway look in her eyes. "I found Jax at the joint where I get all the dogs. Unlike the others, which're strays - poor dears - this one had a collar. Had Nessie's name on it." She grinned. "She'd be about…what, nineteen now? God, can't believe how old I'm getting!"

"I've lost count, personally." Really, he'd just stopped counting because what did it matter! He was going to live forever, after all, no point in keeping track.

Katy nodded, seeming a million miles away. Then she snapped out of it, shaking her short neon-hair-clip-decorated blonde waves. "Sorry dear, I got sidetracked. Take care of Jaxy, 'kay?"

"I'll try my best." But really, Springtrap didn't have much of a liking for dogs. Big slobbery nuisances. If one died, big deal, he had a bucket load of others to replace it with. "I just love dogs."

"Of course you do." Katy laughed, crossing her arms over her outfit. It was certainly interesting - very Katy. A black mesh top with rips over a striped lime-and-black long sleeve, a pink fluffy tutu underneath paired with fishnets, matching striped socks, and black Mary Janets. And of course, the random assortment of decora jewellery. "Anyways, that was the last of 'em, and I've got a hot date with a guy in a beanie and at least three jean jackets…at once." She rolled her eyes, "Don't judge, I'm getting desperate."

"Three jean jackets. Wow. One can dream, huh?" Springtrap leaned against the windowsill. "Well, take care, and I'll send Plush to your place if I need anything else."

Katy gave him a thumbs up, a mischievous gleam entering her eye. "Sure thing…" She smirked. "Burty." And before Springtrap could call out and ask how she knew his name, she was gone, disappearing into the shadows behind the attraction.

He quickly locked the window and turned around, sighing. Now was the painful part - leading three drooling dogs down the hallway and into the maze where he was storing them. Springtrap had already solved the noise issue - duct tape to the rescue! - but there was always the off chance that one of the little kids or, God forbid, Cassidy would stroll by and notice him with the ghost dogs in tow and scream for the others, and then months and months of preparation would have gone to waste.

So, since he didn't exactly have access to sleeping pills (which apparently used to be in the secretary desk, but Freddy had since destroyed them in case Cassidy…well, they hadn't really tested if that was possible while being a ghost) or any form of neutralizing drug to put his threats to sleep, he'd just have to hope they stayed that way forever.

Jojo and Malcolm usually slept well, and Cassidy rarely left her room, so he'd been lucky these past few months. And whenever Ruby was over, the others hung out in the main room and… were loud, or whatever they did. Springtrap didn't really mind Ruby, she was good with machines and gullible enough as a kid, but he disliked how loud she was. He'd probably eliminate her if she wasn't so useful as a distraction.

"Alright, listen here, mutts." He hissed after he'd successfully taped their muzzles, pulling out his makeshift knife he'd made out of a glass shard and hunk of wood. Of course, since the dogs were ghosts, he couldn't actually stab them. It was all about the power display, to show that he was in charge. "You run out, you stop following me, you make any noise, and I turn you into uncooked hot dogs. Understand?"

Two of the three dogs made a motion like a nod. The Chow Chow- shoot, I already forgot her name, just pawed at her muzzle, mostly buried in fluff, and made a strained whimper.

"Hey!" Springtrap stuck the knife just inches from her face. "You heard me. I'll sic Plush on you if you don't shut up, and trust me - you don't want that."

After he was certain that each dog knew the plan, he creaked open the door to his room, the green glow of the hallway reflecting off each dog's glassy round eyes. As he stepped to the side to let each dog out, he could hear the obnoxiously loud laughter coming from the main room, and Springtrap couldn't help but roll his bright silver eyes. God, was he ever that annoying when he was seventeen? Definitely not.

The clicking of claws on tile floor was like someone pouring liquid magma into his ears, his head pounding with the lava seeping in. Oh, how wonderful it would be to declaw these mongrels, but he'd been trying to keep their claws sharp, for obvious reasons.

But finally, he reached the Haunted Maze - now legitimately haunted! He strolled through the maze, knowing each turn like the back of his hand, until he finally reached the middle where he was keeping the dogs. It was small, but could fit the the thirty-ish dogs he kept in there as well as some spare pillows to practice tearing up and some blankets to sit on. If he was lucky, he could find outsider patrons with dog treats in their pockets to steal as a reward.

"Hey, Monty. Got three new ones today. Show them the ropes, I thought I'd find something they could practice on." Springtrap said, motioning for the newbies to sit.

The old German Shepherd nodded. "Sure thing, boss. It'll be good for them to practice. Strays?"

"Mmm…I think these two are." He pointed to the husky and black Lab. "My dealer told me this fluffy one belonged to her daughter, though."

Monty made a displeased noise. "House pets are too attached to humans. That girl's anything but vicious. Wouldn't hurt a piece of beef." According to one of the other dogs, Monty had been raised as an underground mafia dog (he didn't know that was a thing, either) who belonged to the boss. He'd been trained to kill the moment he stopped nursing. Monty had a thing against house pets, thought they were unnatural.

Most of the others were strays who didn't have any set morals either way. There were a few canines who belonged to gang members, two police dogs, and a little search and rescue dog with cloudy eyes who apparently had freakishly good smell. Not a single pampered teacup poodle in sight (though they did have an English-speaking poodle, very useful).

Springtrap frowned. "So what do you want me to do with her? My dealer is going to be pissed if she finds out we tossed her precious puppy."

Monty thought for a moment, then said "Untape her."

Dubiously, Springtrap complied. The two dogs started to quietly bark at each other, having a conversation Springtrap was not invited to. Why wasn't Canis Lupis a language option at his old school?

Then Monty turned to him. "Jax says she'll agree to stay quiet and hide back here when the time comes, but she has to return to Katy afterwards."

Springtrap nodded. "That works. Tell her I'll give her a treat if she does as she says."

Monty gave Jax a couple of short barks, to which Jax trotted over and attempted to give Springtrap a lick of appreciation. He flung his hand back in disgust, filthy creatures.

"Alright, I'm going to check out for the night. I'll be back with someone for you lot to train with."

Monty gave him a curt nod. "Have a good rest, boss. I'll get these three in check, don't you worry."

Springtrap gave him a thumbs up and headed out the door. There were only two dogs beside Monty, the Lab and the husky, but Jax was probably cowering in a corner or whatever pacifists did when surrounded by a bunch of violent wolves. He closed the door behind him, and when he turned around he was faced with a cooing Mari and a very happy Jax.

Her warm brown eyes turned to icy panic the moment she noticed him, and she immediately removed her hand from behind Jax's ear. A note of fear entered her voice. "O-oh, is this your dog? I'm so sorry…"

Springtrap's mind went into overdrive. What if she heard me and Monty? What if she goes inside and finds all the dogs? What if Monty tells her what we've been planning? What if she tells the others about Jax? What if she tells the others about my plan? Oh God, I'm so screwed…

He did some quick thinking. "Um, don't worry about it. I'm not keeping her, just saw her outside and thought I'd…rescue her. You know, give her a break from the cold for a night." Great save. Classic William Afton, kissing babies and saving kittens from trees and rescuing orphans from burning buildings and giving dumbass dogs a bone to gnaw on. Yeah, sounds just like me.

But, of course, Mari was gullible enough to fall for it. The warmth returned to her eyes, and she gave him a small, genuine smile. "That's so sweet of you. I had no idea you liked dogs, I do too."

Of course you do. "I just love them."

Mari gave her scruff a few quick pets and turned back to him. "What's her name?"

"Jax. It was my deal-" Then, "Er, I mean, I just liked the name."

She gave him a curious look. "Right."

Springtrap clasped his hands together. Now was the time to see if she was as gullible- er, agreeable as he remembered. Really, if he hadn't killed her when he did, she would have just gotten picked up in some rusty old van and carried off and nobody would know what to make of her. At least he gave the news and her family some clarity. "So listen, I need you to not tell anyone about this, especially the others."

Mari frowned, ceasing the pets. "Why? I bet everyone would love to meet her. Especially the kids. I mean, we don't get much action around here, it's nice to have a bit of change, even if it's as little as this."

You're right about the action part. "Well, I just don't want everyone to…" Think, think! "Get too attached. You know, and then I take her away and everyone's all depressed - more than usual, anyways. I'd simply hate to do that." God, that's pathetic. How is she falling for this sappy bullshit?

"Oh, of course!" Mari's face was the essence of surprise. "Gosh, I didn't even consider that. You're right, it's not worth it. Even if it would be a nice change of pace."

Springtrap grinned. "Brilliant. Well, I'm off to my room. I suppose I'll head off to my room - I'll take Jax with me. Have a good night, Charlie."

"You too."

Springtrap rolled his eyes as he and Jax walked off. That was just too easy.

~lll~

"Hold- still! Ugh!" Springtrap snarled between gritted teeth, the man in front of him struggling to escape his tight grasp. He dug his rusty metal claws into the man's right arm and cut off the scream with his other. He leaned his head close to the man's ear in a perfectly calm manner.

The man's leaf-green eyes were frenzied and bloodshot, messy blond bangs slipping over them. His name was Dennis Blakely, he was maybe thirty, forty? No wedding band, grungy clothes, paid in spare change and arrived alone. Springtrap had followed him carefully in the shadows, and he could guess he wasn't someone important enough for the cops to be notified if he didn't come home that night.

"Listen, mate, I've done this hundreds of times, and you're not getting out alive." Springtrap hissed into his ear, sinking his claws deeper on each emphasis. "So why don't you just make this easier for both of us. Shut your big, ugly mouth and stop being such a little bitch, or this will have to get a whole lot harder. Understand?" He dragged his talons down nice and slow, dark crimson spilling from the punctures in the man's soft flesh.

The man nodded rapidly, squirming a little more but quickly stopping. Of course, he was probably complying thinking he had a chance to escape. The human survival instinct was so cute sometimes!

"Thank-you," He singsonged, leading the man carefully out the door and out of the entrance into the staff hallways. Now, this part would be a tad tricky, since it was daytime and the others could be roaming the halls at any point. But luckily, he didn't hear anyone close to him, and was able to sneak the two of them into the maze with zero issues.

The man whimpered when he spotted the canines, tongues lolling and eyes hungry. He resumed his bothersome squirming again, and Springtrap's temper flared.

"Can it, you bloody half-wit." He growled, bringing his hand off the man's mouth and down to his throat, swiftly tracing a thin line around the front. The man's breathing grew heavy and labored as bright red blood welled from his neck. Springtrap's grin stretched ear to ear at the man's face, and he shoved the man towards the practically drooling dogs. "You lot know what to do. As you practiced, please, keep it professional."

Monty gave the crowd a few short barks, and they prowled into a circle around the man, who's expression was hysterically confused. Springtrap had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing - what did the guy think was happening?! Ballroom dancing?!

And with another three barks, half the dogs pounced onto the man, the other half surrounding them. Springtrap nodding approvingly, it was a good tactic in case the victim tried to escape. It was quite difficult to see the dog's killing techniques under the frenzy - most of them looked to be killing from rage, rather than precision, he noticed - but Monty especially was very clean in his tactics, swiftly biting the vital arteries first instead of clawing randomly and letting him bleed out. And with a short bark, the man was no more.

Of course, even with Monty's careful bites, it was still a bloody ordeal, and Springtrap sighed at the mess that he would inevitably have to clean up. He whistled for two dogs to drag the corpse away and the he fetched (haha) the bleach and mop from where he'd stored them after stealing from the poor janitors. He sprayed the wet merlot puddle a few times and mopped it up, soaking it in the bucket of cold water and watching clear liquid turn to a flamingo pink.

After that ordeal was done, he hollowed out a garbage bag and delt with the body, putting the torso and legs in first, and then dropping what was left of the head and a few spare appendages inside, spraying a bit of perfume he'd stolen from Mangle inside the bag and in the air and tying up the trash bag. Although, now that Springtrap thought of it, it might be more suspicious that he smelt of roses and lavender rather than blood and gore. Oh, well.

He tossed a few doggie biscuits into the air and left the dogs to bicker over them, grabbing a shovel and an extra garbage bag in case of leakage and snuck down the hallway. It seemed that luck was on his side that day, because the others were in their rooms playing those stupid new-fangled video games on their devices. Springtrap opened his window to the back of the attraction and dug a shallow hole in the soil. He chucked the interesting-smelling garbage bag into the hole, covered it in dirt and moss, and grinned to himself.

It had been a while since he'd disposed of a body, and a nostalgic feeling swept through him as he fell back on the pillows of his floor. Ahh, the good old days.

Well, he supposed he should return the shovel. He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder, shutting his creaky door and strolling down the hallway before bumping into - oh shoot, the yellow one. She'd been more and more annoying the last few days, sitting in her bedroom and whining about Ruby. God, this was probably the first time in his life he wished she were being loud with the others.

She glared at him with suspicious blue eyes. "What are you doing?"

Springtrap glanced back and forth. Ugh, did she see me with the trash bag? This is going to be a pain…

"I was just taking the garbage out. I don't want to have a messy room, of course." He lied smoothly, shifting his weight.

The yellow one placed her hands on her hips. "The secretary is asking about some guy named Dennis. Apparently, he hasn't shown up. Totally weird, hm?"

Springtrap shrugged in what he hoped was a convincing manner. "Yeah, weird."

Then the girl got the dumbest smug expression he'd ever seen on her face. "And why, Mr Innocent, are you holding a shovel?"

Springtrap glanced at the shovel he was carrying and back at her. "Uh, spring cleaning?"

"It's June."

"Better late than never, as I always say!"

The girl gave him a Look, but took her hands off her hips. "Fine. But I'm watching you."

"Oh, goody." Springtrap muttered drily after she'd gone. Whatever. If he'd gotten away with it for this long, he was sure he could last till the 'doomsday'. The dogs, with a little more training from Monty, would be ready. The preparations he'd taken were ready. His plan was ready.

The only question left was if he was ready.

Springtrap's face twisted into a malevolent smile.

Oh God, I'm so ready.

A/N

Uh oh spaghetti o. Looks like Springy's plan is in action. But when will it happen, you ask? That's for me to know, and you to find out. You could probably figure it out. Here's a hint: there's a very important day in June in the Fnaf universe…

Question/Challenge: if you had to kill someone and hide a body, do you think you'd be good at it? I've done it with help from a friend- cough cough, I mean, what did I just say? Hahaha such a silly joke. Joke. Yeah. Hey, don't look in the closet. No reason…

Have an amazing day/night!

~Ghost