Springtrap; formerly known as "William Afton",

"Uncle Afton",

"Springbonnie",

and infamously:

"The Fazbear Killer"

Was lying on the couch, his chin resting atop the couch's arm, staring into the wall with a blank, thousand-yard stare.

He didn't even have to turn behind him to see the little children's ghosts.

He knew they were there.

"Are you thinking about it?" Freddy, the largest ghost who had appointed himself leader, asked.

"Thinking about doing the same to Deliah as you did to us?"

Springtrap didn't reply.

His hand was twitching.

The metal joints in his suited fingers were spasming.

He couldn't help it.

They wanted to commit to the dramatic, grand ideas racing through his head.

"Why do you want to do it?"

Springtrap was too preoccupied with thoughts about Freddy to reply.

He'd seen him, so long ago, leading his little sisters through the arcade and helping them put the little tokens into the slots.

He had been such a perfect Freddy—a good little leader.

Likewise, he should've stayed the leader to his sisters, alive and with his real family.

Springtrap knew that.

He never belonged in that stupid costume.

Still, that didn't change the fact that Freddy was still such a good leader to his newfound companions, the companions who had suffered the same fate as he had.

Springtrap couldn't help but be so, so proud.

A proud father, for all that it was worth.

"Why do you want to do it?!" Freddy repeated, frustrated.

He appeared in front of Springtrap, his ghostly expression contorted angrily, his fists balled. "Because I love her!"

Springtrap said with a sickly, blank smile that curled up into his face, gazing at Freddy.

"I'm sorry, Freddy.

I just love her."

Freddy stiffened.

"My name," he said, "is Noah."

The poor thing was always crying.

"You're disgusting!" Chica spat at him.

"Why would you kill someone that you love?!"

Springtrap buried his nose into the arm of the chair.

"Because I'm selfish!

Because I'm insane!" he whispered.

"But I love her so, so much!

So much it hurts!

So much that I just want to hold onto her tightly and never let her go!

But she keeps trying to wriggle away from me.

I want to keep her forever."

Before any of them could respond, he quickly cried,

"I know it's selfish!

I know it's horrible!

I know I'm nasty and evil!

But this is torture!

I can't bear it!

I'm always terrified that she's going to find out the truth about me and run from me!

Furthermore, I can't bear it!

And even if she knows how horrible I am, and I kill her and keep her with me forever—"

He made a twitching, relaxed grin at that idea—

"At the very least… she won't be able to escape me.

And maybe she'll even… start to like it, after a while."

He stopped trembling, the thought soothing his fears like the gentle rocking of a baby in a crib.

The kids were staring at him, horrified.

"And it's wrong, I admit that," Springtrap whispered, staring past Freddy at the wall.

"I feel sick for even just considering it.

Half of me just desperately wants her to be happy, no matter what, and knows the best way to make her happy is to let her go, no matter if it's complete and utter torture for me.

I truly, truly want her to be happy!

I do!

Furthermore, I DO!

But… but…" He broke into a sob, hiding his face in his hands.

"I want her to be happy while she's with me.

Is that so wrong?"

The others continued to listen as he kept going.

"And… and the other half of me just wants to give in and keep her forever," he whispered.

"Imprison her, so she can't possibly run away.

I'll make it a nice prison.

I'll take such good care of her."

A sniffling sound came from his voice box.

"I'll show her how it isn't so bad.

I'll comfort her and stroke her hair.

And I know, I know, that even the most beautiful prison would still be a prison.

I confess, I know it's wrong.

But I can't help it.

And it makes… it makes me feel safe and secure, to think about it, knowing that even if she hates me forever, she'll never be able to escape, anyway."

He rolled over, his joints and metal parts creaking, resting his head on his arm and staring up at the ceiling.

"But… is it strange that the thought of releasing her like a butterfly and watching her fly away and be happy and free… makes me so… happy?

But also so sad!

Yet… so… free.

The bliss only lasts for a moment, though, before the pain and agony return.

Maybe it's worth it.

To know that I did the right thing."

He shut his eyes and hid his face in his arm.

"… I can't bear it anymore.

I must make my decision.

I have to talk to her.

Perhaps for the last time…"

The murder had been wonderful.

She had nearly slipped away.

Ran into the kitchen, soft pink hands reaching to open the back door.

He had sprinted in and lunged, slamming her into the ground and rolling her around.

It was like their playtime wrestling matches, only even more fun.

"This isn't going to hurt forever, darling," Springtrap had panted, raising the knife far above her chest.

"I'm going to be a little sloppy.

But I'll do my best to make it as quick as possible."

His hand had caressed her hair as he repeatedly stabbed and slashed her chest, tummy, and neck.

He didn't know what exactly to aim for to kill her as fast as possible.

Maybe it would've been nicer if he had slipped her something in her drink.

Then he could've cuddled up to her and stroked her as she fell to sleep.

But he had gotten too excited.

He was far too ready to welcome her with him into his astounding mechanical body.

By the time she had finally succumbed, her blood was soaking the floor and his front.

He could almost perceive the shimmer of her soul leaving its shell.

Trembling all over, his hands raised and pushed his mask up off his furry shoulders.

Her lifeless, torn body was gently tucked into the suit.

He internally adjusted his machinations to push her feet into each of the legs of the suit.

The endoskeleton curled around her like a hug, tangling her up in wires and other machinations that were clicking and moving in time with his motions.

He put the head back, then fell toward the floor, gasping and panting and shaking.

He could feel her soul awakening inside with him.

It was trying to escape.

It couldn't.

Every time it tried to leave through the holes in the suit, he snatched it and pulled it back with a calm ease.

"Shhh, shhh…" he whispered, grinning.

"You're going to be safe, now."

Finally, crying, she gave up.

It was now just the way it should be.

Father and daughter.

Together forever…

Deliah, a ghostly being, was just opening her eyes after what felt like an eternity, even though only 4 minutes had passed since Springtrap had killed her.

She could do nothing but float around, trying to grab onto anything with her hand, a dark, vibrating transparent vision of screaming and agony.

Unbeknownst to her, something or someone was holding her hand — a claw from a titanic, yet gentle monster beside her.

This atrocity of a robotic, nightmarish Bunny Rabbit called itself "Willy," a human name that puzzled both the monster, the dead children, and Deliah, as they couldn't recall why the creature would have such a name.

The name "Willy" did stir faint memories of something or someone in the past lives of the monster, and the other children, but all they could remember was a person calling himself "Uncle Afton."

"Willy" led her lovingly down a long, dark hall with checkerboard floors, paper stars hanging from the ceiling, and drawings pinned to the walls.

"You're going to love it here!" the monster rabbit said, as his voice reverberated, sounding distorted and monstrous, like an audio file glitching out.

"We'll all play and have fun together!

You can have all the pizza and ice cream you want!

You can play lots of games, win tokens, and get lots of good prizes!

The fun will never, ever end!" Willy said with joy and anticipation.

As they reached the end of the path and entered a large show area, Deliah whispered, "Will I ever get to go home…?"

She was already beginning to forget what home was, but not the pain of leaving it.

Willy didn't reply immediately; he picked her up, then leaned back, looking up at her with hypnotizing eyes, and said, "This is your home…

Your true home…

Back where you came from, your daddy never appreciated you…

But I will…

I will, forever and always…" in a gentle, fatherly voice.

Cables and wires snaked around Deliah's back, securing her to him.

Tears were running down her face, and she didn't know why.

Willy wiped her tears, hugged her, shushed her, and gave her a sweet, lingering kiss on her forehead.

Willy couldn't wait to introduce Deliah as the new daughter of his family to the other children.

The ghostly spirits felt a sense of remorse for the poor girl's plight, but they knew that this was inevitable — death would come for them soon enough, and they would be trapped in a space they would never be freed from.

Nevertheless, they were somewhat happy in their eternal youth, playing and being more than just best friends to one another, they've now become one big happy family. They were shielded from the struggles of growing up and free from a fate worse than death itself.

And to top it off, they had the best father figure a child could ever pray for.

This was their heaven, their sanctuary, their home…

THE END