Here is the next chapter, I will highlight now that this story is going to jump about between different perspectives, so don't worry, it's all part of the plot.
I forget to mention this before in the previous chapter, but I will say it now, in regards to songs being used, the vast majority will be in the background not interacting with the story itself, others will be interactive, think sing along.
Also the addition of quotes at the start of each chapter is to signify the chapter's theme.
Enjoy...
(Song in this chapter is 'Just Gold' by MandoPony)
Edit: Sorry to all those who found this chapter to be the same as chapter six, at some point I must have accidently updated the wrong chapter by mistake, the issue has now been reversed and chapter 2 is now back in its proper place.
Sorry for the confusion.
Chapter 2.
Springtrapped Nightmare.
"There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely."
Bram Stoker, Dracula
"No, you leave him alone, don't you dare touch him."
"I SAID LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Springtrap screamed, as he pounded his fists on the door of Fredbear's Family Diner.
The lone boy outside was being stabbed to death, again and again the knife cut into his flesh, bringing ear splitting screams from the boy. "SHUT IT YOU LITTLE SHIT!" yelled a man in a dark purplish uniform, as he covered the boy's mouth with his hand, trying to muffle his cries for help.
Springtrap, tried to break through the door, but all he could do was watch the horrifying scene repeat itself repeatedly on a never-ending loop. He turned round to see dozens of children singing and dancing to the songs being played by Fredbear otherwise known as Goldie.
"SAVE HIM, SOMEONE SAVE HIM, PLEASE JUST SAVE HIM!" Springtrap cried, trying to get everyone's attention.
"I'm a little tea pot short and stout, you know the words kids," Goldie sang, whilst on stage.
"HERE IS MY HANDLE AND THIS IS MY SPOUT!" the children sang, while jumping up in the air.
"GOLDIE, GET THE CHILDREN OUT OF HERE, THERE'S CHILD KILLER OUTSIDE AND HE'S KILLED A CHILD ALREADY!" Springtrap shouted, trying to push through the mass of children to reach Goldie.
But the more he pushed, the further and further Goldie became. "Just remember kids, you've heard it from me and Spring Bonnie, that Fredbear's Family Dinner is a place of fun," said Goldie, laughing to himself as everything faded away into nothing.
His last word echoed in Springtrap's mind...this was a place of fun.
Then the scene changed with the diner being filled with policemen, forensic teams and sealed off areas. The ravenous press outside was being contained by a line of local policemen, but taking pictures and calling for interviews which went unheard.
"No, no, no, not this, I don't want to relive this," Springtrap muttered, gripping his head.
"Where's the body?" a policeman asked.
The man who responded, was by Springtrap's assumption the chief of the local police.
"In one of the trash dumps outside...it's pretty ugly sight, rumor has it is that whoever killed him craved a smile into his face...scared the hell out of the men who found him."
The man wiped his brow with tissue from his pocket.
"And the saddest thing is that he was only 9."
That one sentence had broken Springtrap's heart many times. "End, just end it please," he whispered, trying to block out the sounds of the scene, the police sirens, the sounds of cameras clicking and the wailing screams of the public.
"However, we have word to believe that there was one witness to the crime," the chief of police muttered solemnly.
"Who?" the policeman asked, his curiosity had been lit.
"It's me, it's me, it's me!" Springtrap yelled, desperately jumping up and down in front of the officer, sadly he couldn't see him as it was only a memory.
"It's me...it's me."
Then the scene changed again, with everyone disintegrating like sand against the tide as their surroundings morphed. When the transformation was complete, the diner was now empty, old, abandoned and rotting.
Springtrap looked around to see the barred front doors, the murky windows, the tables were cloaked in a blanket of thick dust and the sunken stage, with the wood being too rotten to stand on. "Why...why did everything have to go because of that one man?" he asked, falling to his knees in despair.
"BECAUSE IT'S FUN!" a voice yelled, causing the whole diner to shake.
Springtrap turned around to find the voice, but saw nothing. "Who are you...show yourself," he demanded, although he really didn't want to see who it was. "Come on out!" he shouted, rising to his feet once more.
"I'M YOU, THE YOU THAT WILL COME IN TIME!" the voice echoed, shaking the walls of the diner and knocking tables over.
Springtrap, fell to the floor, he looked up to see the diner break apart, as pieces of it flew up into the blacked purple sky that was a tornado, which flashed with lighting and rumbled with thunder. Before him was a large, spiky, crudely constructed horror ride attraction, the sign upon the main entrance read as follows: Fazbear's Fright.
The rusty iron gates swung open with a loud creak.
And there...standing at the entrance was him...but not as he saw himself.
This Springtrap was withered, old and held a demonic look to him, especially in the eyes which were a bright purple. He held out his hand towards Springtrap, beckoning him to come forward.
"No," Springtrap whispered, backing away, he didn't like this place.
"COME," the other Springtrap yelled, it's voice sounded ancient and demonic.
But Springtrap kept walking backwards.
The other Springtrap held out his hand and pulled it towards himself. Suddenly Springtrap was pulled uncontrollably forward towards his other self by some unseen power. He stopped abruptly in front of him, before being sharply dropped to the ground.
"FOLLOW ME!" the other Springtrap ordered, pointing to himself.
"No, I won't-"
The other Springtrap swiftly grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up into air, denying the real Springtrap any chance to finish his sentence.
"SPRINGTRAP, THE SPRING BUNNY, WELCOME TO FAZBEAR'S FRIGHT," he bellowed. "LET ME GO," Springtrap yelled, trying to loosen his other self's grip on his throat.
He only proceeded to tighten it in response. "BEHOLD YOUR FUTURE AND YOUR ENTERAL PRISON...A SHARED PRISON MIGHT I ADD," the other Springtrap yelled.
"SHARED?" Springtrap asked, amidst the ragging wind and rumbling of thunder.
Other Springtrap just smiled, and then he opened his mouth wide. Springtrap's eyes widen in horror as he saw a rotting human skull inside, it's empty eyes sockets staring back at him.
"My name is Springtrap...and I am here to do the devil's work," the other Springtrap replied, closing his mouth and smiling.
He then proceeded to drag Springtrap through the empty streets of the attraction which was a mockery to one in real life. Springtrap did his best to break away from his other self's hold, but his grip was as strong as iron.
"I WILL SHOW YOU THE FRUITS OF MY- I MEAN OUR LABOUR!"
It was then, at the precise moment, Springtrap, punched him in the back of the head and broke free.
but the other Springtrap merely turned and did a come here gesture with his hand. Springtrap was suddenly pulled back towards his counterpart, who wrapped his arms around him.
"Trying to escape from me...that won't happen, no one has escaped from me...they've all died trying and I assure you that it wasn't a quick death," the other Springtrap hissed through gritted teeth.
"Let me go!" Springtrap shouted, but his other self just picked him up bridal style. "How about I sing a song to calm you down," he suggested, crushing Springtrap against his body to hold him in place.
"FUCK YOU!" Springtrap screamed as his body was compressed.
"It'll distract you from all of this," the other Springtrap replied, tipping his head towards the sharp spiky park rides, they didn't look comfortable to say the least.
He then proceeded to walk through the attraction, heading towards the central tent.
Then rather unexpectedly he started to sing, in a gravel and solemn tone.
"Time for the main attraction, your story must be told, you are a chain reaction."
"Let go of me!" Springtrap yelled, hammering his fists against his other self's chest.
His other self just ignored him
"That never gets old, some guys get satisfaction, breaking the mould."
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!" Springtrap screamed.
"Some guys are just distractions...just guys are just gold," the other Springtrap sang, ignoring his screams.
He then enforced his grip, so hard that Springtrap could swear that he had lost all sense of feeling in his body as he was pressed against his counterpart's chest. "You did a good job, entertaining those little kids, but it's warms my heart and blood to hear some fresh screams, but don't get me wrong Springtrap, you were very brave, when faced with unbeatable odds you never craved."
He then entered the central tent, carrying Springtrap with him inside.
"I'm finishing training, done explaining, no more facts are left remaining, now you know the gist of it, you're a perfect fit, i don't hear no more complaining."
Other Springtrap's eyes appeared to glow, more brightly than before.
"I'm passing down this golden opportunity, enteral graveyard immunity take it with pride and enjoy the ride you'll forever be a part of this community."
Springtrap then saw where his other self was taking him…it was a large pit in the centre of the tent and a foul smell reached his nose. "You may say that's all in your mind, but in the end I think that you will find."
He held Springtrap up high and then Springtrap himself saw the source of the disgusting smell, it was unbearable. Then he saw with his own eyes, the smell' source...
Bodies of dead children filled the pit, their decayed rotting flesh was being chewed on by rats.
"NO, NO, NO PLEASE, I BEG YOU!" he shouted, the images buried themselves into his mind.
But the worst thing was that he recognised these kids, all of them were from the diner and had danced and sang along with him and Goldie.
His other self, meanwhile just kept on singing, like nothing was wrong. . . like the sight was natural.
"You are the main attraction, your story must be told, you are a chain reaction, that never gets old, some guys get satisfaction, breaking the mould, some guys are just distractions...some guys are just gold."
And with that the other Springtrap tossed Springtrap into the pit, he landed amongst the rotting children and rats.
His hands were now covered blood, thick, sticky blood, he looked up see the other Spring-trap dragging a cover over the pit. "No wait, please," Springtrap begged, holding his hand up, trying to climb the walls of the pit.
However, Springtrap's other self, did nothing, as he dragged the cover over the pit, which was more like a lid.
"HAVE FUN WITH YOUR OLD FRIENDS, THE ONES WHOM YOU FAILED TO PROTECT!" His other self's voice crackled with demonic laughter. Springtrap felt something grab his hand, he turned and saw the children rising up and grabbing hold of his arms and legs.
They were dead, half decayed, their eyes were missing, only having a vacant darkness in them.
"NO, GET OFF ME, GO TO HELL!" Springtrap yelled, trying to break free.
But the children were too many for him to handle.
"PLAY!" they cried, crawling him with their decaying fingers.
Springtrap pushed some of them away, but they just kept on coming.
"PLAY, PLAY, PLAY!" They all screamed.
Then the other Springtrap pulled the lid over the pit, blocking out the light completely.
"Play, play, play," the children whispered, although did nothing to relieve Springtrap of his fear.
Springtrap's eyes darted about in the pitch blackness trying to make things out. Then the pit lit up with a purplish glow, it was slow at first, but soon all of the darkness had vanished.
He looked around and saw the source of the purplish light coming from a child, who was facing the wall. He also noticed that all the other children were now all huddled together behind him with worried looks on their faces.
They were scared. . .
"Hello," Springtrap called, walking slowly towards the glowing child.
The child said nothing.
"What's your name?" Springtrap asked softly.
He reached forward and touched the child's shoulder.
Upon doing so the child suddenly swung round, fully revealing itself.
Springtrap fell backwards in shock, landing on his backside, his eyes widen when he recognized the child.
It was a boy with tears running down his face...the same boy from outside the diner. "IT'S MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The boy screamed, causing Springtrap to cover his ears.
The children cowered behind Springtrap, also covered their ears. The next thing Springtrap knew, the boy seemed to open his mouth wide, revealing rows upon rows of sharp pointed teeth.
"IT'S TIME TO DIE!" It screeched.
Then he leapt at Springtrap, hands raised and mouth wide open.
The sight of a decayed, demonic possessed child rushing at him nearly caused his body to freeze.
"NO!" He screamed, covering his face for protection.
Then everything dissolved into pitch darkness. . .
"AAAH!" Springtrap screamed, sitting up-right, fear ran through his system, as he tried to make sense of his immediate surroundings.
He was in his old room at the diner, he felt the bed it was real...very real.
"I'm home...again?" He asked looking around, seeing that everything appeared to be in its place.
Somehow, he was back.
His breathing went from heavily to light, as his sense of security grew. Then he saw the bedroom door, he went up and opened it, aiming to see what lay behind.
Although he had forgone the same experience time after time again, he was sure that things had changed each time he returned. The cycle always returned to its starting point in a new fashion, it was always different from what came before.
Upon opening the door, he found the backstage, but he was much more interested in the noise that was coming from behind the curtain. He walked out and slowly parted the curtain, peeking through the gap to see...
Goldie dancing along with children and singing.
"I'm back."
Springtrap watched the children dance and sing with Goldie, he felt happy listening to their laughter. Then his smile disappeared when he noticed a lone child outside, crying, trying to get in.
His heart sank, he knew what would happen next.
"Oh no," he whispered, fate was written, this scene never changed.
Then a purplish looking car pulled up outside, slowly the driver's door opened and out stepped a man in a purple clothing. He looked at the child, yet he didn't smile, his eyes bore a deep-seated anger as he slowly pulled out a knife out from his trouser pocket.
"No...not again," Springtrap muttered, watching the man walk causally towards the child, eyeing only him.
"Hey here little guy, are you lost?" He asked coldly, holding the knife behind his back so the child wouldn't see.
The child turned around to face the newcomer, looking curious at the stranger who stood before him.
"I can't get in," he said, pointing at the closed door.
"Awwww, don't worry, listen I have a little surprise for you," the man replied warmly, although that hard look of determination remained on his face.
"It'll brighten up your day and afterwards, I'll help you get in, I know a way."
The child's eyes lit up, as the man placed his hand on his shoulder.
"It's a secret, so be quite ok," he whispered calmly.
"Nod, if you understand?"
The child nodded, his eyes sparked with great interest.
"No...not this again, why must I see this," Springtrap pleaded, he could do nothing to stop this, he had tired, God help me he had tired.
He couldn't even remember how many times this God-awful scene had repeated itself.
"You will love this," the man stated coldly, carefully bringing his other hand out from behind his back.
Then he swiftly stabbed the child right in the chest, much to Springtrap's blood curling screams...
"Is he stable?" Toy Freddy asked, turning to face Goldie.
"Yes...for now," Goldie answered, his tone was blank and his facial expression was one of deep completion.
They all needed to be carefully with what they were about to do, given their limited experience in such affairs.
He then turned to face Chica. "His breathing isn't faint, Chica, please pass the scalpel and the clamps, quickly now."
Chica opened the first aid kit box and picked up the required items, before handing them over to Goldie. "Right, I'll take his shirt off, we need to remove the bullet quickly before it forms a blockade, then he could get gangrene...or worse," Goldie stated, getting down on his knees.
Toy Freddy noticed a glint a of excitement in Chica's eyes, as Goldie slowly unbuttoned Foxy's shirt.
She then noticed that Toy Freddy was starting at her.
"What?" She asked, her checks going slightly pink.
"Nothing," Toy Freddy replied with a blank expression, but inside he was smiling smugly.
Goldie removed Foxy's shirt, exposing his bare chest and muscular forearms. "First, we'll cut into the wound, mainly in the area around the bullet to loosen it, then hold it in place with the clamps, after which we'll use the tweezers to remove the bullet," Goldie explained.
"And then patch up the wound with stitching and bandages?" Toy Freddy asked, holding the said items up.
Goldie nodded.
"Let's begin then," he said picking up the scalpel.
Goldie cut into Foxy's flesh, further opening up the wound, Chica looked uneasy, reading about medical procedure was different to seeing it firsthand.
Very different . . .
Goldie said nothing as he cut around the wound, his eyes were focused as he was being extra carefully not to cut too deeply for he did not wish to cause Foxy any further harm.
"Right, Toy Freddy, apply the clamps now," he ordered, stopping in the act.
Toy Freddy tightly placed the clamps around Foxy's wound, keeping it open.
Goldie then pointed to the tweezers which lay in the first aid box. "Now Chica, use the tweezers to extract the bullet," he demanded.
"And be careful, although that goes without saying."
Chica was a bit surprised that such a role was being given to her. "Oh...ok," she said, slowly picking up the tweezers.
She carefully pushed into the wound, heading towards a black dot which was the bullet. After a series of careful manoeuvres, she got the tweezers to clamp around the bullet.
"Got it," she exclaimed, somewhat surprised at her success.
She then slowly pulled the tweezers out of the wound and thus removing the bullet. "Here, put it in this," Toy Freddy suggested, holding out a small plastic box.
Chica placed the blood covered bullet in the box, before putting the tweezers back into the first aid kit.
"I'll begin the stitching," Goldie said, putting a thread of string through a needle. He removed the clamps, allowing the skin fold back to its original position, as he started to stitch it back together, sealing up the wound to prevent any further blood loss or worse, an infection.
Once done, Toy Freddy then proceeded to warp bandages around Foxy's abdomen.
"There...now we must let him sleep, unfortunately when he does regain consciousness, he will be in a lot of pain," Goldie stated, looking their handiwork. To say this was their first try of medical performance after a decade of doing anything else like it, the result was decisive.
"But, he will recover and hopefully it will be quick?" Chica asked, hoping that Foxy would be back to his good old self again. "Should we put his shirt back on?" Toy Freddy added.
"Might as well as give him some dignity," Goldie replied, putting Foxy's shirt back on and redoing the buttons.
"Well...we've done all we can," said Toy Freddy, getting up.
He groaned slightly as he felt his knees ache from being sat on for too long.
He then turned and walked straight through the curtains that separated the storage compartment from the passenger compartment. Goldie likewise proceeded to follow his example.
"You're coming Chica?" Goldie asked, turning round to face her, whilst holding the curtains open. "No... I'll stay with Foxy for a little bit," Chica replied, who remained sitting down by Foxy.
"Ok, we'll be with the others if you need us," Goldie stated, he smiled before turning round and continuing to make his way down the aisle.
He knew…everyone else did.
With him gone, Chica then turned back to Foxy, who was breathing softly. "You gave me quite a scare back there at the pizzeria," she said, stroking his silky red hair.
"But you're a pirate, so your properly use to being shot on the high seas," Chica giggled.
She then sighed, flirting was fun, but not so much when the one you care about is unconscious.
"By the way, you owe me a favor seeing how I helped save your life."
She patted his head.
"Just try to remember that ok?" she asked tenderly, watching Foxy's chest rise and fall. She closed her eyes, seeming to go into deep thought.
For a moment she just sat there, listening to the sound of Foxy breathing and the soft buzzing of the airship's propellers.
In that one single moment, everything looked so peaceful and the recent unsettling memories fell away into nothing.
Then just as suddenly as Chica had entered that tranquil state of mind she exited, her choice was made. She turned to see if anyone further up the aisle was watching, before quickly seizing the chance to lean down and briefly kiss Foxy on the forehead.
"Just get better and that's an order," she said in a fake stern tone, knowing that somehow he would see the funny side of it. Getting to her feet she turned and parted the curtains, but then stopped and looked back at the sleeping Foxy. "I'll see you soon," she whispered tenderly, before turning back round and walking off to join the others.
Foxy whilst lost in the deeps of slumber, continued a steady rhythm of breathing in and out, but with the faintest whisper he murmured.
"Chica...don't go."
The stage is slowly being set, carefully put together.
Foxcia has been one of my favouritive FNAF ships, I just like the contrast and chemistry, it is almost natural for people to put Foxy and Chica together.
I often view Springtrap to be one with a troubled past for obvious reasons, many FNAF fanfictions have portrayed him as such.
I quite like how he's evolved into his own character, whereas when FNAF 3 first came out many people put him and Afton together, one body and one personality, but over time people broke that up to being two, enabling Springtrap to have a tragic side...being possessed by a child killer.
I've even noticed the same process happening to Ennard from FNAF SL it's gradually becoming its own character, fully separate from the other four.
Although many people see it as a 'he'.
Until the next chapter...Comedy Monarchy out.