#I got it. 📼 || Vanny

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Hearing him dismiss her fully, she nods and giggles a bit. “Alright. I’ll let you know when I got the target~” she replies, hesitating briefly before breaking off the transmission. She smiles to herself and quietly giggles, pressing her back up against the tree and shutting her eyes for a moment. She’d definitely get going in a moment...but she wants to sit here for just a bit. Just let herself revel in the conversation...let herself settle from that. Let herself process...and settle down. She swears, every time she hears his voice, even if it is a bit silly, her heart beats a million miles a second. As much as she used to prefer his much deeper voice, having heard a few clips through...unconventional means, she’s grown to love the goofier one Glitchtrap now possesses. God, that whole conversation was a roller coaster ride...

If he didn’t forget about Angel, kept obsessing...she’d reluctantly follow his orders. As much as she didn’t want to, just wanted him to herself...she rethinks her plan to stop his plans altogether. Making him wait will probably do something on its own...no, she needed to stick to her guns, too. She couldn’t just let a pair of purple eyes sway her as easily as that...

She wasn’t going to let Angel win. Angel is clearly inferior to her...Glitchtrap will see that. Eventually.

Settling a bit, she glances at the two once more, letting out a tiny laugh that’s entirely inaudible since she’s so far away. She grins as she steps back, disappearing into the trees...making her way to her next target. Night would soon fall...and she needed to get to her target soon. So she could get back to base...get back to her Glitch.

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Angel will definitely have to look back on that joke and laugh later, but right now she’s stuck in anxiety hell...so she’s a little too focused on that to focus on the joke. She sniffles a bit while Springtrap does his best to reassure her, smiling faintly and reaching up to cup one of his hands with one of hers, left speechless for a moment. He really does know exactly what to say to her...what to say to her to get her to feel better. To get her to feel less anxious about a situation...to get her to feel okay so quickly.

“...w-we should do this m-m-more often. Just...” she says, trailing off and looking at the oh-so-slowly changing sky. “...s-sit for a while o-outside, and...talk. Just s-sit and talk about th-th-things for a while. Th-things we can’t talk a-about with other people...I-I know you and I-I talk about things l-like that with Aerin a-and my therapist, respectively, b-but...talking to you m-more, it just...gives me s-so much more insight i-into who you really a-are. You...you’re just...a-absolutely perfect,” she says, sniffling a bit. She takes a moment to collect herself before speaking, wondering if she should discuss it...but she feels now is better than later.

“...I know I-I said so before, b-but...I grew up in a-a home where...no one r-really cared. My foster p-parents wanted a son...s-so for nine years, I-I grew up the w-weird kid. People called m-me Castiel instead...called m-me he, saw me a-as a boy. No o-one really asked me h-how I felt, so...I-I figured that was h-how it worked,” she starts, pulling her face out of his hands so she can lean against his chest, resting a hand on it before going on. “I...l-learned early on that m-my parents were abusive. They o-often beat me, called m-me horrible names...told m-me I’d never grow up t-to be anyone or a-anything useful or of n-note. I stopped being...s-someone I liked. I g-grew angry and violent f-for a couple of y-years as a child...m-my parents took the a-abuse up a notch. Th-they stopped just...beating a-and verbally insulting me. Th-they...started using me. S-saw me as something th-they could toy with...I-I-I grew up thinking th-that that was love. Th-that...if I wasn’t i-in pain, it wasn’t l-love, and the tiniest b-bit of kindness I e-experienced was luck. I g-grew up being told t-to never try to s-stand out or catch a-attention...so when I t-tried to show off a-accomplishments, good grades...they’d t-tell me I was t-too prideful. At seven...th-they taught me to h-hurt myself if I b-broke their rules. ‘C-cut your flesh for y-your sins. Pay with y-your sinner blood, or b-be disgraced in the e-eyes of the Lord,’ is...wh-what they often told m-me,” she explains, then she sighs, glancing at her arms before looking at him.

“I don’t tell y-you this to make y-you feel awful for wh-what I��ve endured, but...t-to help you see h-how much you mean t-to me. You’ve shown n-nothing but kindness and n-not asked a single th-thing in return...all y-you’ve asked in return i-is that I take c-care of myself, that...I-I just...stop hating m-myself because of what s-someone else that didn’t h-have my well-being i-in mind said. You’ve...sh-shown me how to b-be kinder to myself, a-and how far s-someone can go to f-fix their mistakes. You d-did horrid things because y-you thought those children w-were mistreated, so you th-thought you’d treat them b-better. You had the b-best of intentions for th-them...and...even though y-you could’ve easily rejected m-my help, you still g-got back up to f-fix things. You got b-back up to save th-them, to help th-them...when you kept t-telling yourself you couldn’t. Y-you still care so m-much about other people d-despite your past...and...y-you have easily the b-biggest heart of anyone I-I’ve ever met b-before.

“...you’re going to b-be a fantastic father t-to our children, robotic a-and organic. You’re a f-fantastic partner and father...I-I-I hope you know th-that, and I hope y-you trust me to b-believe it too. You’re th-the most perfect partner I-I could’ve asked f-for...and...I’m so l-lucky I have you. W-we’re both horribly scarred f-from our pasts, but...” she says, taking one of his hands and gently kissing the back of it before putting it to her cheek and nuzzling it softly, “w-we’re okay. And we’ll b-be okay...no matter wh-what.”

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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As much as Cassidy didn’t want Springtrap to backpedal, have more blood on his hands or murder on his conscience...she didn’t want these two coming back either. So when even Glitchtrap accepts his fate...she feels the tiniest bit of guilt. He finally got something right...but...no. This wasn’t okay. Vanny was a twisted fangirl that would do anything for him, and all he’d do is use her. He only liked her because she worshipped him. Even if he truly did love her...it wasn’t a good love. It was based on manipulation and a sick premise...even that wasn’t going to keep Cassidy from hating every part of it. She stands firm, watching as Springtrap tightens his grip on the two of them. She continues to glare at them, resting a hand on Springtrap’s shoulder.

“...it’s okay, Dad. This...this one’s necessary too...I’m not gonna be mad, and...neither is Mom,” she reassures him, hoping that’ll help. Even with their deaths under his belt too, she wasn’t going to just let him feel as bad as he would for this. She knows he’ll feel bad...and that’s what makes her want to stop him from doing that. She knows these two are monsters...and they won’t be changing anytime soon. They’ll just keep killing...Glitchtrap will, anyway. Based on the sounds Vanny’s making...she won’t be now.

Vanny starts to hyperventilate as Springtrap’s hold on her throat tightens, her body continuing to violently struggle, try to kick him off, try to get him away. She tries to scream, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to scratch at his arm, but she doesn’t really do any damage. She can feel her head grow lighter and lighter...but a lack of air isn’t what kills her. She’s able to hold her breath for a long time...no, what kills her is the sudden crushing of her trachea and the subsequent snap of her neck. A loud snapping noise comes from her neck as it happens, her body freezing up...and it’s over. She goes totally limp against the wall, her hands letting go of Springtrap’s arm, her head hanging while her mask stays on. Cassidy doesn’t even flinch at the noise, though the tiniest part of her feels bad for Vanny. Vanny was always crazy...she just wasn’t right in the head. She wishes she could’ve been helped...but no. Not here. She still glares at Glitchtrap though, unsure if this would kill him either...but she doesn’t care.

He’ll come back anyway. She knows he won’t be able to stay away...whether he lets himself be killed here and comes back later or he disappears doesn’t matter to her. She just cares that everyone that’s needed is alive.

She stays next to Springtrap, keeping a hand on his shoulder, though she’s still worried about Angel. She can’t tell if Angel is still awake or if she’s teetering on falling unconscious...so she hesitantly lets go of Springtrap and floats back downstairs to find Angel opening her eyes. She winces as she hangs her head and tries to remember what the fuck happened. It’s all fuzzy right now...it’s so hard to remember. She whimpers quietly, not hearing anything going on upstairs. She just sees...bodies. Unconscious ones, thankfully not dead ones...but bodies everywhere. She looks up as Cassidy comes closer to her, wrapping her arms around the confused brunette. Angel remains quiet, assuming that the logical thing has happened...Glitchtrap and/or Vanny are dead. She just remembers how furious Springtrap looked when he barged into the room...and she starts to worry. Is he okay?!

“S...Springtrap?!” she calls hoarsely, unable to get herself to stand on her own right now.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Even Cassidy starts to worry when Glitchtrap starts to disappear. She knows this won’t be the only time Glitchtrap would be an issue...William Afton himself would always find a way back. He already did it three times...twice as Springtrap, twice as Glitchtrap. The evil side of him will always find a way to come back...but if they can delay him for any period of time, she wants that. So when she notices him actually staying for Vanny, she’s definitely surprised. She seems concerned by the addition of being mentioned...of course he would try to control her too. A small click comes from the collar, the tiny light on it shutting off. It opens up on its own, falling off of Angel’s shoulders with a loud, metallic thump. Cassidy remains still for only a moment, quickly turning Angel’s body to get out of the room as quickly as physically possible. She heads down the stairs, waiting until she’s at the bottom floor and stepping back, not stopping until her back hits the wall. She pants softly, finding herself slipping out of control nearly immediately. Exhaustion overtakes her as her eyes close, eventually reopening to reveal Angel’s again. Angel quickly collapses, her back sliding against the wall while she leans her head back. She shuts her eyes again, not quite unconscious...but she’s extremely drained.

Cassidy, once she’s made sure Angel is going to be okay where she is, bolts back up the stairs and glares at Vanny and Glitchtrap, knowing the two can’t see them now. With her face hidden, Vanny’s look of shock is completely obscured as she looks at Glitchtrap, wide-eyed. He’s just...giving up? He’s giving up for her? She entirely expected him to just leave her. As much as she knew Glitchtrap cared about her now...she fully expected him to just abandon ship the second this kind of shit happened. She didn’t think he’d stay. She had accepted that fate, that she’d inevitably be left behind.

“Wait– you...you’re staying for me?” she says softly, then she looks back at Springtrap, shaking. Now she’s really afraid. “Wait!! Wait, you– ugh, can’t...can’t we work something out?! Look, look...he’s staying for me, he– uh. Doesn’t that count for something?! Like...Angel’s whole...giving people another chance thing? Like if he has that, he’s staying for me like he wouldn’t have before, then...doesn’t that mean there’s a reason to keep us alive?!” she yelps, hoping to whatever there is that this will work. “Can’t we like...work something out? Like...we’ll leave you guys alone if you let us go or we’ll at least leave...uh...here alone? Doesn’t that count?” she suggests, trying to save both their skins at this point. “We’ll quit stalking you guys and leave you guys alone if you let us go! Right?” she continues, looking over at Glitchtrap. She really has no idea if this will actually work...they’re both still dangerous as hell. Springtrap’s probably curious, considering Angel got so hurt...even if not horribly, she still got hurt.

But Vanny doesn’t want to lose this after they just got through talking about this shit! She just got Glitchtrap to agree to be with her and actually got him to care enough to be with her...she can’t just let that go.

“C-come on, man, there’s something here, right?!” she cries, feeling like she’s genuinely going to cry at this point. Cassidy glares at Vanny, growling and shaking. She was trying to weasel her way out of this, just like that?! The still furious child continues to glare at Glitchtrap and Vanny, not believing any of that for a second. They’d still be hurting people, taking people away from their families and their own lives. Controlling them like mindless drones...how can she just sit by and let that happen?!

“...whatever you wanna do, Dad. But I don’t trust them...they’re gonna keep hurting people...” she hisses. “She slapped and cut Mom...she tried to stab her and Glitchtrap almost hit her too. He screamed at her and at me when she told him to leave her alone...he’s just as bad as Luke and even if he leaves us alone he’s gonna keep hurting other people if we let him go! He’s probably gonna come back anyway but we can’t just let him get away with this!” she cries, blackened tears streaming down her face as she sniffles. “Mom almost lost the kids because she got so scared, she...it was bad. Really bad...if you wanna let them live then okay but we have to do something with them...”

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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And now Cassidy’s the one seriously panicking. Glitchtrap has a point...they won’t talk if Angel’s in the room, but Angel refuses to move. She’s paralysed...panic has overtaken her, and she isn’t moving at all. Vanny starts coughing as Springtrap lets up on the choking, laughing wildly as he glares and grits his teeth at them. She grins and pants, keeping ahold of his arm. She’s about to speak when Cassidy’s finally had enough...her own rage overrides her sense of reason as she growls and lets go of Springtrap’s ear, floating down to Angel. She’s going to be insanely weak after this...but she has no choice.

Floating down to Angel and grabbing at her shoulders, Cassidy’s body turns completely black, making herself visible on Angel’s shoulder to all three in the room. She glares at Glitchtrap and Vanny, Angel’s eyes widening as she gasps, her eyes initially turning fully black, the same of her tears. Her eyes then squeeze shut as she starts to shake wildly, then she hangs her head and almost falls over, leaning against Springtrap. She lets out some kind of small, pained noise before she calms down, her body no longer shaking. In only a matter of a couple of seconds, her eyes shift again...

To a very bright blue. Her scleras are pitch-black, her tears running black as well.

With Angel no longer in control of her own body, Cassidy’s made the decision to completely take over, grabbing at Springtrap’s vest tightly and gritting her teeth, both Angel and the spirit of Cassidy herself moving in tandem, though only Cassidy’s face moves along with Angel’s. She continues to glare at the two while Vanny stops in her tracks. She opens her mouth to shout, but “Angel” interrupts.

“Be...quiet...” she hisses, her voice no longer her own. Cassidy’s voice slips out of her mouth. “We can leave the room too...Mom can’t handle violence...but as long as I’m controlling us, Dad can kill you. Dad can break your necks if he wants to now. I don’t want him to go back on the progress he’s made, but if you two are gonna be like that about it...” she growls, letting go of Springtrap and stepping back. “...then Dad can kill you with me in the room. Mom can’t see any of us right now...and Mom doesn’t have to know about it if I don’t tell her. She’s gonna know you two died, but she’s not gonna know how cus I’m gonna keep her from knowing. So you’re gonna die today. And you’re gonna tell us how to get the collar off or I’m gonna let Dad torture you first. I don’t think you want that,” she threatens, her pupil-less eyes staring at Glitchtrap rather menacingly. Even with her soft features automatically making her less intimidating than she probably would be...but the combination of hearing such threats and having Cassidy visible as a blackened figure with white eyes and teeth showing...

...yeah, that’s probably intimidating.

Vanny’s sure as hell freaking out over it, tensing up and starting to shake a bit, but she tries to keep a brave face on under the mask. “No fucking way. No, you...no way in hell! You actually can do that?! But...wait!” she says, looking at Springtrap and tensing up even more, laughing nervously. “No, you– you wouldn’t kill us in front of your own fucking kid!! She’s a kid, didn’t you wanna make shit up to her?!” she screams, starting to struggle again.

“He killed me once. I don’t care what he does in front of me to you two. I forgive him now...and I just wanna have a happy family. You’re the bad guys, and you’re gonna get what you deserve,” Cassidy replies. She’ll gladly remain in control of Angel’s body as long as it takes to get the collar off and get these two taken care of.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Deacon stares back at Springtrap when the rabbit glares at him, partially glad that that seems to have gotten through to him. He stands up along with Springtrap, thinking for a moment in response to Springtrap’s question. He shuts his eyes in thought. “Top floor, door on your right...they have a few other tenants around, so you’ll have to be careful about being angry. I know that’s easier said than done, but still,” he answers, gesturing in the direction of their apartment.

He knows Springtrap’s about to take off, so for now he picks up Angel’s rings and beanie, figuring Springtrap’s probably about to take off without them. He does follow the rabbit though, quickly running toward the apartment while he puts Angel’s rings in his pocket and keeps her beanie in his hands. With Springtrap running a lot faster than he does, he’s bound to get there first, so while Deacon hurries, he figures Springtrap will be fine on his own. He just hoped Springtrap doesn’t take his words to heart...he didn’t want to be as harsh as he was, but he had to snap Springtrap out of it in any way he could. He had to do what he could to get him out of that state...he wasn’t about to let Angel be lost over some crackrabbit. Not if he could say or do something about it. While Springtrap runs off to Aerin’s, people in the streets see the panicking rabbit and either back away or just stand and stare. His presence was slowly becoming more and more known around town, so seeing the rabbit married to Angel running around like that made them worry in some manner.

Something was wrong, they could tell...but they didn’t know what.

Once Springtrap does reach Aerin’s and gets to their door, they open it pretty much as soon as they hear him up the stairs, the right side of their nose plugged up with a tissue, a blanket around their shoulders, and a white ferret around their shoulders. They stare at the rabbit and quickly sense something is wrong, furrowing their brow slightly. They sense his panic and step aside to let him in, wearing a spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of plaid pyjama pants, their hair tied back in a bun while they let out a small “hm”.

“What happened to her?” they ask, gathering from his panic that something happened to Angel. He always freaked out whenever something happened to her or he was afraid something happened, so they don’t need much else to go off of to get that something went wrong with her.

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Hearing Glitchtrap punch the wall right next to her head, Angel shrieks and cries even harder, gasping sharply when Glitchtrap yanks her closer. Her eyes snap wide open when he does so, staring him directly in the face while she grabs at the collar and continues to struggle. She glances at Vanny when she leaves to retrieve a box, then back at Glitchtrap. Cassidy, seeing what’s happening, growls and grips Angel’s shoulder tighter...

Angel continues to stare...but nothing happens. Nothing. Not even for a brief moment does her fear go down or her panicked state settle...she only seems to panic more, seeing the same purple eyes she’d seen in the game. As hypnotic as they may be, they don’t affect her, her eyes squeezing shut as she grabs at his hand and tries to push it away, trying to pull away from him as her wails and sobs go down to quiet cries, her words of defiance catching in her throat while she whimpers. Sniffling softly, she lowers her head and lessens her struggling, thoughts of her father and Luke running through her mind...

Luke had kidnapped her once too...her parents just never pressed charges. He took her away from her home in the middle of the night, abused her, and kept her at his home until the next day, when her parents simply gave him a slap on the wrist and his parents didn’t even know or care what really happened. They just knew some harlot was at the door...and they didn’t care. She was left to cry alone in her closet.

“...p-please...” she whimpers hoarsely, looking at him again, the theory of her inability be hypnotised only solidifying as she looks over his face, every part of his face and eyes, and doesn’t react any differently. “Please...just...stop, I-I...please, I don’t...I-I-I don’t want this, p-please, Glitch...they’re not...th-they’re not your children...th-they’re Springtrap’s, a-and...you...you can y-yell, scream, hit me a-all...all you want, b-but...you’ll never break m-me down...Luke never c-could fully, and...you...y-you never will...” she whimpers, shaking wildly, her breathing remaining uneven, her face burning from how hot her tears are. Her large hazel eyes stare at him even more, fear and worry filling them. “Please...j-just...let me go...I-I-I don’t want anyone t-to be hurt...” she pleads, whining and shaking even more. She keeps wanting to push away, but she’s completely frozen, her panic making her lightheaded and unable to move away.

Vanny soon returns with the box, setting it next to Angel on the bed and grinning under the mask...though her grin fades when she realises something. “...what the?” she mutters, seeing Angel stare directly at Glitchtrap...and not be affected...not in the slightest. “How...what?!” she squeaks confusedly, stepping back. “That’s...that’s just wrong. What the...how?! How are you resisting him?! What’s wrong with you?!” she yells. Okay. Glitch has to be letting her go now. He has to. If he can’t hypnotise her...wait. “Does the box work?!” she asks.

Even if the box is set off...nothing seems to get through. He literally can’t get to her.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Angel can only cry out and whimper as Vanny tightens her hold on her, the pain in her arms searing through her core as Cassidy readies herself to take over...but then Glitchtrap enters. Cassidy immediately freezes and backs away, eyes wide as she stares at Glitchtrap, feeling paralysed quite quickly. She whimpers and moves back toward Angel, covering her face and starting to cry again. She’s just starting to get over it again when Vanny grins at Glitchtrap’s response. She grabs ahold of the chain of the collar around the older woman’s neck, forcing her off of the bed while she digs her heels into the carpet to resist.

Then a knife’s at her throat. Just under her chin.

Angel gasps at the feeling of the blade pressing against her throat, her eyes wide with fear as she starts to really panic. Her eyes squeeze shut as she struggles, tears still streaming down her face. “N-n-no, please, I– my k-kids, please!!” she begs hoarsely, sobbing as Vanny slams her into the wall and presses the knife to her left cheek instead, smirking. It starts to cut in, leaving a small slice across the woman’s previously undamaged cheek. She cries and stops moving as to not make it worse, keeping her eyes shut.

“Your kids, your kids...you keep going on about the little gremlins. You realise we don’t care, right? You’re just fun to keep around at this point...” Vanny teases, grinning as she presses the knife against Angel’s shoulder. She’s about to stab in further...but she leaves it there for a moment, the next bit of time mostly just being spent teasing Angel with what they’re going to do, since they both got lost in just taunting her and not actually doing anything. Angel continues to cry and whimper the whole time, feeling increasingly dehydrated as time passes. It comes to a point where she can’t even cry anymore, feeling lightheaded and weak from stress and dehydration. She sniffles and cries out softly when Vanny starts to move again, though...she whimpers when Vanny and Glitchtrap seem to settle on something. The knife stays out, pulling back as Vanny’s about to stab her.

“SPRINGTRAP!!” Angel screams just as Springtrap barges in, earning a gasp as Angel hears him thumping up the stairs. She looks up at him when he comes in, her right cheek bruised, her left cheek cut, and one of Vanny’s hands pinning her to the wall. Vanny glances back just as Springtrap barges in, Angel’s eyes widening. “S-Spring!!” she cries, gasping as she’s finally let go. She immediately pushes herself away from the wall and starts to hyperventilate, gasping sharply when Springtrap lets out the loud, terrifying noise, reminding her of that VR game all over again. The game that started this mess to begin with.

Vanny’s mask stays on her face as Springtrap pins her and Glitchtrap to the wall, her hands grabbing at his wrist while she struggles and gasps for air. “F...uck...” she manages to choke out, trying to kick at the robotic rabbit, shaking a bit from the strain. She grits her teeth and tries to gasp for breath, her eyes shut tight. She can’t think straight with him holding her up like this, her mind growing hazier and hazier.

“DAD STOP IT!!” Cassidy cries, her voice heavily distorted. Angel can only stare in horror, her eyes wide as she watches her husband choking the two, her entire body filled to the brim with stress. “YOU’RE GONNA KILL MOM IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO CHOKE THEM!! STOP!!” she screams, sobbing while Angel moves in to hug him from behind, sobbing into his fur and grabbing at his vest tightly, her head screaming with pain, her sides feeling like they’re being eviscerated. She cries and whimpers, unintelligible begging let out while Cassidy starts yanking at Springtrap’s ear. “You can’t kill anyone in front of Mom or she’s gonna die!! Her heart can’t take it, stop!! Pin them there if you wanna but please don’t kill them!!”

“S-Spring, p...lease, I...p-please...” Angel whimpers, barely able to get any words out. Her mind’s a muddled mess, the nurse in the room standing upright and backing up against the wall, terrified out of his mind at the giant rabbit. He would help Glitchtrap, but he’s not daring to now.

“...y-you...can’t...kill...u-us...or...y-you’ll...heh...you’ll...n-n-never...get...that...c...ollar...off...” Vanny manages to get out, grinning under the mask. She doesn’t tell him who knows how to get it off though, thinking that’ll get him to stop. Unaware of Cassidy’s warning...Springtrap had better choose his next moves carefully.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Vanny grins as Glitchtrap pulls her in, smirking and plopping herself down into his lap, her arms draping over his shoulders again while she lightly straddles him. She giggles at his words and hums a little as she leans in to kiss at his nose, about to speak when she hears Angel start singing. She glares at the door as well, gritting her teeth and grabbing her mask. She puts it back on and gets off of Glitchtrap’s lap, huffing and resting her hands on her hips.

“For god’s sake...want me to shut her up? Unless you want to do the honours, Glitchy~” she says, grinning even more and giggling. “I’ve honestly been waiting for you to go ape on her since she and your other half did what they did with that stupid song...or, well. Waiting for you to let me go ape on her...honestly, I gave her a good snack when you left the room a bit ago. I thought that would keep her quiet...but it seems she’s not learning that lesson,” she growls, turning toward the door. Before he can really answer, she marches into the room, slamming her hand against the door frame, making Angel stop almost instantly. She yelps and tenses up, immediately pressing her back against the wall again and wincing, dropping the ice pack. Her visible cheek already shows a massive bruise, her hair having come out of the braid, her hair now quite messy. She lifts her arms and puts them in front of her face to shield herself, earning a loud laugh from Vanny. She whimpers pitifully in response and smirks.

“P-please, I’m...I’m sorry, p-p-please don’t...don’t hurt m-me, I...I’m sorry, I-I-I won’t do it a-again...I just...I d-do that when I’m u-upset, I’m sorry!!” Angel cries, whimpering in distress as she pushes herself against the wall even more. Cassidy growls, on the verge of taking over at this point. “Please!! I-I-I’m sorry!!” Angel cries again, begging for mercy. She can hear Vanny as she steps closer, screaming as her arms are pulled away from her face, gripped so tightly that they start to hurt. That’s definitely going to bruise. She cries out from the pain, whimpering and turning her head away from Vanny.

“Ugh, can you just shut up for two seconds please? We were having a little moment there and your singing ruined my honey bunny’s vibe,” she hisses, yanking Angel’s arms apart and pinning them to the wall. Angel whimpers and starts shaking violently, earning another wicked laugh from the younger woman. “It’s funny to hear you scream though~! Now...Glitchyyyyy, whaddya wanna do with her? I’m sure you got something great you can cook up for her~” she teases in a singsongy voice while Angel continues to sob and whimper, clenching her fists and biting at her lip.

“P-please stop...I don’t...I-I-I didn’t mean to h-hurt anyone, I’m...I’m s-s-sorry, I...please, my k-kids, I...I can’t...” she stammers, then she loses her ability to speak out of panic. Her head’s throbbing from a searing headache, her heart beating wildly...she’s terrified out of her mind, and without Springtrap anywhere to be seen, she’s panicking even more than before. She throws her head back and cries out. “S-SPRINGTRAP, PLEASE!!” she screams, hoping to God her screams will be heard. Heard by Springtrap, God Himself...someone. Anyone that can help her. She doesn’t want to be hurt anymore...she was already terrified of being beaten by Glitchtrap...now she’s scared of what they’ll do together.

She just wants to see Springtrap again...and now she’s terrified she never will. That it’ll be her fault...her fault that she didn’t tell him where she went.

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Deacon’s eyes widen when Springtrap gives out the location, running over to him and pulling him up before shoving him out the door. “Well get the fuck out and get her then!!” he shouts, panting heavily as he tries to get the giant rabbit out. “We’ll slow you down, we’ll wait at the house when you go. Just run! Fucking run!” he urges further, though he gives Springtrap Angel’s rings and beanie so they can hide away safely in the pocket in his vest.

Aerin stands as the two hurry to get Springtrap out, though they stay behind, blowing the candle out and picking up the rose quartz. They’ll keep that handy for if they ever need it again...they highly doubt they will though. They figure Springtrap is going to be very, very violent about this...they just hope he gets there in time. Based on what he’d said...things weren’t going okay.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Vanny laughs at Glitchtrap’s question of who she’d recommend, still grinning widely. “Oh come on now, Glitchy...you can’t expect me to not know that you know. You’re smarter than that~” she teases, tossing her legs over the other side of the table, keeping them crossed, her leg kicking slightly. “Somebody that’s been by your side from the start...somebody that’s been here since even before you came along as this, somebody that’s been fascinated with your work ever since she found out about it. Somebody that made her own rabbit mask out of paper mache, glue, and a bit of paint she found in her dear old pop’s old work shed...somebody that, even when it was a little stressful, kept an eye on that goody-two-shoes side of you and brought you back by sneaking your chip into a game so you could come back...” she says, hopping off of the desk and grinning as she walks over toward him, resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning over, resting her chin on one of his shoulders while her arms move to wrap around his waist.

“Somebody that’s been your favourite since the very beginning...somebody you even call your favourite on a regular basis~” she goes on, giving him a small squeeze and smirking. “Come on Glitchy...I know I don’t have to spell out who she is for you. I know I don’t have to tell you who or where she is...you didn’t even have to hypnotise her to get her to fall in love with you. You don’t even need to tell her what to do and she’ll do whatever you please...she’ll kidnap and torture whoever you want her to, she’ll kill anyone you want her to kill...she’ll do anything you ask of her. Her name starts with a V...ends with a y...

“...and she’ll gladly get your mind off of the girl you know keeps distracting you from what really matters~” she goes on, standing a bit straighter and draping her arms over his shoulders, her chin remaining on one of them while she tilts her head and smirks. “And Vanny will gladly help you get more followers, lead them to this little place of ours. She’ll do anything for her Glitch, come hell or high water...and she’ll gladly let you make her yours, if you feel the same way about her. She won’t force you...but she certainly won’t complain if she has to wait just a little longer. She’s waited a good few years to see you, months for you to come to your senses...she can wait a liiiiiiittle while longer if her Glitch needs some time~”

She can’t help but giggle at the end, staying where she is for now. By now she’s drowned out the tiny cries and whimpers in the other room, humming a little while standing in place. This has to be doing something for him...she knows she can’t beat around the bush with this. Even with that controller being there, she’ll gladly keep him entertained for a bit.

While Vanny and Glitchtrap continue with their shenanigans, Angel sniffles and sits up eventually, keeping the ice pack held up to her slowly bruising cheek. She sniffles for a bit while the nurse stays nearby, figuring he should at least somewhat help her while she’s here. She whimpers quietly, then she comes up with a thought. She shuts her eyes and starts to hum the song Springtrap had made, her voice carrying into the other room a bit, possessing a haunting echo to it...

Cassidy frowns as Angel starts to hum, feeling...very much in despair. She starts to worry...how long would it take for them to be found? She closes her eyes and keeps hugging Angel, shuddering. She can feel just how much pain she’s in...not just her back or her sides, but her face too. Her face hurts so much...she hasn’t been hit like that since she was last hit by Luke.

———————

Aerin nods while Springtrap speaks. He has just a bit more time. “If you can find a thought in his mind of where they are located, outside of the sights you can see...find that thought. You have only another half-minute before you are brought away...I cannot hold you in this space for much longer, so you must be quick and make haste,” they urge, keeping an eye on him. They definitely see his eyes glowing under his eyelids, but they don’t mention it. They watch as the flame flickers even more wildly, their eye growing wide as they start to slip.

“Hurry,” they hiss, shutting their eye so they can focus. That buys him another minute...but they can’t keep it going much longer than that. It’s just enough time for Vanny to finish talking and hear Angel’s slightly louder whimpers and her hauntingly beautiful humming in the back, if he’s listening for her. Aerin keeps their focus on the spell, but eventually, they can’t do it anymore. With just enough time to retrieve a thought about their exact location, if he can, they find it too strenuous. They let out a breath and pull their hand away, the flame on the large candle steadying just as Deacon arrives, opening the door and panting, still carrying Angel’s rings and beanie. He’d put her rings in the beanie, holding said beanie tightly while Aerin rests their hand on their head. Springtrap’s connection is cut off, their hand covering the left side of their face while they try to recover.

“Did...you guys...figure...shit...out?” Deacon pants, having run quite the distance in the cold. He’s shaking a bit from the cold, keeping the ring-holding beanie in one hand while he holds himself up against the door frame with the other. Aerin looks up at Springtrap with their remaining eye.

“Perhaps. Did you find their location?” Aerin asks, sitting up a bit more and glancing at the flame. It’s completely stopped...he’s definitely back in his own body again.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Aerin watches as Springtrap picks a stone, getting up and closing the curtains once he picks out the rose quartz. They then sit back down, keeping their legs crossed and picking up the remaining stones so they can put them away. Picking up the marker once more, they wait for him to transfer that bit of remnant into it. Once he does that, they give him a nod, picking up a lighter and blowing out the wider candle’s flame. They set that candle aside, placing the much taller one in the holder and lighting it instead.

“Place the stone in the centre of the pentagram once you have transferred that bit of remnant into it. Once you have done so, hold the bag with both hands and close your eyes...concentrate on the stone you selected. Think as that side of you would; let yourself be consumed by those thoughts, and get into that frame of mind. Once you have done that, redirect those thoughts into locating where that side of you would lead you to put yourself. When you have found that place, put every ounce of energy and thought into focusing on it,” they instruct. “Listen to my voice...and heed my words,” they finish. When he does all of that, they look toward the paper, drawing a couple of other symbols into the paper, inside the points of the pentagram that they hadn’t marked. They begin to recite the spell they had written on the other sheet.

“For one whose eyes grow wet and weary,

“For one whose eyes grow wide and cheery,

“One of protection,

“One of destruction,

“Heed my call,

“Heed your fall.

“Let us in, I plead,

“Let him in...take the lead.”

With that, they set their marker in their lap and watch the candle close...watching it flicker wildly. With their spell completed, they glance at Springtrap...though by this point, Springtrap is no longer seeing through his eyes. He can see through Glitchtrap’s eyes now, into Glitchtrap’s head...just as he did when he was in purgatory. He can hear some things as well, though they sound far away. Clear, but far away. Just as Aerin said though, he only has a couple of minutes to take in the information he needs. They keep their hand on Springtrap’s arm to help, closing their eye.

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Vanny hums as she walks in, walking over toward Glitchtrap and smiling a little. She leans against a table, one hand resting on it while she thinks. “You know...this is an awful lot of trouble to go through for just one girl. I get that your other half likes her...but...well...” she starts, smiling as she pulls her mask off partially, only having her mouth and lips visible. She grins and giggles. “As much as I don’t like to go against your wishes,” she continues, pushing her mask up to only show one of her eyes, glancing at him with her glowing purple irises, her pupils as tiny as pinpricks, just as they’d been since she was hypnotised, “wouldn’t it be even better to go after somebody that’s a little easier to get to, hm? I know, I know...good things come to those who wait. But you’ve been waiting...maybe she’s not such a good thing~”

With that, she takes off her mask entirely, sitting on the edge of the desk. She rests a gloved hand on the desk, her other hand resting on her hip. She grins a bit more, hoping she might convince him here...seeing that the process is so frustrating, maybe he’d be willing to change his mind. She pulls her eyes away from him, as hard as it is to do, taking off one of her gloves and glancing at her nails, noticing that the neon purple’s starting to wear off. Her favourite colour used to be pink before she discovered him...of all colours, pink. She used to be the typical straight-A student. A teacher’s pet...the top of every class. But, of course...no one expects the straight-A kid to be the one that would end up with ties to a killer.

She found it funny at times...but she had a fascination and a deep obsession with true crime before him. Then she heard about him after hearing about the murders...hearing about his death at Freddy’s. She looked into him for the hell of it...and she doesn’t know how or why, but something clicked. She started obsessing...she kept that “good girl” façade up in school, of course.

No one expected her to go insane.

Humming, she pulls herself out of her thoughts, resting her now uncovered hand on her hip again and looking at him. “See...who’s to say it’s gonna be worth it to get her in love with you, hm? She’s way too damaged from all the shit she’s been though in the past...you said it yourself, she went through a lot. You’d have to be real careful with her...plus, her docs said she could easily die from this. What’s the point in getting attached if she’s probably gonna die anyway? Then you just have two bratty kids running around, reminding you of her...I dunno, you seem like you’d be better off with somebody that isn’t gonna be a massive hassle~” she explains, leaning a little closer, her hair falling off of her shoulders. “She can’t fight, can’t even protect herself to save her life...

“...anyway,” she says, straightening a bit and grinning. “Is there anything I can help with, Glitchy? Whatever you need...I’m your girl~” she semi-teases, wondering if that would be enough of a hint. If not, she could try again another time. She will be mildly annoyed...but it’s fine. “I’m sure it’ll be fine though. Whatever your plan is for her, I’m sure it’s gonna be great. New recruits out of her kids would be great though...raise ‘em up to follow you? A lot easier to teach a kid the right way than an adult.”

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Aerin listens as Springtrap paces and explains the situation, nodding every now and again while they take everything in. They let out another small “hm” in thought when he asks them if they can help, shutting the door and putting a hand to their chin while they think. They nod in response, quickly taking the tissue out of their nose and tossing it in the trash can by their couch. They say nothing at first, walking toward their room and grabbing a few things...

Their living room is quite darkly coloured, but very open and clean; a large blue couch with an equally large black coffee table sit in the centre of the living space, a connected kitchen off to the side, much like Angel’s home but much smaller. The appliances are very much updated, a large window right by the door, deep purple curtains pulled apart. The apartment itself smells like lavender and sandalwood, a pretty calming mix of scents; it’s subtle, but it’s there. A stick of sandalwood incense is burning on the small black table by the left arm of the couch, a hallway next to said table leading toward their room and a full bathroom. A massive dream catcher hangs above the couch, the soft carpeting a deep purple colour, the walls a deep shade of blue, though the room is very bright thanks to the light outside.

They eventually exit their room, carrying an assortment of items; a protection bag with a pentacle and a dagger-like charm attached to the top by a string (inside is a cone of incense, hair of a white wolf, a couple of stones, and a couple of other charms for protection); several stones to help with communication and calming; a tall but thin white candle; and a piece of paper. They set these items on the bigger table, quickly putting the ferret away in his cage, retrieving a second (gently used) scentless candle, and sitting by the table. They gesture for Springtrap to do the same, putting the thick candle in the candle holder. They hand Springtrap the starry bag when he sits with them, their legs crossed while they sit up straight and light the candle.

“I understand that time is of the essence. However, I need you to calm yourself before I explain. Yes, I can help you, yes, I can help Cassidy, and yes, I can help Angel. However...what I am about to do will require your utmost focus and as much clarity as you are capable of. I understand you are upset, and you are in grave distress, and I understand that Angel is in danger. But I must have you clear your head at least some before I do what I am about to do,” they reply. “Watch the flame while I explain,” they instruct, getting up to retrieve something else...another piece of paper, this one black, and a white marker. They sit back down, drawing a few odd symbols on the paper, grabbing the stones and placing them on their specific runes. They draw a pentagram in the centre, one final symbol in the middle. The middle spot remains empty while they place the second candle neaby, waiting to light it until he’s settled some. When they feel he’s settled enough to speak to, they explain.

“I need you to, as quickly as you can, focus on channeling your other side’s energy into one item on your body, whether it be your vest or your bow, or one of the other stones I have within my bag,” they say, taking out their bag of stones, placing them in front of Springtrap so he can pick one. There are only a few; a rose quartz, a vesuvianite, a green moss agate, an ocean jasper, a malachite, a serpentine, a green aventurine, and an amethyst. They set their bag aside while they rest a hand on Springtrap’s arm gently, taking deep breaths. “I can open a channel for you to see through your other half’s eyes. I cannot give you the ability to take control...however, I can allow you to see through his eyes, so you may find where he is located, see what is going on with Angel, if he is near her. I need you to focus on which stone you are pulled to...hover one hand over them, and pick the one that speaks to you, if your vest or bow do not. Keep the protection bag in your dominant hand. Allow your non-dominant one to decide. When you have picked a stone to attach that part of you to, I will recite the spell to give you the ability to see through him, and perhaps even see in his thoughts. You will only be able to do so for a limited amount of time...so search fast. Because I am ill, I cannot help as much as I normally would, but I can at least give you this.”

———————

Angel had entirely expected him to hit her...she braced herself for it when she felt him move. She expected him to get angry, scream at her, hit her or the wall...it was just how it was going to be. She knew it...she’d been here before. So when he instead pulled away from her...it was a shock.

She whimpers softly, looking up at him fearfully when he pulls back. She feels even more afraid that he’s pulled away, pushing herself back against the wall again, her heart pounding wildly against her aching chest. She winces and flinches harshly as he gets loud once more, letting out a shaky breath when he finally leaves the room, leaving her with Vanny and the nurse as the only people on Glitchtrap’s side to deal with. She leans her head back and shakes even more, letting out a quiet wail and a few choked sobs when he finally goes away, crying heavily while she hangs her head and covers her face with both hands. She wishes she could’ve just stayed quiet...but no. If she didn’t talk back, she’d never be able to say she didn’t fight somehow. She can’t physically fight him...if she tried, she’d die or be severely injured...but she couldn’t just take that.

Vanny, seeing Glitchtrap storm off, glares at Angel. She marches over, grabbing her by the leash and yanking her forward, earning a pitiful gasp. Out of anger, Vanny growls and slaps her across the face, earning a high yelp of pain, Angel’s body shaking as Vanny shoves her back. Angel lifts a hand up to her face as Vanny steps back, clenching her fists and glaring at the terrified woman. Angel whimpers, sinking into the mattress before lying on her side, facing the wall and curling up into a ball. She quietly cries to herself, hugging herself tightly since there’s no Springtrap to hold onto, her cheek already turning pink from the harshness of the smack.

Cassidy quickly hugs Angel, burying her face in the woman’s collarbone while hugging her, hoping her hugs will help hold her off until her husband gets here. She hopes he does soon...she needs him to get there soon. Angel might not end up going into premature labour right now...but she’s still insanely stressed. She’s not going to be handling this well...not at all.

“You’re not worth his time...” Vanny hisses under her breath so Glitchtrap won’t hear, unsure of just how angry he’d be at her if he knew about this too. She storms out of the room, slamming the door shut and huffing angrily. She can still hear Angel’s pitiful cries in the room while the nurse tends to the mark on her face, retrieving an ice pack and handing it to her. Angel continues to cry, but the pack helps. Vanny settles herself down a bit, walking toward the room Glitchtrap is in, though she doesn’t enter.

“Glitchyyy...is it alright if I enter or do you just need to be alone a lil bit?” she asks, keeping a calm tone, not wanting to upsetting. “Real sorry ‘bout Angel there...she’ll see your way eventually. Even if she’s gonna be stubborn, just look at me...once she gets to know how things work around here I’m sure she’s gonna love you~” she reassures him, though on the inside she’s seething.

Seething that Angel didn’t obey him...but even more enraged that he’s still obsessing over her. Even with that much resistance...he’s so fucking determined.

Goddammit.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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“Shit...so now he probably has some way of messing with spirits, then. Fuck,” Deacon mutters, resisting the urge to bite at his nails. He’s working to break that shitty habit...he’s been good about it for a good few months now, but it still sneaks up on him every now and again. “...we need to at least keep the kids out of this, then. Keep any of the others away from this shit. No doubt in my mind he’s probably already trying to fuck with them. Based on what you guys said about him...he’s probably gonna use mind games to get to either Cassidy or Angel, if he even bothers with Cassidy. Considering how close the two are...” he trails off before stopping entirely, a thought coming to mind.

“...fucking hell. Yeah, we...we gotta get a plan together fast. If we don’t get there soon, Angel’s gonna stress right the hell out. She’s only at five months...if she gets too stressed, she’s gonna go into labour,” he says, though he tries to keep it quiet, mostly just thinking aloud at this point. He pauses. “...wait. Wait, I might have an idea. You...remnant. He has the other part of your remnant in him, right? If he does, there should be some way for you to get through to that. You can’t get sick and I personally don’t give a shit...uh. Aerin’s house isn’t that far away. If we run over, we can ask them about it. They know more about communication with spirits than me, so maybe they can help explain things better. I got an idea, but...I dunno how to word it,” he suggests, getting on his knees and placing a hand on Springtrap’s shoulder. “Come on, buddy...you gotta trust me on this. You can’t sit here and cry the entire time. Get her stuff, we can get there in just a few minutes if you get your ass in gear now.

“I know this hurts. I know it’s gonna hurt to get up and get out of here. But we’re not gonna get to Angel just curling up in a ball and sobbing. You gotta stay with me, okay?” he says, not touching Springtrap anywhere else other than his shoulder, not wanting to upset him further. “We’ll get her back. No virus-glitch-parasite thing is gonna take her away, not on our watch. We still have a shot but we gotta go now.”

He isn’t sure how to comfort people in these situations...Angel knows just what to say and do to calm him down. Deacon doesn’t have a clue what he can do without it being at least a little awkward.

“She got you out of that horrible horror attraction. She helped you get better. She helped rebuild your suit, made you a ring, gave you her father’s ring, something she would never give to just anyone. She holds those things close to her like you wouldn’t believe. She saved you from that game, and now she’s taking down an entire company so you, she, and the kids can all move on and get better. Fuck, she’s willing to stay with you even after her own body’s given out. She’s willing to almost give up her life so you two can have kids together. Anyone else would’ve taken that heart problem warning and gotten rid of the kids before delivery...but she’s gonna carry them to term. You can’t give up on her now...I don’t know what else would get you out of this. You can cry with her when we have her back, but right now we need to get this shit sorted.”

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Vanny watches Angel and Glitchtrap with a grin still on her face while Angel whimpers and pushes herself against the wall as much as she can, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as Glitchtrap corners her. “G-go away...go away!!” she cries, covering her face with her hands while she lets out choked sobs and occasional wails of distress, one of her hands eventually moving down to her stomach. “G-g-go away, you...you’ll n-n-never be as good a-as him!! He’s...he’s f-far stronger than you c-could ever hope to b-be!! He’s been fighting f-for over a year, h-h-he fought in purgatory, h-he fought against you f-for well over thirty y-years so he’d never m-make the same mistakes! G-giving into that corruption a-and violence makes you s-so much weaker than h-him...

“T-true strength doesn’t come f-f-from cheap tactics to i-intimidate and...and hypnotise, t-to manipulate and control, i-i-it comes from growing a-and becoming a better p-person. If you’ve really n-not learned a thing a-about that from your p-past, then...then you’re f-far weaker than even I-I am!!” she screams, keeping herself from looking at him, her voice hoarse and shaky. She whimpers as she winces and doubles over, stress and fear causing Braxton Hicks contractions...thankfully not real ones, but they’re just as fear-inducing. She pants and whimpers quietly, her hair hiding her face. She can hear her heart thump in her ears, her heart leaping up to her throat while she continues to sob uncontrollably.

Vanny glares at the woman for insulting Glitchtrap like that, gritting her teeth. “Watch your mouth. Your precious little ‘Springtrap’ is nothing like him. You’ll see our way soon enough...you know he’s right.”

“N-no!!” she wails, keeping her eyes closed while she keeps her head down, the collar pressing on the back of her neck as she finally gets over the false contractions. She whimpers as she presses her back against the wall again and lowers her head, sniffling and hiccuping out of fear. “You’re...you’re just a-a-as horrible as Luke e-ever was to me!!” she shouts, starting to hyperventilate. She tries to push away, whimpering as she pulls her legs in closer to her, though it’s difficult with her stomach in the way. “S-Springtrap would never force m-me into loving him...h-he’d never do this t-to me. If you r-r-really cared about me o-or loved me at a-all, you’d never do th-this!!”

She can feel Fredbear’s claws sink into her sides...more than that, she can hear and feel every horrid word, degrading slur, and touch anyone’s ever said to or given her. This is wrong...it feels wrong. It feels horrible, she’d throw up from the stress if she could. She can feel Glitchtrap’s eyes on her, her fear only worsening. If it were Springtrap pushing her into a wall with a collar and leash around her neck...she’d be fine. She’d be into it, even; he knows what she’s okay with and what she’s not, he would make it safe and sound for her...but this? It’s disgusting. It’s vile and she hates every second of it...it’s suffocating.

She feels like she could pass out from strain at any second now.

Under the mask, Vanny rolls her eyes. “Should I just get one of the boxes?” she asks, a bit tired of Angel’s screaming now. She’ll let Glitch decide though. While Angel screams, Cassidy trembles by her shoulder, keeping her own face hidden, fear overwhelming her as well. She sobs along with Angel. Seeing the old suit that led her away and killed her, seeing him pressure Angel like that, trying to get her to look at him...feeling, seeing, and hearing the shit going on in Angel’s mind...it’s all too much. It’s too much for her to take...and she hates it. She whimpers and hugs Angel tightly.

“P-please...mom...calm down...” she begs quietly, but her begging does nothing to soothe Angel. She just wants Springtrap back...

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Deacon nods, folding his arms and huffing in thought before shaking his head. “It’d be damn near impossible to actually find him, if he did that. I could see if I could track him down...I have the technology at my disposal to do that, but I’m not sure. If he affects tech like you guys said he can...he could easily block out any trackers I’d put to use. He could’ve hidden his location from a variety of things by this point. I don’t know him like you would, but he seems like he’d think every possible venue through as much as possible. He doesn’t seem like he’s gonna be as ‘easy’ to beat...” he ponders aloud, though the question of Cassidy bugs him.

“I know I asked already, but...did you see if something happened to Cassidy? Again, I’m not getting anything from her...anything at all. Not through the stone, anyway...” he comments, concerned that Glitchtrap might have the ability to mess with spirits now...because that’s what they need. Even more panic and pressure to get this shit done. He thinks for a moment, trying to figure out something. Angel mentioned something about a girl, Vanny...

Vanny must’ve been the one that got her, then. Everyone would lose their shit if they saw that fucking suit running around, or spotted him while he was hiding. Unless he was hiding really well, no one could’ve missed another seven foot tall rabbit. No way in hell. That’s like shoving a white elephant in a room with black walls and bright-ass lighting and expecting no one to see the white elephant in the room.

So it had to be Vanny, or somebody else working under him.

“I have no idea how you’d do that either. I think only you’d know how to do that...I’m clueless if I don’t know where the hell he is. It would take a while to actually find his hiding spot anyway, disregarding the whole...y’know. Actually hacking into his systems. What did you do the last time you got to talk or interact through him?”

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Vanny grins at Glitchtrap’s explanation, giggling and bouncing a bit in place for just a moment. “Considering how much influence Cassidy has over what Angel’s body does, that’d definitely help out with getting her to see your way, wouldn’t it?” she replies, as much as she hates to say that. Angel’s here now...Vanny can’t do anything about that. She just has to deal with it now...she just hopes it’ll be a phase.

“Ooooo...I bet it’s gonna be cool to see them. I bet they’re gonna look real cute on ya too, I have wondered what you’d look like if you wore glasses~” she comments. She can’t help but throw a compliment at him too...she needs to stroke his ego, after all. Of all the things she’s great at, it’s definitely the one she’s proudest of being good at. She grins, about to go on...

By that point, Angel’s eyes have opened about halfway, sluggishly looking over the room she’s in. This...isn’t her bed. It’s not the couch either...it isn’t even a place she’s been to before. Her eyes snap wide open as she recalls what happened before she passed out. She gasps sharply and immediately pushes herself to sit up as much as she can, tears quickly filling her eyes as she looks around frantically, feeling her heart rate skyrocket out of fear. She can only think to cry...cry and scream. Scream for Springtrap...so she does.

“S-SPRINGTRAP?!” she cries out, shaking, her shoulders weighed down slightly by the weight of the collar, the chain leash saying in front of her. It’s a bit short, but Vanny figured it wouldn’t matter. Pushing herself up a bit more, she starts to really panic, her panic-addled head pounding as she pushes herself away from the entryway, since she’s facing it. She stares at the nurse in the room and whimpers softly, tears dripping from her chin as she bites at her lip, forcing herself to sit up completely. She curls up as she pushes her back against the wall, since the bed’s right up against it. She starts to twitch and shake wildly, sharp, panicked gasps for air near deafening for Cassidy. Angel squeezes her eyes shut and cries for Springtrap again, her hands gripping at the covers tightly while she hangs her head and starts to sob uncontrollably, stress causing her to shut down quickly.

Cassidy whimpers and rests a hand on Angel’s shoulder, feeling fury and fear mix in the worst possible way. She cries softly, whining as she tries to force Angel to settle, not wanting her to stress out too much. She’s only at five months...but too much stress could easily cause premature labour. Considering how stressed and anxious she normally is, this could quickly become an ugly situation.

“Angel, c-calm down, please!! The kids!” Cassidy cries, keeping ahold of Angel’s shoulder while Angel grabs at her head and whimpers softly.

Hearing the commotion cut her off, Vanny resists the urge to scowl. Hearing Angel scream and cry though...eh. That’s a little better. She grins and hums a little, strolling over to the room, though she keeps a distance so Glitchtrap can take the reins. She makes sure her face is hidden by her mask though. She can’t help but snicker a little, though she does it quietly.

Don’t want to upset Glitch, now does she?

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Deacon grits his teeth and furrows his brow as Springtrap cries, seeing Angel’s rings and beanie on the ground. He doesn’t say anything at first...what can he say? He can’t really say much of anything...he’s just as lost about this as Springtrap. He bites at his lip and forces himself to calm down, shaking his head.

“I-I don’t know, what kind of place would you have hidden away in?” he asks. “I mean...past you, not...ugh, I say stupid shit when I’m stressed. What would past you have done, if he wanted to steal somebody away and hide them, if he wanted to keep somebody away from someone else?” he questions, hoping his questions will help. He tenses. “But...wait. Before you start running away again, did Cassidy say anything? I can’t hear her at all, and I have her stone with me...shit, did he do something to her?” he thinks aloud, trying not to sound too panicked...but it’s hard to not sound at least a little freaked out. He shudders a bit, not entirely knowing what to do.

But he’s assuming they shouldn’t rush in without a plan. It’s William Afton going up against...a kinder version of himself, but still himself. They can’t just go in without having a semblance of an idea of what to do...as important as it is to get her back quickly, they need at least some prep time before that.

“Look, I know you’re gonna be mad at me for saying this, but we gotta get home. We gotta plan for this...it’s you going against a meaner side of you, we can’t fuck with that. Get up, we’ll figure this out...we’ll put her stuff on the table for when we get her back. We’ll get her back as quickly as possible...but we have to be careful,” he says, reaching out so Springtrap can take one of his hands. “You can’t be the sad rabbit now. We have time to be sad about this later, but right now we need to fucking move. Running headfirst into nothing might take less time, but sitting here and crying up a plan before doing that isn’t gonna help. I’m sure Elizabeth or somebody else at the house can help.”

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Angel is indeed carried off into the room, gently set down on a bed on her side, her body curling up slightly, a green light on the collar shining brightly. She’s definitely going to be sore from Vanny’s handling of the situation...her head’s surely going to be the sorest part of all. Despite a lot of things being sore thanks to this, she’ll definitely have a headache when she wakes...though not entirely because of the attack. Cassidy is furious...beyond furious. She’s enraged, absolutely pissed...she’s every word for seething rage that could possibly exist. If she could be heard right now, she’d be audibly growling...loudly. Her teeth are grit tightly, her eyes pitch-black, blackened tears streaming past her jawline and to the floor. She’s sure to be furious when Angel wakes...Angel’s going to be so confused and scared. She’s going to be downright terrified...

She’ll definitely want to fight back if she can. She’ll want to...but she won’t really be able to. She’ll just be at the mercy of whoever’s there...especially with this stupid collar and leash around her neck. Cassidy can’t contact anyone either...she’s stuck.

Cassidy glares at the nurse, knowing said nurse can’t see her. An unnoticeable “fuck you” to everyone around her except Angel in the form of a glare...but she knows she’s going to panic again when Glitchtrap shows up. She just knows she will...he made her panic last time. She whimpers, floating around the area, but static fills her head the farther away she gets from Angel...it starts to hurt. Really bad. So, instead of torturing herself, she whimpers and forces herself to hide in the room with Angel...and she starts to panic when she feels Angel start to wake.

“Hmm...I dunno, she put up more of a fight than I thought she would when I was in there with her. She’s...kinda tough for a pregnant lady. Didn’t mean anything to me though~” Vanny replies, then she giggles. “Oh, I’m sure they won’t be finding us. I mean...your other half might have been screaming when we got away, but it’s not like he’s gonna find us...and even if he does, I’m sure you got a great plan lined up for us~” she says, humming a bit. She follows Glitchtrap, keeping her cheery persona going.

She has to...besides, again...he’d eventually see what’s going on. Just a minor detour...he’d realise it. She just has to be patient.

She’ll always be his favourite.

“Soooo...what’re you working on then, hm?” she asks, figuring he’s okay with her asking. She usually got curious about new plans he was hatching...she’s his right-hand girl, after all. Partner in crime...her eyes can practically see stars just thinking about it. “By the way...I hope you don’t mind that I added that little chain. I didn’t really need it...but I figure we could keep it there, just in case. ‘Why just have the collar, why not go all-out’, is what I thought. I don’t like messing with your already great plans...but I figure you’d like something like that,” she explains, checking her device, seeing that another target’s been taken. She giggles. “Got another recruuuit~ Should I tell everybody else to take care of it while you’re busy with the little lady in there?”

She grins. She can’t help it...working near him just makes her so giddy. It’s the best spot to be, at least to her.

Meanwhile...Angel doesn’t take all that long to wake. It only takes a few minutes of her being on the bed for her to wake up, the feeling of cold, somewhat heavy metal around her neck and an unfamiliar bed, one that definitely isn’t as comfortable as her memory foam mattress, waking her...and it’s not pleasant. She lets out a tiny, whiny cooing noise, her eyelids squeezing tightly together. She shudders a bit, the feeling of not waking up with Springtrap nearby quite an unpleasant feeling to have. She lets out a small, pitiful whine, her head absolutely killing her.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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Seeing Springtrap screaming and crying...yeah, that’s a bad sign. Deacon had arrived by himself at the exact wrong time. He had tried to call out to the frantic-as-fuck rabbit, seeing that the once-happy kids were now mildly freaking out over the rabbit running around and calling out for his wife. He chases after Springtrap when he drops to his knees and screams for Angel, finally finding a good time to ask him what the hell happened. He doesn’t touch Springtrap though, knowing what it meant when his eyes glowed. His heart’s in his throat as well, his bright lime green eyes wide as he looks around, his greyish-brown hair tied back in a semi-man bun while he’s dressed pretty warmly. He gets in front of Springtrap, but not too close.

“Spring?! What the fuck happened?!” he yells, panting a bit. As tough and athletic as he is, he’s still human...he needs to breathe. Faint puffs of white come from his mouth from the cold air meeting his warm breaths, a surprising amount of fear overtaking him. He looks up, toward the park. “Shit...shit, where was she last?!” he asks, them he answers his own question. “...fuck...” he mutters, stepping back. “I didn’t get here soon enough...goddammit, no, no no no...” he mutters, starting to panic himself. He takes a few breaths though, trying to figure out what to do.

She can’t have gone far...no, she’s gone far. It’s been twenty fucking minutes...but where the hell would she be by now?!

“Uhh...shit, she didn’t bring her phone either!” he whisper-yells. He couldn’t just track down where she was now...he can figure out easily who took her. It had to have been Vanny...it couldn’t have been anyone else, right? But where the hell would she be hiding?! It wasn’t like anyone could just find her. Even Deacon had been stumped on it, and he could find pretty much anyone.

This isn’t gonna be pretty...

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Meanwhile, Vanny has to resist the urge to growl when Glitchtrap strokes Angel’s face, a move that deeply pisses her off...but she hides it very well. She just smiles, keeping her sourness to herself. He’d see Angel isn’t all that soon...he would. He had to...his praise to her about being the best is enough to prove that. She grins under her mask, giggling and resting a hand on her hip, a small wink barely visible under it, her visible human ears a bit pink, the same of her cheeks, though those are hidden.

“Anything for you, Glitchy~” she replies, glancing at Angel. “Now...let’s get inside before any of us freezes our asses off. Plus...I guess we better set her down. Poor Winona’s arms must be getting tired from carrying that much,” she says in a bit of a singsongy tone, naturally having that when she’s physically near the patchwork rabbit. She clasps her hands together and grins under the mask, humming as she strolls inside. Once Glitchtrap moves, the other three walk in after her, Angel’s body remaining limp for now. If she were conscious, she’d be crying and screaming...she’d have vehemently fought back against Glitchtrap’s touch.

Vanny can’t help but grin at the thought. He’d see her way soon enough. Even with hypnosis, there was no way Angel would be a good fit for him...she was too afraid of people in general to just stay here. She’d be too soft...wouldn’t be useful. Not at all. Especially not with her being pregnant and all; she was slow, her reflexes weren’t fast enough, she’s generally just not all that athletic...the most she has going for her is a strong back and legs. That’s really it; she’s not agile like Vanny is. She can’t sneak around...

She’s weak.

“Soooo...need me for anything else? She should be waking up soon...I can stick around with ya when she does, make sure she doesn’t do anything~” Vanny offers with a grin, taking off her mask, her glowing purple eyes staring at Glitchtrap expectantly, ready and waiting for his next command...just as they’d always been. Her crazy infatuation had been there for a long while...she would’ve been genuinely happy to work beside him, regardless of the hypnosis. She keeps walking along with the group as they carry Angel off to wherever Glitchtrap instructs. Vanny attaches her mask to the strap on her hip, tying her hair up in a ponytail.

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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As much as she hated why he was giggling...Vanny was always happy to hear him being happy. With him hanging up, all she needed to do was wait. Shouldn’t take all that long, really. She keeps her mask on, letting the person accompanying her know they were about to get to it. It takes a few minutes, but eventually...

Angel eventually gets up, smiling a little. She debates telling Springtrap where she’s headed, but she figures he’ll be okay; she’d only be a couple of minutes at most. She does stay still for a moment though, watching him play and sing with the kids. She hums happily and walks off toward the bathroom, her entrance being just enough of a signal to Vanny and her accomplice. The two grin and follow the woman, glancing at Springtrap, seeing that he’s completely distracted. With that in mind, they enter quietly, lying in wait. It doesn’t take very long before Angel comes out to freshen up, looking in the mirror and tucking a few stray strands of hair out of the way while she’s at it. She’d taken both of her rings off, setting them on the sink so she could get herself ready, thinking nothing of the quiet noises of two other people inside. It’s a park bathroom, so of course two other people would be there. Making sure she’s presentable, she’s about to reach for her rings...

But Vanny wasn’t letting her retrieve them so quickly.

With a yelp, Angel is yanked back by her hair, earning a pained scream that’s cute off by a black-gloved hand around her neck. Vanny grins, not seeing the tiny ghost girl that appears...but it’s no matter. Angel screams into Vanny’s hand and struggles, keeping a hand on her stomach out of fear of being stabbed, screaming and pleading to be let go. She’s too far away to be heard by anyone though...her muffled screams for help, pleads to be free...they’re only echoing within the bathroom. Grabbing a metal collar-like device, Vanny lets go of Angel’s hair and puts said collar around the woman’s neck, a chain leash keeping Angel restricted. She gasps when she’s freed, but her relief is only temporary as she’s grabbed by the shoulders and smacked into the wall, a cut off yelp elicited from the sudden pain...but she quickly falls unconscious, quickly caught by the much stronger woman with Vanny. Not wasting a moment, the stronger woman picks Angel up, the two quickly booking it out of the bathrooms and into the cover of the trees. Along the way, Vanny presses a button on the collar...

Cassidy, panicked that Vanny’s getting away with Angel, quickly materialises beside Springtrap, grabbing one of his ears, crying and shaking. “D-Dad!! Vanny, Mom went...went to the bathroom, she- MOM’S BEING K–” she starts to scream...but then the button is pressed...and something goes horribly, terribly wrong. She suddenly lets go of Springtrap’s ear, her tiny hands moving up to her face, cupping her cheeks while she floats backward. As if her body’s made of TV static, her form starts glitching the fuck out, her transparency flipping between totally see-through and totally opaque, her body shaking violently. Her eyes grow wide as she looks up at Springtrap, screaming and reaching out to him with a tiny hand, her screams distorted and sounding far away. In only a few seconds...

She’s gone. And it’s only just now that Deacon arrives.

Cassidy’s form is chucked back toward Angel, stuck with her now...she can’t get back to Springtrap. She starts sobbing, now too far away to be heard by him, or anyone, for that matter...Angel would, but she’s now unconscious, a collar prohibiting Cassidy from begging Springtrap for help. Cassidy starts screaming anyway...but with their connection completely disrupted, Springtrap can’t hear her. Not with that collar on.

Refraining from giggling, Vanny quickly calls Glitchtrap back, a wicked grin on her face, her long, half-brown, half-purple hair waving behind her while she pants. “We...we got her...this time! Be there...in...a few!” she calls excitedly before ending the transmission. The three soon reach a hidden away van, piling inside quickly...and driving away. Cassidy still tries to scream, but no one can hear her now...it’s like being stuck at Freddy’s again. Only this time, Angel can’t even hear her...she’s knocked out. Cassidy can’t reach anyone...she’s completely helpless. She continues to cry and wail, unheard by Vanny or the other people in the van. Angel is carefully placed on the backseat, as much as Vanny just wanted to chuck her in. But no...Glitchtrap was insistent that she not be harmed too much. Or at least...not enough to hurt the kids.

Ugh.

It takes a while, since Glitchtrap’s hideout is very well hidden...but they get there, eventually. Stopping where they won’t be easily seen, Vanny and the three other people coming along with her hurry to the entrance, waiting for Glitchtrap to answer. The stronger of the three, the woman with Vanny, holds Angel in her arms, Angel’s body still limp. She no longer has her beanie or rings, all three items sitting on the bathroom sink, her hair a little messy from the scuffle. Vanny taps her foot on the ground, arms folded while she smirks at the door...

Won’t Glitchy be proud?

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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A good few months had passed since that first appointment...needless to say, it grew a lot more difficult.

Eventually, Fazbear Entertainment responded; they figured out who was behind the memoir and quickly emailed Angel to take it down. In response, just as planned, Angel replied with her ultimatum...the people of the company knew they were trapped, they knew they couldn’t get out of it. But they still decided to sue. So Angel told them to get their very best lawyers as she’d be getting her own...

Game, set, match.

The first trial date was coming soon; Fazbear Entertainment only tracked her down a couple of weeks after Angel had her first appointment, unable to track her down quite as well as they probably should’ve. They were focused on ignoring the claims...but then they lost connections. They couldn’t make more games, more progress on the VR game...so they panicked. And now the company is only panicking further, with Angel’s claims only becoming more validated by the day. With this in mind, Angel grew more and more eager about finally getting the company out of the way...a court date was set. In mere months to maybe a year at most...this would all be over and done with, and she was excited for it.

Angel and Springtrap went out more often as a result...more public appearances with Springtrap got people accustomed to them, and with word of Angel being the one to take the well-hated company down, no one dared question her or Springtrap, at least not directly. Not when she was the one that was going to take the company down...plus, she’s a pregnant woman; why would somebody pick on a fucking pregnant woman? Especially since her sizes didn’t get much easier to handle over the course of the next three months.

It got harder and harder to move as months passed, the combination of her ever-swollen chest and her fast-growing stomach being quite tiring for her (though, oddly enough, she had less issues with being “in the mood”, so she and Springtrap ended up being more...active). She still insisted she go on walks, but being out in public became even more dicey. She had to go to the bathroom more often (as is the nature of being pregnant), which meant more time where she was alone...thankfully, Jay was almost always there to help out, Aerin offering to watch her in times where Jay couldn’t...make sure Glitchtrap and Vanny didn’t get any ideas. Of course, this only infuriated Glitchtrap further...it was getting harder and harder to find an opening. With Angel constantly being followed, Vanny couldn’t get her on her own...she was basically hopeless. It was aggravating...as Glitch grew more mad more impatient, she grew more and more restless and upset.

He was still obsessing over her...there was no breaking him out of it now. She just had to tolerate it...

But then...an opening appeared.

Week twenty-one...month five. By this point, Angel looks like she’s due any day with just one child. Wearing her usual yellow turtleneck, she also wears a knee-length white skirt, pink tights, white flats, her usual silver cross, both her mother’s and Springtrap’s hand-made rings, and a pair of large gold ball studs, leaving the cartilage piercings and second lobes out today. With the trial coming up in another month or two, Angel’s needed to rest a bit more...she’s grown a bit more tired in the past couple of days, though she’s been very grateful for Springtrap being around to take care of her while she can’t do a lot. So far, no complications have arisen...

Aerin and Jay got sick recently...they didn’t dare infect Angel. But Angel insisted that she go out to the bigger park since it was a little busier and she wanted to be a tiny bit more social; Deacon would be coming shortly, but he was running a little late due to traffic. So, for now, Angel sits on the bench while Springtrap gets bombarded by the attention of squealing children, all of them excited to see the bunny man. With bathrooms close by but just out of sight if Springtrap got distracted...Vanny finally finds her opening. She’d brought someone along this time...she knew she wouldn’t be capable of carrying Angel herself. With a grin on her face under her mask, Vanny uses her communication device, giggling a little when Glitchtrap picks up.

“Today’s your lucky day, Glitchy~” she says in a singsongy tone, a bag hidden away in the bathroom...easy to access, but not for normal people. She watches the couple from the cover of the trees, grinning. “Guess who isn’t being followed around by some bodyguard today...I might be able to actually catch her this time.”

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Watching Springtrap from a small distance, Angel smiles and shuts her eyes, leaning back on the bench, a hand on her stomach. Her hair is down while she wears a beanie...it’s cold since it’s now December, but it’s a mild day, so she doesn’t feel the need to wear too much more than she normally would. She opens her eyes again when another small child comes over to her, wanting to play. She laughs a little, sitting up, having to say no to the tiny child; she gently ushers him over to Springtrap, said child obliging as he giggles wildly and starts messing with the rabbit. The children are all happy today too...not a single one is unhappy in the slightest. A great day for the two, Angel glances at the ring on her left finger and smiles.

All is well so far...

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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