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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 6: Instruments Of Nightmares

''Do you even have a clue? Do you even have one? All the evil things we do, surprising that don't you run, knowing you will die here, knowing there is no way out. Fate is evidently clear, seems you're just oblivious. Do you even have a clue? Do you even have one? All the evil things we do, surprising that don't you run, knowing you will die here, knowing there is no way out. Fate is evidently clear, now it's time to scream and shout.''

– Do You Even? by ChaoticCanineCulture (Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location)

xXxXxXx

''Trapped within the silence inside, watching as the days go by outside. All this replacing, discarding my face in this hollow tune.''

Sam stared at Nightmare Foxy's sharp teeth, feeling both unnerved and curious as the Nightmare Animatronic gave her an empty stare. She felt a little tense, as if fearing that the animatronic would try to bite her head off, even though she knew that that wasn't possible as the Nightmare Animatronic wasn't fully repaired yet. Having Instruments Of Cyanide by DAGames ft. Caleb Hyles and Chi-Chi playing on her smartphone did help her to focus a little more on her current task, even if the lyrics weren't that encouraging.

''The fall of the Idol will tear us limb from limb, to where wandering was a sin, to where nightmares can begin.''

Nevertheless, she still felt that it fit the mood. She had removed the upper part of Nightmare Foxy's mask, exposing the endoskeleton's head, and placed it on the floor. Then, she slightly leaned the head over, finding the wires that had been worn out.

''You'll have to remove those and replace them,'' Springtrap instructed her, handing her the pliers over. ''It is safe to remove them since the animatronic isn't active. Also, keep a track of the wires which you're going to sever, so you don't accidentally cut the wrong one.''

''This life did not choose us, it chose to consume us. To ready for the day we march with dread beneath the sway!''

''Okay,'' Sam muttered, focusing on the task.

Luckily, the faulty wires weren't that difficult to remove and after having done similar procedures on Nightmare Bonnie and Nightmare Chica, she felt a little more confident in her abilities. That didn't stop the feeling of dread rushing through her body as she approached the Nightmare Animatronics again and again. Nevertheless, she couldn't deny that she had actually enjoyed herself while repairing the animatronics.

''Dark nights are upon us! Black magic slays on the chorus, for the choir's in tune with an angel, foresight of the broken chain us.''

Sure, it was tough work, and even a bit frustrating when things wouldn't go the way she wanted them to be at the beginning. For example, when she worked on Nightmare Bonnie, she had accidentally messed up the wires that connected to the animatronic's limbs. Springtrap explained to her that what she had done, that if Nightmare Bonnie were active and his programming told him to move his right arm, he would move his left leg instead. Sam felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation, but she had managed to fix her mistake.

''May her demeanor combine us, within sorrow and blindness we'll follow where the path of freedom can re-join us now.''

Then, there was Nightmare Chica, whose issue was that, even though the rust had been removed, she still couldn't move her limbs smoothly whenever Sam attempted to lift them up. There had been some worn out wires too, but the bigger issue were the bolts and nuts that secured the arms and legs. She had to remove and replace them, making sure to not screw them too loose or too tight so that the animatronic could still move. She felt quite relieved when she had finally managed to replace those. There was also the Nightmare Cupcake, which needed it's spring mechanism, which was necessary for it to open its mouth, replaced. Sam had managed to pull her fingers out of it just in time, as the springs released and it bit down.

''We bow before a fake, for goodness sake! Where's the pride when we needed it to carry away? This decay has derailed, now she walks leaving trails of the damned!''

During the whole process of repairing the animatronics, Springtrap was calmly explaining her how the animatronics exactly worked and instructed her on what to do. Even when she made mistakes, he never rose his voice and would reassure her that she could try again and that it wasn't a big deal. If anything, Sam felt that he made a quite good teacher who, while he would give her guidelines, would also let her to figure things out on her own and learn from her mistakes.

''Fall into the hands of sorrow; Drawn by the darkest bay! Walk into the pit of silence; I am the one calling your name!''

''I'm done,'' Sam said as she finally placed the mask back on Nightmare Foxy's head and sat down, taking a deep breath. She then glanced at Springtrap. ''Although, there are still two more animatronics to go.''

''If you need a pause, then take one. I mean, it's not as if we're in a hurry,'' Springtrap told her. Sam grinned mischievously.

''You still sound sarcastic,'' she told him. Springtrap just rolled his eyes, knowing that she was messing with him. Sam then stood up.

''I, in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell. Live, or you will die, just for the sake, fetch me the tools, so I create this Instrument of Cyanide!''

''Let's continue,'' she said, suddenly getting up. ''I want to get over with this as soon as possible in order to see whether this would really work or not. Besides, you said that Nightmare Fredbear and Nightmare Freddy were in a better state than the others.''

''I did,'' Springtrap muttered, quickly picking up the toolbox and following her. Once he got to her, she was already standing next to Nightmare Fredbear.

''You know, it's kind of disturbing how his torso looks like a mouth filled with sharp teeth,'' Sam said. Springtrap felt a sting of guilt, knowing that he really took it to far when he had created the Nightmares, as he should've done something else to ensure Sammy's safety. He still hadn't figured out what to do with them either.

This wasn't what I wanted…

''Dark nights have devoured us! I walk this river of conscience, for a time where we come to escape here, this lens has an open vengeance.''

''Anyways, you said that there were some parts that needed to be replaced, right?'' Sam suddenly asked, snapping Springtrap out of his thoughts.

''Yeah,'' he muttered, nodding. ''The damaged parts are on the back, just below the head.'' He helped her to turn Nightmare Fredbear over in order to remove the suit so Sam would have an easier access to the endoskeleton. ''These wires need to be replaced.''

''I've laid in here for the longest time, the deadliest choir chimes for my awakening, this reckoning will see the light tonight.''

He curiously observed Sam as she reconnected the wires after he had shown her the ones that were the issue. It was still surprising him that she was so eager to learn how to repair the Nightmare Animatronics, but he didn't question her about it anymore. There was no way he could argue with her about this, unless he wanted to hear another lecture from her.

''Say, Will, these are the only Nightmare Animatronics you had made?'' Sam asked, noticing Springtrap's puzzled expression. ''I mean, you haven't made a black variant of Fredbear, right?''

''We bow before a fake, for goodness sake! Where's the pride when we needed it to carry away? This decay has derailed, now she walks leaving trails of the damned!''

''No, it's just these five,'' Springtrap replied. ''Are you asking me that because you saw a lower number of animatronics here in comparison to the videogame you had shown me?''

''Yeah, more or less,'' Sam admitted, putting the new wire into the endoskeleton. ''Anyways, we're almost done. Only Nightmare Freddy is left.''

Springtrap helped her with putting Nightmare Fredbear back the way they had found him, noting the cold glare Nightmare Fredbear was giving them. He felt somewhat unsettled, knowing that it was only worse for Sammy.

Had I been a better father to him, this all could've been prevented from happening.

''Fall into the hands of sorrow; Drawn by the darkest bay! Walk into the pit of silence; I am the one calling your name!''

He followed Sam as she walked over to Nightmare Freddy, with the three Freddles lying on the floor. She crouched next to him, glancing briefly at Springtrap with a questioning look, seemingly having forgotten what was needed to be done with the animatronic. Springtrap merely took out a battery-like device out of the toolbox and gave it to her.

''Okay, now you need to insert the power module correctly,'' Springtrap told Sam as she fumbled with the battery.

''I, in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell. Live, or you will die, just for the sake, fetch me the tools, so I create this Instrument of Cyanide!''

Taking a sharp breath, she reached between the torn fur into Nightmare Freddy's chest, trying to place the battery inside the endoskeleton. Once she had managed to insert it into the endoskeleton, she quickly pulled her arm out of Nightmare Freddy's chest, as if fearing that he might bite her. However, the Nightmare Animatronic didn't move at all.

''You know, you still need to activate him,'' Springtrap added.

''Yeah, yeah, I know,'' Sam replied, glancing back at Springtrap, who gave her an understanding look. ''This was the last one, though. It's time to see whether they'll be roaming again.''

''It is time for you to leave, or so it may seem; Empower, desire to reignite the flames!''

Springtrap tilted his head as he noticed that Sam wasn't really doing anything, but just staring at the Nightmare Animatronic with an unnerved look on her expression.

''Sam?'' he asked, with Sam glancing at him. ''You know, you could still step away from this.''

''I know, it's just, I'm not sure what would happen afterwards,'' Sam replied. ''I'm feeling a bit nervous, to be honest.''

''That's understandable,'' Springtrap said. ''If you-''

''For there's one more thing you have of mind, the core to my strings; Empower, desire to reignite the flames!''

Before he could even finish the sentence, Sam had leaned over, with a look of determination on her expression, reaching for the switch and activating the Nightmare Animatronic. Springtrap just sighed after he saw her do this.

I should've expected this to happen. Why am I even bothering to ask her anything?

''So as you ascend to the heavens now, I'll drag you back down to Hell, listen to me!; Empower desire to reignite the flames!''

The two stepped back, observing as Nightmare Freddy's eyes lit up. Then, the animatronic had slowly stood up, his eyes glowing yellow. He then stared at Sam, who felt her heart racing and her hands shaking. It was one thing to repair the animatronic while he was deactivated, but confronting him while he was active was a completely different experience. Even though Sam wasn't exactly scared of the Nightmare Animatronic, she still felt quite intimidated by him.

''Can't you see your friend is now mine, all mine!''

She did notice that Nightmare Freddy didn't look as if he was going to harm her, though. Instead, he gave her a curious look, as if analysing her, with Sam realizing that the last person this animatronic had seen was probably Sammy Afton, so he may have been somewhat confused about the situation, as now a stranger stood before him.

''I've waited here for the longest time, and when the ashes spread apart, it is then I'll take out his heart.''

''She is not your target,'' Springtrap said in a calm tone, drawing Nightmare Freddy's attention. The Nightmare Animatronic seemed to be just as puzzled when seeing Springtrap, with the latter wondering whether the audio and visual recognition system had still worked. The way he had built them, they would be able to recognize him either by his face or voice, but he was an animatronic now and his voice was slightly deeper and raspy, so he wasn't sure whether it would still work this way.

Nightmare Freddy observed him for a moment, then stepped back, nodding. Springtrap felt relieved, realizing that the animatronic did recognize him. If anything, now he knew that the Nightmare Animatronics were fully functional and that they would be following his command.

''Fall into the hands of sorrow; Drawn by the darkest bay! Walk into the pit of silence; I am the one calling your name!''

Then, as Nightmare Freddy continued to give him a confused look, he realized that he still had no idea what to do with the Nightmare Animatronics. There was really no use for them, but he didn't want to leave them to just rot here. They were the remains of the past, with no purpose, but he figured that he could give them a chance to do something.

''As for now, you're free to roam through this location,'' Springtrap told the animatronic, whose eyes briefly flickered as he glanced at Sam. ''Concerning her, she was the one who had patched you up. Her name is Samantha Blackburn and you will make sure that nothing happens to her, understood?''

''Understood.''

''I, in the name of violence, sentence you down to Hell. Live, or you will die, just for the sake, fetch me the tools, so I create this Instrument of Cyanide!''

Nightmare Freddy's voice was deep and raspy, even though his voicebox was clean. Springtrap wasn't surprised about it though, as he had made the Nightmare Animatronics' voices deeper on purpose to increase the scare factor.

He and Sam then observed Nightmare Freddy as he left the hallway, with Sam looking rather stunned. Even though she was aware about what might happen if she activated Nightmare Freddy, she still felt surprised, especially after seeing his reaction and response.

''It is time for you to leave, or so it may seem. Dark nights are upon us, black magic slays on the chorus. Drag you back down to Hell, listen to me! I've waited here for the longest time! Your friend is now mine, all mine!''

''This is crazy,'' she muttered.

''You know, you should be proud of yourself for being able to repair them,'' Springtrap told her. ''Besides, as nightmarish as they are, there is something satisfying about seeing your creation, the one you had been working hours upon hours, come to life.''

''I have to agree with that,'' Sam said, nodding. She then glanced at Springtrap with a mischievous grin on her expression. ''Let's activate the others. I want to see their reactions as well.'' Her expression changed to a confused one when she noticed the thoughtful look Springtrap gave her. ''Is something wrong?''

''No,'' Springtrap replied in a quiet tone, his eyes glowing in a soft purple. ''I'm just glad about seeing you like this, being so happy. I have also noticed that you have grown quite confident during the past days.''

''Did I?'' Sam looked confused. ''I mean, I am fine with dealing with the animatronics at Freddy's, but if I were to confront my bullies, I doubt that I'd manage to talk to them without breaking into tears at some point.''

''Dark nights are upon us!''

She lowered her head, only to look up when she felt hands on her shoulders, noticing Springtrap giving her an odd look.

''Sam, you are aware that you had confronted a bunch of deadly animatronics, a spirit, a dangerous murderer and Connor over the past weeks, yet you still feel intimidated by your bullies?'' he told her.

''Yeah,'' Sam replied. ''The issue here, Will, is that neither you nor Connor, or even the animatronics, have caused me any kind of traumatic experience. While what happened at the Machinations Factory did freak me out, it didn't scar me for life, and besides, I had already known that Connor was a person that couldn't be trusted. Not to mention, while you did present yourself as a dangerous murderer, you were constantly supporting, encouraging and caring about me. I certainly didn't have the same experience when I dealt with my former friends, who had been trying to use me for their own benefit and act as if I was disposable.''

''I see,'' Springtrap said, remembering that phone call he had overheard when Sam's bullies had called her. He had managed to scare them into leaving her alone and so far, they hadn't called back. ''Rest assured, you certainly aren't disposable. You're a wonderful person in your own right and those who are too blind to see how amazing you are probably treat other people like they're beneath them, even their own so-called ''friends''. You certainly don't need such toxic people in your life.''

''Thanks,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap being glad to see her smiling again. She then gave him a determined look. ''You know what, I will stand up to them and show them that they cannot bully me anymore.''

''You can do that, or you could just live your life the best way you can. Trust me, nothing will anger them more than finding out that their victim isn't as miserable as they hoped you to be,'' Springtrap told her.

''I will,'' Sam replied. ''Also, there's one more thing…''

''What is it?'' Springtrap gave her a curious look.

''I know that you are worried about me, but you don't have to constantly ask me whether I'm fine or not when it comes to dealing with the animatronics,'' Sam explained. ''Besides, we both had promised to each other to be honest about our feelings and I assure you, I will tell you when I'm upset about something.''

''I know that, but are you completely sure you'll be fine?'' Springtrap asked, his eyes gleaming.

''Of course I will-'' Sam cut herself off, glaring at the animatronic, who feigned an innocent look. ''You won't stop with that, am I right?''

''I have no idea what you're talking about,'' Springtrap replied, his eyes now glowing as a msichievous look appeared on his expression. Sam suddenly hugged him, burying her head into his chest.

''Don't ever change, okay?'' she told him.

Springtrap just caressed her hair, a feeling of warmth spreading through his chest. He knew that nothing he had previously achieved could compare to making the person he cared about happy.

xXx

''Do you have any idea what to do with them?'' Sam had asked Springtrap, after having checked her smartphone for the time and placing it back into her pocket. It was late in the afternoon, with the two having spent most of the day working on the animatronics and seeing whether any improvements were necessary. Currently, they were sitting on the stage at the Funtime Auditorium, with the Nightmare Animatronics, as well as Plushtrap, patrolling through the entire location.

''To be honest, I still don't know,'' Springtrap replied. ''I mean, I could leave them here to keep an eye on this place, but I guess I should figure out whether more could be done.''

''You'll figure something out eventually,'' Sam told him. ''If anything, I did learn a lot today from you.''

''I'm glad to hear that,'' Springtrap told her. ''At least I've managed to get something done right.''

''Actually, you had managed to get several things done right, but you still get harassed for that,'' Sam pointed out.

''I'm not sure whether I should take that as a compliment,'' Springtrap said in a deadpan tone, with Sam shrugging. He then glanced at where he had seen the shadow of a person, but there was no one there. He felt a pit in his stomach.

''Will?'' Springtrap turned his head to Sam, who gave him a sympathetic look. While he hadn't really told her anything, she seemed to have already figured out what was bothering him. Not only that, but she was also aware of who exactly wanted to confront him. Sometimes, it was a bit scary to see just how well she knew him. Nevertheless, it also made it easier to talk to her about the issue that was bothering him.

''You know, I wish I could say that I feel fine, but I don't,'' he told her.

''It's because of them, right?'' Sam said, tilting her head.

''Honestly, I never thought that they would want to confront me, despite what was said and done,'' Springtrap told her. ''I mean, no one should come back, as that story is over.''

''Well, Henry and that kid decided to return,'' Sam pointed out. ''They may also have their own reasons for their return.''

''I can only imagine what those reasons would be,'' Springtrap said, sighing and lowering his head. ''Sometimes, I wish that I could change the past, do things in a different manner. But, that's impossible.''

''Maybe, but it's never too late to confront the past,'' Sam told him.

''I know,'' Springtrap said. ''Still, this doesn't make me less anxious about the actual confrontation. I mean, you think about all those things that you want to say, but when the moment arrives, you completely lose yourself.''

''I do agree with that,'' Sam said. ''Nevertheless, you will have to eventually deal with this issue.''

''True,'' Springtrap sighed, still feeling that pit in his stomach. It's never too late to confront your past… But, how am I even supposed to explain myself, especially after what I had done to them?

xXx

It was late at night, with seemingly no one being outside. However, four figures were slowly walking through the empty streets. One of them, Drawkill Bonnie stopped in front of a shop, tilting his head as he saw his reflection. His eyes glowed as he observed his reflection, with him then fixing up the tattered red bowtie around his neck, looking rather satisfied.

His expression then changed to a look of surprise as he saw another pair of glowing eyes behind him. He then turned around, only to see Drawkill Chica glaring at him, her arms crossed. He sheepishly stepped away from the window and continued walking, with Drawkill Chica shaking her head as she followed him.

They all had a task that they needed to fulfill and there was no reason for them to slack off. Any command Connor gave them, they had to obey, as he was their creator and since he had created them, he could destroy them. Even though there was little reason to assume something like that, they were still aware of the conditions of their existence.

They had to find the whereabouts of Springtrap and Samantha, but they had no idea where they should begin to search. The most they knew was that they, unless they had moved, were in Hurricane, but it was still a lot to cover. Not to mention, they'd be moving at night so they wouldn't be seen by anyone. Currently, they couldn't afford having their existence revealed to the public.

As they walked through the streets, looking around for any witnesses, they would occasionally stay at a dark alley whenever they noticed a car passing by. They had figured that they needed a more efficient way to move around. They knew that they could easily split up to cover more ground, but they were still unfamiliar with this place and except for some routes that have been placed into their programming, they still had to learn how to navigate through Hurricane properly.

There was a place rather close to them that Connor told them to keep an eye on, as Samantha and Springtrap might be there. That building was Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, which had just opened the day before. Considering how it was after hours, the location was closed and locked, but they still hoped that they might find someone there.

However, as they had managed to find and approach the building, they noticed a disappointing lack of activity. There wasn't anyone outside and all the lights were off. Drawkill Freddy even went to the front door to open it, but it was, as expected, locked. He looked towards the alley, with Drawkill Chica emerging from it, shaking her head. The back entrance was also locked.

Drawkill Freddy then noticed Drawkill Foxy rising his sickle and approaching the front entrance, only to step in front of the fox animatronic, glaring at him. Drawkill Foxy's eyes flared up, but he retreated, looking rather disappointed. The message was clear – they couldn't draw attention to themselves and breaking in would certainly raise an alarm.

Still annoyed about being unable to break something, Drawkill Foxy trailed behind the other three Drawkills, holding the sickle that replaced his right hand with his left hand, his fingers trailing across the edge of the blade. He wanted to use his newfound freedom to do something interesting rather than just search for someone. It wasn't even the kind of Hide and Seek game he had preferred, but more of a boring investigation.

The four hid in a dark alley, waiting for another few cars to pass by, before continuing with their search for that elusive girl and the animatronic that caused them so much trouble. Once they had found the two, they would be free to do whatever they wanted.

As they walked into another street, Drawkill Freddy, who had been leading the group, suddenly stopped, his right arm outstretched. The rest of the animatronics gave him a confused look, with him pointing across the street at a man. Considering the way he had been walking, he seemed to be drunk, probably walking home from a party or from a bar. Even though he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember an encounter with a bunch of animatronics, Drawkill Freddy still didn't want to take any risks.

Drawkill Foxy, on the other hand, rose his sickle with an eager look on his expression, and stepped forward. He stopped when he saw the look on Drawkill Freddy's expression. The bear animatronic looked beyond pissed off and certainly not happy about Drawkill Foxy's antics. Drawkill Foxy's ears lowered and he glanced at Drawkill Chica and Drawkill Bonnie, both who seemed to share Drawkill Freddy's opinion, albeit Drawkill Bonnie looked rather amused about the situation.

After a while, they had managed to reach another location they knew the route to – Ricky's Wonder Shack. It was the establishment Connor had previously worked at before his untimely death. However, that didn't mean that he still didn't have any access to it. As a matter of fact, there was another way to enter the place, but the Drawkills currently couldn't go inside. Nevertheless, they were also told to keep an eye on this place, as it had been quite important to Connor.

''Krach- Krach-''

The four Drawkills felt tense, turning towards where they heard someone groaning. They had noticed a figure walking around, but despite its humanoid appearance, it didn't look like a human.

''Connor… Where's Connor?''

As they got closer to the figure, they had recognized it as Raven, a decomissioned animatronic that was supposed to belong to the group of animatronics that was Ricky and The Misfits, only to end up becoming a scrapped character after an accident that involved the death of Connor's former friend, Bran Crawford, whose soul supposedly haunted the animatronic. However, it seemed that the soul had abandoned its new body quite a while ago.

''Connor… Where-''

Suddenly, Raven let out a screech when Drawkill Foxy hit him with his sickle and knocked him on the ground. The raven animatronic trashed around, only to get grabbed by Drawkill Bonnie and Drawkill Freddy, who dragged him into an empty alley. Drawkill Freddy then pinned the screeching animatronic against the wall, his eyes flaring up.

''Shut up!'' he growled.

Raven suddenly stopped trashing, giving Drawkill Freddy a stunned look. It seemed as if he had realized what was going on and that he couldn't win this fight.

''Don't we still have a score to settle?'' Drawkill Chica said, tilting her head as she stared at Raven. She could still remember how he had suddenly attacked her and Drawkill Bonnie, causing both of them to lose the girl they were supposed to watch over. Raven kept silent.

''Are you afraid?'' Drawkill Bonnie asked him, with Raven glaring at him. ''You should be.''

''He wanted to see Connor? Why don't we bring him along?'' Drawkill Foxy turned to Drawkill Freddy, who seemed to be considering Drawkill Foxy's suggestion.

''The problem is, he's not the one whom we were supposed to be searching for,'' Drawkill Freddy replied.

''Where is Connor?'' Raven asked, his voice steady. ''You know where that coward is hiding.''

''That coward might find some use for you,'' Drawkill Freddy replied in a mocking tone.

''He won't,'' Raven replied. ''I'm going to kill him for what he had done.''

The Drawkills suddenly laughed, with Raven feeling chills crawling through his endoskeleton. He was aware that they knew something he didn't know.

''I wish you good luck with that,'' Drawkill Foxy told him, grinning like a maniac.

''Maybe we could have some fun with him,'' Drawkill Chica suggested, with Raven glaring at her.

Drawkill Freddy kept quiet as he stared at Raven, tilting his head slightly. He then let go of Raven's suit, with the latter staring at him in surprise.

''We could do that,'' Drawkill Freddy said. ''Or, we could try out something else. Besides, there is no need for hostility now, right?''

''What do you want?'' Raven asked.

''Do you remember that girl and the bunny animatronic that had accompanied her? We are searching for her,'' Drawkill Freddy told him, with Raven looking concerned.

''No,'' he said. Drawkill Freddy frowned.

''Is he denying that he remembers them or is he refusing our offer?'' Drawkill Bonnie asked.

''I think it's both, mate,'' Drawkill Foxy told him in a deadpan tone. Drawkill Freddy snorted as he leaned over, placing his hand right next to Raven's head. Raven noticed a strange red and orange glow coming from the holes in Drawkill Freddy's arm.

''Don't worry, we may have a solution for this issue,'' Drawkill Freddy said.

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 5: Remains

''Follow me to the horror show, you're the attraction we're watching. It's me who is in control, holding on to the puppet strings. Behind friendly eyes, there's a face that hides, coming for your life, you won't last. Closer we're alive, it's time to survive another five nights – Welcome back!''

– Welcome Back by TryHardNinja (Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location)

xXxXxXx

Sam rubbed her eyes, looking up and noticing Springtrap staring back at her. Looking around, she realized that she was in his room rather than in the hallway or even her own room. While a bit confused, she wasn't really that surprised to find herself here.

''You should go to bed now,'' Springtrap told her, with Sam nodding, only to realize that her throat was still dry. ''If you want, I'll get you a glass of water.''

''If Mum finds you walking outside, she'll get angry,'' Sam told him.

''It's just a glass of water, it's not like I'm going anywhere,'' Springtrap replied. ''You just go back to your bed and I'll bring that water.''

Sam nodded, with the two quietly exiting the room. Sam went quickly into her room and got the water bottle, which she gave Springtrap. The latter took a deep breath as he tried to sneak past Emma's room to get to the bathroom. He felt rather anxious, even though he knew that he had no reason to fear anything.

This just feels stupid.

Despite telling himself that, he still listened carefully for any movement coming from Emma's room. To his knowledge, Emma was still asleep, even after he had filled the bottle with water and returned to Sam's room. She was already in her bed, looking at her phone. She looked rather content as he gave her the bottle, with Sam drinking the water greedily.

''Do you feel better now?'' Springtrap asked her as she placed the bottle and her phone on the desk.

''Yeah, what about you?'' Sam asked. ''I mean, the conversation you and Henry had didn't sound really cheerful.''

''It was anything but pleasant,'' Springtrap said. ''Anyways, you should go to sleep now. We can talk about it later.''

''Yeah, yeah…'' Sam yawned as she lied down, with Springtrap walking over to the door. ''Hey, Will.''

''What is it?'' Springtrap turned to her.

''Do you have anything in mind for today?'' Sam asked. Springtrap grinned, his eyes briefly flashing purple.

''Trust me, I do,'' he replied.

xXx

Springtrap's ears twitched as he heard someone outside his room. He looked up from the book he was reading, Harry Potter & The Order of Phoenix, wondering if it was Sam, as she'd usually check on him. Once he heard the person go downstairs, he realized that it was actually Emma. For some reason, he felt chills, hoping that she didn't hear him walking past her room last night. Instead, he just continued reading the book, waiting for Sam to get up.

As he had told her, he had something in mind for both of them. Rather than going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, he actually wanted to visit Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental, a location he and Sam had visited before. Even though they had cleaned up the place, there were still a few things that needed to get done. Springtrap figure that the animatronic parts that were still there would be useful for Sam's lessons, even though his actual focus were the remains of the Nightmare Animatronics, the only animatronics that had managed to survive the past 30 years without being carried away or scrapped for parts. Last time he had checked on them, they were in a surprisingly good condition, but they still needed to be worked on.

It should be interesting for her.

He felt a sense of satisfaction spreading through his chest, but then sighed, knowing that it would probably be a long day for both of them, especially if he finds himself suffering from another hallucination, paranoia attack or unwanted visit from that kid that wanted to torment him. No matter how much he tried to fight it off, he knew that he might eventually suffer from another mental or emotional breakdown.

Eventually, he heard steps outside the room, with the door opening soon after and Sam peeking inside, looking rather chipper.

''Are you okay?'' she asked as he closed the book, getting up and placing it on the bed next to the couch he was lying on.

''I feel fine,'' he said as he approached her. Sam gave him a questioning look, not really believing him. He understood that she was worried about him, especially since the meeting with Henry didn't go really well for him, not to mention the conversation with Emma. ''Maybe we could talk about this later.''

Sam shrugged, with both going downstairs. As Springtrap had already assumed, Emma was in the kitchen, putting a bowl and a spoon into the dishwasher. She was on her phone, messaging someone.

''Good morning, Mum!'' Sam greeted her mother, who looked up from her phone.

''Good morning, sweetie,'' she said, smiling innocently. ''I hope you managed to sleep well, considering someone had been roaming through the house last night.''

Both Springtrap and Sam froze, staring at Emma. They were still baffled that she had managed to hear them. What was she even doing at night?

''Um, I-'' Sam muttered. ''I was thirsty.''

''Oh, so that's why I had heard the water running in the bathroom,'' Emma said, then glanced suspiciously at Springtrap, who gave her a nervous look. ''Albeit, it didn't really sound as if you were the one who attempted to sneak past my door.''

''I asked Spring to fill up my water bottle,'' Sam explained, trying to cover for her friend.

''I see, but that still doesn't explain the fact that you two were supposed to stay in your respective rooms, meaning that one of you was wandering around again,'' Emma replied, still glaring at Springtrap.

''Actually, that was me,'' Sam said, with Emma giving her a look of surprise. ''As I said, I wanted to get a glass of water and Springtrap heard me exiting my room and told me that he would get it.''

''I see,'' Emma said, still a bit wary.

''Anyways, I wanted to ask you whether I could borrow the car for today,'' Sam asked.

''Sure, but why?'' Emma asked.

''Well,…'' Sam glanced at Springtrap.

''We actually planned to visit Circus Baby's today,'' he said casually. ''Remember that I said that I wanted to teach Sam about robotics? Well, Circus Baby's has some useful stuff that can be used for our lessons.''

''I do hope that this won't result in another hospital visit,'' Emma said, still glaring at Springtrap.

''I am not going to let anything happen to her,'' Springtrap replied, knowing what the look Emma gave him meant.

''That's what you said last time when you were up to something,'' Emma said, with Springtrap keeping silent. ''In any case, the reason I'm even letting you have the car for today is because I already have my own ride for today.''

''You're going somewhere?'' Sam said, surprised.

''I had agreed to go shopping with Cassie and she told me she'd pick me up,'' Emma explained. ''Speaking of which, you also need new clothes for the following school year. I mean, all of your clothes are old or washed out.''

''Mum, there's still about a month left until school starts. There is enough time left for me to buy new clothes,'' Sam replied in a dry tone, looking annoyed.

''Only that I don't thinkt hat the issue here is when you're going to buy yourself new clothes, but the fact that you wear them until they get torn to shreds even though I'd gladly give you some money to buy yourself new clothes. I mean, you don't have to buy yourself anything fancy, just something new that isn't torn,'' Emma said, crossing her arms, glancing at Springtrap, who had a strange feeling that she expected him to agree with her. ''I mean, one time, I had to drag her to the mall to get her to buy herself new sneakers because her old ones were falling apart.''

''First of all, they weren't falling apart, they were just a little worn, but still usable. Second, the issue I had with that was that, instead of just buying the sneakers and leaving, which was the actual reason why we even went there, we returned home over 4 hours later with three huge bags full of clothes,'' Sam replied in a snarky tone. ''Not to mention, most of those clothes were the ones you bought for yourself.''

''Well, they had this sale with some insanely cheap prices, and besides, you also got yourself a few new shirts,'' Emma said, giving her daughter a sheepish look. Sam looked just annoyed, while Springtrap sported a look of mild confusion, wondering where this conversation was going.

''Yeah, but I didn't spend an hour comparing prices of two shirts which were pretty much the same. I just grabbed whatever suited me and left,'' Sam said. ''No offense, Mum, but I'm not keen on spending hours of my free time in the mall shopping. Also, as I said, I'll buy myself a new wardrobe, but currently, there is other stuff I'd like to focus on.''

''I know, I know, repairing animatronics with Afton is more interesting than shopping with me,'' Emma said offhandedly, with Springtrap feeling that she was taking another jab at him for no other reason but her own amusement.

Seriously, what the hell did I do to deserve this?!

''At least I'm not spending hours sitting on a bench and waiting for you to be done buying something,'' Sam said sarcastically. Instead of looking irritated, Emma just smiled.

''I guess that you're right about the fact that maybe I should pay more attention to the time, but I believe that you are also aware that time flies much faster when you immerse yourself into something,'' she said, glancing at the clock. ''Speaking of which, Cassie should arrive soon.''

She then went upstairs, with Sam glancing at Springtrap, shrugging. She then went to get herself a bowl of cereal.

''Honestly, I wonder who'll return back home first; Mum or you and I?'' she said as she then sat at the table, with Springtrap sitting across her.

''I have no idea,'' Springtrap said, looking a little annoyed. ''I mean, it's not like I have anything to do with this, yet Emma still managed to drag me into this and then randomly insult me.''

''I don't think she intentionally…'' Sam trailed off, pausing a bit. ''Okay, maybe it was intentional, but let's be honest here, she likes to mess with you. Not to mention, it would feel odd if she didn't take a a jab at you at least once in this conversation.''

''You're right about that,'' Springtrap agreed. ''I mean, I can't imagine Emma actually being nice to me, as it would just feel wrong.''

''Exactly,'' Sam said. ''So, you said that we're going to Circus Baby's today, right?''

''As I had told Emma, there's a lot of stuff to work with there,'' Springtrap replied. ''We might need a few tools, though, but it shouldn't be much of a problem.''

''What exactly have you planned to do there?'' Sam asked. Springtrap tilted his head.

''Do you want me to tell you everything now or should I keep you guessing?'' he asked.

''I assume it has something to do with the Nightmare Animatronics,'' Sam replied.

Springtrap's eyes merely glowed purple, with him remaining silent.

xXx

Sam shuddered. Even though it was a hot summer day outside, it was rather chilly inside the old and abandoned location that was Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rental. Despite being abandoned, the power was still working, which meant that she and Springtrap could use the elevator to go down to the main area of that location.

It didn't take them long to reach the private room that was connected to a bunch of hallways leading to a hidden area. All they needed to do was to move away several boxes that were covering the door that led to it. It may have been a bit strange to use a bunch of boxes to cover the entrance as it wasn't locked and there certainly weren't any visitors aside from the two, but Springtrap felt that he should keep it hidden just in case. Having spent ages covering his own tracks may have had something to do with that habit.

''I don't think this will be that much interesting to you, since we're going to basically clean up the Nightmare Animatronics and hope that they would still work,'' Springtrap told Sam, only to notice her glaring at him. ''On the other hand, maybe I'm underestimating your curiosity again.''

''You have no idea,'' Sam replied dryly. ''Seriously, even if it's just cleaning, I am interested in working on the Nightmare Animatronics.''

''To be honest, one side is telling me that I should stop right now with this nonsense,'' Springtrap told her as they were going down the dark corridor. ''The other side is just excited that you had agreed to go along with this plan.''

''If you ask me, I doubt that you will ever stop feeling like that even if you decided to not to involve me into this,'' Sam told him. ''Still, we're here now. Why shouldn't we continue?''

''I guess you're right,'' Springtrap said. He couldn't help but smile at Sam's determination and confidence. He was glad to see her like this, even though he wanted her to be a little more cautious. Still, he knew that there won't be any achievement without taking some kind of risk.

As they had finally entered the hallway that led to the bedroom, Sam walked over to Nightmare Bonnie, while Springtrap found the switch and turned the lights on. The Nightmare Animatronic in question was still in the same position they had found him a while ago and, while Springtrap did note that he and the other Nightmare Animatronics were in a surprisingly good condition, the rust was showing on their endoskeletons and they would probably need a few parts to get replaced in order for the animatronics to regain full function.

''So, should we drag him back to the main area or…?'' Sam glanced at Springtrap.

''We'll patch him up here,'' he said. ''First, we need to clean the rust off.''

He glanced at Sam, who had already crouched down and took her backpack off. Instead of buying some kind of rust remover chemical, the two had raided the kitchen and the pantry for old rags, vinegar, baking soda, salt and lemon. If anything, it was at least a much cheaper option and Springtrap knew that those homemade tools wouldn't harm the animatronic's endoskeleton considering that he was the one who had built them.

While Sam prepared the cleaning tools, Springtrap checked Nightmare Bonnie to see what exactly his condition was and what needed to be fixed. There was some rust on his feet and one of his arms was barely moving. The claw-like fingers were also covered in a layer of rust, meaning that Nightmare Bonnie wouldn't be able to clench his hands into a fist. There was also a layer of dust that covered the fur, but that was to be expected considering that the animatronic spent more than 30 years in this facility.

''It doesn't look that bad, but we'll be here for a while,'' Springtrap told Sam. She shrugged.

''Well, I'm fine with it,'' she replied, glancing at the Nightmare Bonnie. ''After we're done with him, there are Freddy, Chica, Foxy and Fredbear left, right?''

''Yes, and afterwards, it's time to see whether they'll be walking again,'' Springtrap said, his eyes glowing purple.

It felt a bit odd that he was here, trying to repair the Nightmare Animatronics, who may or may not have gained a purpose again. After all, he had only used them to scare Sammy into staying away from the animatronic and then left them here, unsure what to do with them. However, now they could be put to use, at least as tools for Sam's lesson, but even if they got activated again, he still wasn't sure what to do with them.

I guess I'll just figure it out when the time comes for it.

xXx

The animatronic shook his sickle, looking down at the red stains that were covering the edge of the blade. He attempted to wipe those stains off, with red droplets of liquid flying all over the floor. He then looked up, noticing another animatronic slowly walking up to him. His ears stood up and his eyes glowed brightly, looking rather curious about what the bird-like animatronic wanted from him. The bird-like animatronic beckoned to him, pointing at the door behind her.

Drawkill Foxy just gave her a questioning look and entered the room, with Drawkill Chica following him. The room in question was rather small, with a metallic table in the middle of it. An animatronic bunny and bear stood in the corners of the room as if waiting for something to happen.

There was one more animatronic in the room, sitting on the table. He was a wolf animatronic, but looked rather different from the others. His grey fur was burnt and dirty, the blue vest he was wearing was torn and charred. The plastic on the suit was melted and the tears in the fur revealed the metal that was interwoven with rotten flesh. The edges of those tears and the fur around the neck was covered in blood, some fresh, some already dried and crusty.

There was a rotten human body inside this animatronic, but that wasn't what made this animatronic so disturbing. The human body seemed to have some parts taken off, probably amputated, and replaced with metallic endoskeleton parts or the endoskeleton parts had been just jammed into the body, as if trying to merge the metal with the flesh.

This strange hybrid of animatronic and human was staring ahead blankly, his eyes metallic and glowing. He showed signs of tranquil fury, being calm, yet giving off the aura of someone filled with hatred and anger. This hybrid, or rather, what has remained of him, was Connor Davis, someone whose life was taken away just days ago by a notorious serial killer he had looked up to.

He had managed to get away from the burning factory this murderer, William Afton, had tried to trap him in, but not without sustaining damage. The Drawkills, his own creations, had to drag him and carry him away, as he couldn't stand on his own. He had directed them to this place and, after finally overcoming the shock of the realization that he was indeed dead, yet somehow alive, he quickly focused on his next move.

As he felt unstable in this new form, he decided to remove parts of his body and replace them with animatronic endoskeleton pieces in order to stabilise himself. He didn't feel any pain during the procedures, something that was quite fascinating to him. If anything, it allowed him now for greater movement, so he didn't depend anymore on the Drawkills to carry him around. There were still some modifications he had planned to add, but they would have to wait for now.

''We need to find him,'' he said in a hoarse voice. His vision was blurry, but he ignored it. Instead, he kept on talking, not even caring whether the Drawkills were listening to him or not. ''He knows… I need more answers, some kind of explanation… You need to find him…''

He grinned, with the Drawkills' eyes glowing brightly in the dark room.

''While you're at it, kill his little friend, that girl… It's just the first step in tearing him apart…'' The animatronic eyes that were jammed in his eye-sockets in order to replace his organic eyes started glowing in a bright orange colour. ''The hunt has begun…''

xXx

Sam was sitting on the stage at the Funtime Auditorium, eating the sandwich she had brought for lunch, with Springtrap sitting next to her. The lights were turned on, illuminating the room, with the two listening to the instrumental intro of the song Remains by Aviators, which was playing on Sam's smartphone. The two were done with cleaning all of the Nightmare Animatronics, meaning that all what was left was to repair them and hope that they would work. Both were feeling a bit anxious about it, though.

It wouldn't surprise me if Henry decided to appear again and lecture me about this, even though there is really nothing to worry about. I mean, it's not like I'll be using the Nightmares to murder people. Springtrap frowned at the thought, his eyes glowing in a faint purple.

''Will?''

''What is it?'' Springtrap looked up, noticing the curious look Sam was giving him.

''You know, you still haven't told me what that conversation with Henry was about,'' she said.

''It was the same usual conversation,'' Springtrap replied. ''You know well that he's not happy that I'm involving you into this.''

''I guess he'll have to accept the fact that I do want to get involved into this. I mean, it's my choice too, isn't it?'' Sam replied.

''Of course it is, but we both know that all Henry wanted to do was to finally end this madness,'' Springtrap replied. ''However, he's still only human. Nobody could predict what would've happened afterwards, especially not the fact that I had managed to return for some reason. I guess that, now that I'm back, he feels obligated to stay here and keep an eye on me. As long as I'm free, he will never be at peace.''

''Human minds, frail and scared, freed by death, and death is fair.''

''While he may have a point about keeping an eye on you due to what you have done in the past, you haven't really done anything now that would warrant such reaction,'' Sam pointed out. ''I mean, he could just leave, as none of this has anything to do with him. He had already done his part.''

''Hopeless souls play a part in my wicked work of art.''

''I guess that it's the guilt that's forcing him to watch over me,'' Springtrap remarked, sighing. ''Even though he never had a hand in those murders or any accident that had occured at Freddy's, he probably felt guilty for being unable to stop me. The grief and the responsibility he felt tore him apart and now, the past is seemingly repeating.''

''Such relief, every time, taking life to take what's mine.''

''Only that it isn't,'' Sam said in an agitated tone. ''No offense, but you had spent several weeks here without showing any intention of going on a murder spree and even openly expressed remorse for what you had done. Isn't that enough to show that you are at least a little bit trustworthy, that you did change?''

''At the end, here we lie, here we're killers or we die.''

''Obviously, it isn't,'' Springtrap replied, a mildly amused to see Sam being this annoyed. ''You know that I cannot be forgiven nor trusted, and I doubt that will ever happen…''

''You mean, forgiven or trusted by anyone that isn't me,'' Sam pointed out, with Springtrap smiling.

''Exactly,'' he said. Even after everything that happened, after everything that was said and done, she was still supporting him.

''When the world was turned to gray, the hatred wouldn't go away, resentment in chains.''

''Nevertheless, I don't mind that,'' Springtrap continued. ''I'm used to the resentment, which is probably why I have a hard time accepting the fact that you just won't leave me alone.''

''It doesn't make it less annoying, though,'' Sam said. ''I mean, everyone is telling me to not get involed into this, while I just want to do what I feel is the right thing.''

''In the coldest of all hearts, a voice descends, the light departs, madness remains.''

''Then, what do you believe is the right thing to do?'' Springtrap asked her. Sam just ginned mischievously.

''Isn't it obvious? I'm making sure you won't get yourself into trouble,'' she said proudly, only to notice the weird look Springtrap was giving her. ''What?''

''You can't be serious,'' he said in a deadpan tone.

''Why not? As much as I know, I had always managed to help you out when you had one of your breakdowns,'' Sam replied. ''Besides, I don't see anything wrong with this.''

''Play the game, paint your scene, taking this to the extreme.''

''Sam, you're not supposed to be the taking responsibility for what I do,'' Springtrap replied.

''Will, I hope that you do remember that we're both now in this situation only because I had insisted for you to stay with me,'' Sam replied.

''Masterpiece, dark design, your last moments, only mine.''

''Yes, and I agreed. However, that still doesn't make you responsible for my actions,'' Springtrap told her. ''You don't have to defend me either, yet you do.''

''Well, someone has to do it,'' Sam replied.

''It's a need, here in dust, kill the world that stole from us.''

''It's still not an obligation,'' Springtrap argued.

''I know that, but I don't care. Honestly, why it's so hard for people to comprehend that,'' Sam said in an annoyed tone, with Springtrap feeling that further arguments wouldn't bring him anywhere.

''Take your place, let it be in my crimson symphony.''

''There was something else,'' he said after a small pause. ''Henry had brought up the fact that I murdered Connor.''

''Even though he deserved it…'' Sam muttered.

''When the world was turned to gray, the hatred wouldn't go away, resentment in chains.''

''The actual issue wasn't whether Connor deserved death or not, but the fact that I had actually murdered another person even though I said that I wouldn't,'' Springtrap said.

''It's not as if you had much of a choice considering that he attempted to murder me,'' Sam said in a grave tone, with Springtrap falling silent.

''In the coldest of all hearts, a voice descends, the light departs, madness remains.''

''You didn't have a choice, or you actually wanted to murder him?'' Springtrap then said. ''That's what Henry asked me. I told him that it doesn't make a difference, but he told me that he believed that it does, even if I didn't care about it.''

''So, how did you feel about it?'' Sam asked him in a quiet tone

Springtrap glanced at her, noticing the somber look on her expression. He hated to see her like this. He didn't want her to worry about him or be stressed because of the things he had done. His issues weren't hers to deal with, yet she insisted on helping him, despite having her own problems that she needed to handle. If anything, at least they had managed to be honest to each other when it came to their problems.

''I feel it in my bones, a need to be your God, a need to strike you down.''

''I won't deny that I was glad to see him go down, to see Connor being afraid of me after everything that had happened,'' Springtrap replied. ''It was incredibly satisfying to see his life being drained out of him.''

''That's not all, though…'' Sam muttered.

''When order disappeared, and madness took control, the conscience in me drowned.''

''No, it isn't,'' Springtrap replied. ''I admit to being a monster, but only because I had murdered that idiot doesn't mean that I'm suddenly going to murder everyone in my path.'' His eyes flared up purple. ''Of course, unless that person happens to threaten to harm you in some way.''

''I want to be your guide into the afterlife, it's a gift, look past the pain like I do.''

''I can only assume that Henry didn't really believe you,'' Sam said.

''He didn't,'' Springtrap replied. ''He feared that I'll become consumed by bloodlust, but he also did acknowledge that he wouldn't be able to do anything even if I decided to repeat the past. So, he keeps trying to give me some kind of advice on what to do.''

''I want to see your eyes, just before your demise, when only fear remains inside you.''

''I see,'' Sam muttered. ''I guess nothing can be done about it.''

''Rest assured, I certainly won't let him think that he was right about me,'' Springtrap said. He sighed, shaking his head. ''In any case, that's the kind of life I live now.''

''Well, it isn't that bad,'' Sam said, with Springtrap looking at her. ''Sure, dealing with the ghosts of your past is stressful, but I think there are still some positive things that have happened while you're here.''

''You mean, like meeting you?'' Springtrap asked.

''Yeah, well… Was that an attempt at sarcasm?'' Sam asked.

''No, I was just stating the obvious,'' Springtrap replied. Sam rose an eyebrow.

''Still sounds like sarcasm to me,'' she said. Springtrap just lightly shook his head, feeling that Sam was just teasing him.

''Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but I believe that the actual point here is that I am glad that I have met you,'' Springtrap replied, noting the wide grin on Sam's expression. ''You just waited for me to say that, didn't you?'' ''Was it that hard to admit that you are actually happy about something?'' Sam replied.

''Considering the way everyone else treats me, I believe that I'm not even allowed to be happy about anything,'' Springtrap told her in a deadpan tone. ''Even if I am miserable, someone would probably complain that I'm not miserable enough and deserve a worse treatment. I'm not saying that they wouldn't have a reason to demand that and sure, keeping me suffering makes everyone happy, but…''

''Keeping you suffering would also make you lose any sense of sanity,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding. ''I know that Henry and that kid fear that you might snap, but they seem to have forgotten that keeping you under pressure would just speed up the process. Honestly, it's surprising that you are still managing to keep yourself under control.''

''Ironically, and I hate saying this considering what I had stated earlier, it's mostly thanks to your support,'' Springtrap replied.

''Don't feel so bad about it,'' Sam told him. ''After all, it's better to admit that you were wrong than finding a way to avoid saying that you made a mistake.''

''Speaking of mistakes, remember what I had found at that location?'' Springtrap said, looking at Sam.

''Wait, you mean that one where we met Henry?'' Sam asked. ''It was that Fredbear plushie, but, why are you asking?''

''I had a feeling that, before Henry had arrived, I wasn't alone at that location. There was someone else there, even for a brief moment, and they had left that plushie there and ran out before I could find out who it was,'' Springtrap explained.

''Do you have any ideas who it might be?'' Sam asked. Springtrap fell silent, lowering his head.

''When the world was turned to gray, the hatred wouldn't go away, resentment in chains.''

''I think I do,'' he said. ''But, I'm not sure if I want a confirmation.''

''I see,'' Sam muttered, feeling sorry for him. Springtrap nodded, only to stare past Sam at the window panel that was part of the primary control module room. To his shock, a shadowy figure was standing behind the window panel, staring at them. It seemed as they were standing there for quite a while.

''In the coldest of all hearts, a voice descends, the light departs, madness remains.''

''Springtrap, what's wrong?''

Springtrap could hear Sam calling out for him as he suddenly jumped off the stage and ran over to the primary control module room, but ignored her. He had quickly reached the side door that had led to the room, only to find it empty. Feeling a little overwhelmed, he entered the room even though he was already aware that he wouldn't find anyone here.

''Madness, madness remains…''

''William…'' Springtrap turned around, only to see a worried Sam approaching him. ''What happened?''

''Someone was standing right here, observing us,'' he told her, pointing at the glass panel that overlooked the Funtime Auditorium.

''Madness, madness remains…''

''That's kind of creepy,'' Sam said, looking at the spot at which Springtrap pointed and then turning back to him. ''Do you have any idea who it might've been?''

Springtrap went silent for a moment, only to nod.

''I think I do,'' he said. ''Only, as I said, I'm not sure whether I want to have my assumptions confirmed. I'm not sure whether I would even want to confront them.''

He noticed the sympathetic look Sam gave him, feeling a cold sensation spreading through his chest, followed by anxiety and emptiness.

What should I do?

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