#fnaf 3 salvage

[slarkzin]

Did you guys know that Salvage hoax is my favorite thing ever btw (wip)

[soupmanspeaks]

rip william afton you wouldve been a terrible family vlogger

[xxlegitcookiezxx]

“Don’t worry, he’s friendly!”

I cant decide if I like it better colored or uncolored so here’s both.

[0lucifox0]

This attraction is great

So many guards I can

[everysongineverykey]

YOU TURN AWAY I'LL BE RIGHT BESIDE YOU YOU CUT ME OFF BUT I'LL ALWAYS HAVE ANOTHER WAY TO FIND YOU‼️‼️MY BODY'S STILL MENDING YOU'RE IN FOR A SIGHT💥 ANOTHER NIGHT BUT IT DOESN'T GET EASY, BECAUSE YOU START PICKING UP ALL THE PIECES THAT‼️THEY‼️ SALVAGED‼️‼️‼️NO MATTER WHAT THE ENDING YOU WON'T LAST THE NIGHT

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 5: Our Little Horror Story

''A voice calls, a cry in the dark, telling me to crawl to the light. But I won't, the show has just begun, I'm giving one last encore tonight. Five nights left to find you, one last thing to tend to. You'll fear what I can do, but you'll never run. Ghosts warn of my actions, but I'm the main attraction. You'll bring my satisfaction… Our little horror story's just begun.''

– Our Little Horror Story by Aviators (Five Nights at Freddy's 3)

xXxXxXx

Sam was drinking the milkshake she had ordered while walking through the main area, lifting the drink above her head when a few kids ran past her, pushing her aside and almost knocking her over. She looked at them, still a little startled, but relieved she didn't spill anything.

''Who would've thought that the place would still be full at this time,'' she muttered under her breath, taking another sip of the strawberry milkshake and walking out of the arcade area. Even though she told Springtrap how she wanted to go to Ricky's, she realized that it would be a little weird to have an animatronic roaming through the town during the day. She suggested then that they wait until evening, just before closing hours, but she still didn't expect that there would be so many people. ''Nobody seems to be in a hurry to leave. I hope Springtrap is doing well.''

Speaking of which, once they arrived here, the moment Sam turned her back to him, Springtrap vanished. She knew that he was quite stealthy, considering how he managed to sneak up on her without noticing, but it still surprised her. She figured he would be fine on his own and went inside, deciding to try and cover as much ground as possible, even though she wasn't quite sure for what she had been searching for. If there had even been a crime scene in this place, it was probably already cleaned. Even more, one of their employees was, as far as they knew, missing, and they still let people inside Ricky's as if nothing happened.

Or maybe the management at Ricky's has no idea what happened. Everything's possible.

So far, Sam had mostly checked the areas that patrons were allowed to visit, like the main area with the stage and the arcade area, but she knew that, if she wanted to know more, she would have to get into the parts of the location that were reserved for the employees. She was already thinking about asking whether she could get hired, but then figured that she sure wouldn't get the exact job she wanted and would be stuck with having to deal with the patrons instead of trying to find out more about Ricky and his friends.

Wolfrun Corporation may not be like Fazbear Entertainment, but you never know.

She walked over to the stage, where Max, Quentin and Dahlia were performing. Ricky was nowhere to be seen, so she assumed that he wasn't in animatronic mode and probably someone was walking around dressed-up as Ricky. She did wonder why it was only him and not the other animatronics, though. She was quite sure that the children would like to see Max or Dahlia also walking around and interacting with them.

She then glanced towards where the back room was. It was covered in curtains, so nobody would notice it, but she could still see the door at the bottom. After having another look around, she approached the door.

''Hello, there!''

Sam froze, the cold milkshake having nothing to do with it. She turned around, only to see the wolf mascot, Ricky, looking at her.

''Now, where are you going?'' Ricky asked her cheerfully, his movement showing that there was indeed a person inside the costume. Sam laughed nervously, trying to act casual.

''Oh, I was just looking around,'' she said. Despite the grin on Ricky's mask, she had the feeling that the person inside the costume wasn't smiling at all.

''Well, you shouldn't be,'' Ricky said in the same cheerful tone. ''You might get yourself in trouble, you know. Haven't you heard of animatronics punishing those who don't obey the rules?''

Something in his voice gave Sam the chills. Was the actor just messing with her?

''I thought that only the animatronics at Freddy's did that,'' Sam replied, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

''Oh, they're just haunted. That is, if you believe the rumors,'' Ricky laughed. ''Me and my friends actually make sure that no one with wicked intentions causes trouble. We will do anything to make sure that troublemakers get punished. Safety is very important to us.''

''I see,'' Sam replied, forcing a smile. ''Nice to meet you, Ricky.''

She turned around and walked away, feeling Ricky's eyes boring into the back of her skull. Once she made sure she was out of his sight, she gave a sigh of relief. While she knew that it was the actor's job to approach and entertain people, as well as make sure nobody causes trouble, she felt like she was approached by this guy one too many times ever since she came here. She had nothing against wolves, but this one was rather uncanny. Either that, or it was her imagination messing with her again.

Dude, you're living with an animatronic who has the soul of a murderer inside him and it's Ricky who freaks you out? What?!

Sure, it was surprising, but there was a difference. Sam knew exactly who Springtrap was and what he was capable of, but in comparison to Springtrap, she had no idea what kind of person was representing Ricky.

She kept an eye on the wolf, who walked away, wondering whether she could try again to sneak into the back room. However, once again approached the stage and glanced at Ricky, she noticed him staring directly at her. Shuddering, she walked straight past the stage and to the nearest trash bin in order to throw her empty milkshake cup in it. Still having an uncanny feeling of being watched, she glanced back at Ricky, who seemed to be closer now than before, talking to a few children. He then lifted his head, staring at her and tilting his head.

Sam quickly turned around and left the area.

xXx

It felt rather strange being again at a somewhat familiar establishment. Springtrap felt a little bad for just leaving Sam on her own so suddenly, but he figured that she'd be able to find her way through the place. He had sneaked through the back door into the employee area, finding himself at a maintenance room as he tried to hide and decide where to go next. His first thought was to go deeper into the employee area, perhaps finding the manager's or security guard's office, until he realized that that wasn't exactly an option.

Instead, he found himself peeking into the main area, surprised to see the place packed with people. Despite what Sam told him about Ricky's, he expected that there would be, at least, adults who knew that what went down at Freddy's weren't just rumors and would be suspicious of Ricky's. However, the number of screaming, unsupervised children, parents who were only interested in their smartphones or tablets and exhausted employees told him that he was wrong.

He was quite sure that not only would he be able to snatch away a kid without anyone noticing, but that their parents wouldn't bother searching for their kid until they get kicked out once the place got closed. It had occurred to him to put this theory to a test, but he quickly decided against it, even though he would enjoy the sight of a parent screaming at an employee for not keeping an eye on their kid, despite the fact that the employees weren't babysitters and in no way responsible for the children, as a rule on the framed notice board nearby the entrance said.

And they call me a bad parent.

He sneaked into the main area, hiding in one of its dark corners. It seemed that Ricky's Wonder Shack had been keeping parts of their buildings in the dark, either because of aesthetics or to steer patrons away from them for some reason, which worked in his favor, as it gave him the opportunity to navigate through the place easier.

He observed the people from the corner he was hidden in, a little surprised that nobody seemed to notice him. Maybe they thought he was a obscure addition to the more popular mascots and not really worth their attention. He was fine with that, as he currently didn't need any spotlight. Instead, he observed the mascots on the stage.

 It was a little weird to see animatronics that weren't Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, or their variations. On the other hand, this was a different company with a different brand, so there shouldn't be anything surprising. Something he did notice was that the animatronics were kept in a really good condition. While he was still at Freddy's, he would take over for a while as a technician whenever another employee couldn't come to work for whatever reason, and he saw that they were doing a rather poor job. There had been dirt and food stains on the suits, as well as missing parts and even rust on the endoskeletons, with him having to do a thorough work on them to keep them in a good condition. He always had that feeling of satisfaction when he saw the end result.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed two kids curiously looking at him. They were a boy and a girl, seemingly no older than four or five and looked a lot alike, with Springtrap guessing that they were twins. They didn't say anything and seemed to be rather shy, as they backed away a little when he looked at them. However, they still smiled, even giggling, as if he had just performed a magic trick for them.

''Hello!'' The girl waved and giggled again, happy that she caught his attention. Springtrap was quite sure that she wouldn't be this happy if she knew to what kind of person she was talking to. Wondering where their parents were, he crouched, still towering over the two.

''Hello there,'' he said. ''Do you need anything?''

The girl started to fidget on the spot, as if a little embarrassed to ask him.

''Do you want to play?''

''I'm sorry, but I'm busy with something else,'' Springtrap told her politely. Surprisingly, the twins handled it rather well. Instead of screaming and demanding that he plays with them, they simply nodded.

''What's your name?'' the boy asked, standing on his toes and briefly rising his hand as if he wanted to touch his ears, but stopped himself, looking at the animatronic for permission. Springtrap nodded, with the boy giggling as he touched his ear, a little awed by the soft fur, and quickly stepping back, proud of his achievement.

''Call me Spring,'' Springtrap added, with the two nodding.

''I'm Kathy and this is Kyle,'' Kathy pointed at herself and her brother.

''Where are your parents?'' Springtrap asked, tilting his head. ''You shouldn't be walking alone like this.''

''Auntie told us that we could. She also said that we shouldn't bother her,'' Kathy replied, then pointed at a woman who was sitting at a lone table, staring at her phone and furiously texting someone. Springtrap frowned and then turned to the two.

''Your auntie is wrong,'' he said gently. ''Now, here's a warning from a friendly animatronic. Do not follow people you don't know, as they might try to hurt you. If you think someone is being strange, tell your parents.''

''We know that,'' Kathy said, looking a little excited. ''Mummy and Daddy told us.'' Her expression then changed to a disappointed one. ''But Auntie said that they were just annoying and how she lets our cousins do whatever they want. They're also really mean.''

''Yeah!'' Kyle chimed in.

''Then you are smarter than your auntie or your cousins,'' Springtrap told the two, with them beaming with pride. ''Next time you come here, bring your parents.''

''We will!'' Kathy replied, taking her brother's hand. ''Thank you, Spring!''

''Bye, bye, Spring!'' Kyle waved as they left, walking over to their aunt, who still didn't pay any attention to her surroundings.

Springtrap stood up, glaring at the woman as she yelled at the twins for interrupting her. However, she instantly turned sweet and nice when two boys, a few years older than the twins, joined them, one of them pushing Kathy away and demanding that the woman comes with them and kicks out whichever kid beat them at the arcade game they were playing. The woman followed the two, leaving the twins who were rather upset, looking like they were about to cry.

Springtrap's eyes glowed purple as he clenched his fist. This wasn't the first time he had to deal with entitled people who thought that the world revolved around them, and he really enjoyed messing with them and then kicking them out of his restaurant if they wouldn't stop with their arrogant behavior. However, as much as he wanted to punch that woman, he knew that it would be smarter to take care of the twins.

Kathy and Kyle, who were still upset about their aunt abandoning them, looked rather surprised when they saw the strange bunny animatronic again, this time smiling at them.

''I saw what happened,'' he said, crouching down. ''Are you okay?''

''We are,'' Kathy said, with her brother turning to them.

''What if Auntie Karen leaves us again?'' Kyle asked, tears forming in his eyes. His sister wasn't sure what to tell him, looking like she was doing her best not to cry.

''Do you two know your parents' phone numbers?'' Springtrap asked them.

''No…'' Kyle replied, with Kathy nudging him and showing Springtrap her wrist with a pink rubber band with numbers on it.

''Mummy gave me this and said that, if we get in trouble, to ask someone to call this number,'' she said, looking relieved. Her brother stopped crying.

''Okay, here's what you two are going to do. You will go to that girl,'' Springtrap pointed at a female employee, who looked a little older than Sam, ''and ask her to call your parents. Tell her that you are lost and I'm sure that she will help you.''

''We will do that,'' Kathy said, nodding and grabbing her brother's hand. ''Thank you again, Spring!''

''But, what about Auntie Karen?'' Kyle asked his sister.

''You shouldn't be worried about her. The most important thing is that you two let your parents know that they should pick you up. Don't you think that your parents would be sad if they found out you got lost?'' Springtrap told them.

''Ah, okay,'' Kyle replied, with the two then walking over to the female employee they saw, who seemed to look both concerned and relieved once Kathy showed her the rubber band, and walked with them out of the area.

A few seconds later, their poor excuse of an aunt appeared along with her two sons, screeching like a banshee at the stern male employee, who pointed towards the entrance. She and her kids stormed out, with her yelling about being treated poorly and didn't seem to even give a second thought about the fact that she just left her niece and her nephew at the restaurant.

Springtrap shook his head, sincerely hoping that the twins would get picked up by their parents. He then noticed that more and more people were leaving, guessing it was closing time. This was his cue to find a good hiding spot and wait until the place was finally closed.

xXx

Sam noticed people slowly leaving, several of them being parents who tried to coax their screaming kids to finally stop playing on the tower that was a combination of a slide, a net and monkey bars, and was connected to another one via a tube you had to crawl through. Looking at her phone, she realized that the place would be closing soon.

She had started to wonder where Springtrap actually was, as she hadn't seen him anywhere. She didn't want to use the walkie-talkie she gave him, telling him how he should call her instead in case he found something. So far, there hadn't been a call and she was slowly getting worried about him. Had he been caught?

Sam was contemplating whether she should hide somewhere, but considering how the employees had been ushering people out of the building and were making rounds to make sure nobody remained, that didn't seem to be an option. Feeling like she wasted her time, Sam walked out with the rest of the patrons. Aside from the weird encounter with Ricky, there wasn't anything.

Should I really be that surprised?

She walked away from the almost empty parking lot and towards an alley behind the building. Had she turned around the corner, she would've found herself at the back entrance to the building. She figured she should wait for Springtrap, assuming that he was still inside the building, and wait for the employees to leave. It took a good hour or so until the employees, or at least most of them, have left. The lights had been turned off and it seemed like she was the only person still here, but she didn't dare to do anything yet.

Suddenly, she heard a crackling sound on her walkie-talkie. She took it out, feeling a little relieved.

''Hey Sam, where are you?''

''Outside the building. Where are you?''

''Still inside. Seems like someone just doesn't want to leave.''

xXx

Springtrap's eyes glowed in a soft purple as he glanced into the hallway, noticing a shadow at the end of it. Someone was in the room with the costumes.

''Could you then give me a call when you're sure that the building is completely empty?''

''Sure.''

Springtrap glanced down the hallway, noticing the employee exiting the room. He was a young man, probably in his mid-20s, looking rather tall and lanky, with short brown hair. The man looked around, as if suspicious of something. Springtrap quickly retreated, only to be surprised when all the lights suddenly turned off. He kept quiet, hearing the back door closing. Springtrap waited a little, before getting out of his hiding spot and making sure that absolutely no one was inside the place. He then looked at the walkie-talkie.

''Sam?''

''Is something wrong?''

''Have you seen a guy exiting the building?''

''Yeah, I did. He just entered the car and left.''

''I see. Just wait a little longer.''

xXx

Sam paced in the small alley, a little nervous about what was going to happen. It didn't take long after Springtrap's last call, with the back door opening. She was relieved to see the animatronic, although something did bother her.

''Shouldn't there be a security guard?''

''Seems like they deemed it unnecessary,'' Springtrap replied, then frowned. ''Or they haven't found a replacement yet. In any case, I need to show you something.''

They quickly passed the door where the main area with the animatronics was, with Springtrap leading her towards the manager's office. While walking there, Sam could've sworn she heard steps that didn't belong to either of them. She didn't question Springtrap about it, yet, as she wanted to know what he wanted to show her. Once they got inside the office, Springtrap quickly closed the door behind them, with a look of concern.

''What's wrong?'' Sam asked him, but Springtrap shook his head.

''You'll find out soon enough,'' he replied, pointing at the drawers. Sam opened it, finding some messily placed files, which seemed to be about the animatronics. She took them out, quickly reading through them.

''Looks like they spent a fortune on those animatronics. All of them are high-tech, able to roam around and interact, as well…'' Sam trailed off as she read something and glanced back at Springtrap.

''Seems like they're similar to the Toy Animatronics, except for the fact that the Misfits don't only have facial recognition, but are also programmed to hunt down and detain any intruder, reducing the need for human supervision,'' Springtrap said. ''I'm not sure if they would've stuffed you into a suit like Freddy and his friends, though.''

''Sounds to me more like Circus Baby and the Funtimes, if they hadn't been designed to kill,'' Sam replied, noticing the glint of purple in Springtrap's eyes. She then took out her phone and started to take photos of the documents, while Springtrap looked around the office. He stopped when he suddenly heard steps coming towards the office. Sam held her breath, realizing that one of the animatronics had stopped right in front of the door. A few seconds later, they heard steps again and the animatronic seemed to be walking away from the office.

Sam sighed in relief, looking at Springtrap. ''We should hurry up and leave as quickly as possible.''

The latter nodded, opening a drawer and finding another file, this being one with huge letters printed on it.

''DECOMMISSIONED,'' he read, opening the file. The illustration of an animatronic he had never seen before stared back at him.

''We can read it back at home,'' Sam said, taking the file away from him and quickly taking photos of it. Once done with it, she put all the files back where they belonged. ''Now, the question remains on how are we supposed to get out. There are animatronics patrolling the hallways.''

''Well, you signed up for it,'' Springtrap said, giving her a smug grin. ''It shouldn't be surprising that this would eventually get dangerous.''

''Yeah, I know. I actually wanted to see if there's anything else before we get out of here,'' Sam said, her hand on the door knob. ''Like, the security guard's office.''

''You reckon there's footage of what happened?''

''Maybe, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was deleted,'' Sam replied, opening the door and looking outside. ''No one's here. Let's go.''

They quickly walked down the hallway, listening for steps. So far, they had luck, but just as they were about to enter another hallway, they heard steps. Sam felt Springtrap quickly grabbing her arm and pull her into a nearby room, closing the door. It was rather dark inside, with Sam first turning the screen light on her phone and then switching over to the flashlight. She didn't really like to use it, as it was too bright and would drain her battery fast, and with the screen light, there was less fear for her to be spotted. However, since the room had no windows, she didn't have to worry about it.

The room had hangers with costumes on it, looking rather vague. Sam assumed that they were spare suits for the animatronics. Two hangers were empty, with Sam and Springtrap spotting one of the costumes, the Ricky costume, on the nearby desk.

''I forgot to mention that the guy who left earlier had been here,'' Springtrap told Sam, who was examining it. ''I guess that he was taking the costume off.''

''It seems like it's not a springlock suit,'' Sam said, looking into the inside of the suit. ''I guess that's a good thing for them…''

''Or Wolfrun Corporation tried to create similar suits, but failed miserably and had to resort to normal costumes,'' Springtrap added, looking at the costumes. His eyes glowed purple when he suddenly saw something. He crouched down, trying to push away the costumes as he searched for something beneath them.

''What's wrong?'' Sam walked over to him, with Springtrap pointing at the few barely visible stains on the floor. He then examined each of the costumes, finding a few droplets on one. However, the fur had been rather dark, so it was hard to see them.

''I think we just found the crime scene,'' Springtrap replied. ''Could you shine your light over here?''

Sam pointed her phone at the floor and the suit, the stains now a little more visible.

''It seems that, whoever tried to clean this up, missed a few spots,'' she said. ''Then, there's the missing costume… Do you think someone killed the security guard while wearing a Ricky's costume?''

''Sounds like a logical explanation,'' Springtrap said. ''They then had to drag the body away, leave it at Freddy's, then return back to this place and clean up the blood. However, since it's quite dark in the room and there are also animatronics roaming outside, I assume they were in a hurry and didn't do a proper clean-up. Although, I could imagine someone claiming that the blood is just tomato sauce stains.''

Sam quickly took a photo of it, her hands shaking in both anxiety and excitement. She didn't expect that the night would turn out like this. However, as she was about to walk out, Springtrap stopped her.

''Wait here,'' he said. ''I want to check something first and then I'll come back to pick you up, okay?''

Sam nodded, with Springtrap quickly exiting the room and closing the door. He heard steps again, his eyes flaring purple when he saw Virgil walking into the hallway. The animatronic stopped dead in his tracks, as if observing Springtrap. After a few seconds, he continued walking into the next hallway, with Springtrap grinning.

''I see… They are actually more similar to the Toys than Circus Baby,'' he muttered. He followed Virgil into the next hallway, trying to remember the map Sam showed him. Those parts were marked as restricted for the patrons, but he felt that this was where they would find the surveillance room. It didn't take long for him to find it, as Virgil practically led him to it, only to stop, turn around and walk past Springtrap.

For a brief moment, Springtrap considered tampering with Virgil's system, simply for his own amusement, but decided against it, as he still had to get Sam. He walked back, stopping in front of the room with the costumes and waiting for Dahlia to pass him, as she slowly made her way towards the manager's office.

He opened the door, with Sam quickly getting outside and quietly following him. Virgil was nowhere in sight, although Springtrap had a feeling that he would return soon. They hadn't seen Ricky, Quentin or Max, and he assumed that they were at the main area. Sam, on the other hand, sighed in relief as they locked themselves in the security guard's office. She quickly turned the cameras on, observing the animatronics, who were walking in a set pattern, albeit none of them was entering the rooms with closed doors.

''It's all set to live feed,'' she said, searching for any stored videos. ''There's nothing there.''

''Or maybe someone deleted the recordings and set it to live feed, but nobody bothered to check on it,'' Springtrap said.

''We should leave,'' Sam said, turning the cameras off. ''I have a bad feeling that someone will return here and find us.''

''You mean the murderer?'' Springtrap asked, with Sam shrugging. He then opened the door and looked into the corridor, noticing Virgil vanishing into the hallway he came from. ''This way.''

With Springtrap leading them, the two walked as quickly as possible to the back door, briefly stopping when Dahlia suddenly appeared. Sam quickly hid behind Springtrap, who noticed Dahlia staring at him, her eyes lit, but she didn't seem to notice Sam. Instead, she continued down the corridor, while they entered the one she came from.

''That was close,'' Sam said, breathing a sigh of relief as they finally walked outside, with Springtrap closing the door.

''Seems that we were right about our theory,'' he said, as they walked away from the building. ''We know who was killed and where, but we don't know why or who the killer was.''

''True,'' Sam muttered, only to hear a strange sound and look at Springtrap. Aside from his walkie-talkie, he seemed to be carrying something else. ''What's that?''

''Oh, this?'' He grinned, holding a keychain. Sam stared at him, completely flabbergasted.

''You took the keys?!'' she mouthed, the last part sounding like a hiss.

''I found them at the manager's office, as I needed to open the door for you. I believe that these are the spare keys,'' he said, giving them and the walkie-talkie to Sam, who put them in the small bag she had over her shoulder. She sighed.

''You know what, we'll talk about this tomorrow,'' she said.

''Are you feeling okay?'' Springtrap asked her. Sam nodded.

''I feel a little tired, that's all.''

xXx

While Sam was sound asleep in the room next door, Springtrap was lying wide awake on the couch, thinking about what happened. He had to agree with Sam that it was quite eventful and he actually enjoyed it, as it didn't feel bad being around other people, even if he stayed in the shadows. He had even thought about visiting Freddy's once it opens.

If it opens.

Speaking of which, it was probably a bad idea for him to be at any kind of family friendly locations, as he wasn't exactly safe to be around people. Nevertheless, that didn't mean he did not know how to behave around children, acting like a friendly animatronic, without triggering the bloodlust he usually felt. Not to mention, he had been focused on the task he had been given.

I hope those two got picked up by their parents.

Springtrap glanced through the window at the night sky. He wondered what was going on at Ricky's and how it was connected to Freddy's, as well as whether it was connected to him.

He saw static before his eyes, but shook his head and sat up. The room didn't change, causing him to sigh in relief. He hoped that he could somehow put his hallucinations under control, but he still couldn't figure out how. So far, Sam was the one who managed to wake him up whenever he had a hallucination.

He thought about what she told him, how he had probably already made his choice by not only not murdering her, but also accepting her help.

Just when one horror story has ended, another one has begun. It seems like it never will end. Right, Henry?

xXx

''Springtrap?''

Springtrap was startled when Sam opened the door next morning and looked in the guest room. She smiled.

''Hey, there!'' she said. ''Did you have any hallucinations?''

''No,'' Springtrap replied. ''Did you have any nightmares?''

''Surprisingly, I didn't,'' Sam replied. ''Speaking of nightmares and hallucinations, it's Night 3, isn't it?''

''I am not exactly sure whether I should be looking forward to this, especially considering yesterday's topic,'' Springtrap said.

''Don't worry,'' Sam replied. ''This one involves you being the main attraction.''

Springtrap didn't look assured, wondering what this would be about. A little while later, he was in the kitchen, sitting across Sam, who was eating breakfast and looking at her phone.

''You know, I could've made you breakfast if you wanted. Pancakes, or something else maybe,'' Springtrap said, leaned against the table.

''It's okay,'' Sam replied, checking her smartphone and then turning to him. ''There are a few things we need to deal with first. For starters, I need to return those keys you took.''

''How do you plan to do this? Are you going to just walk inside and tell them that you have their spare keys?'' Springtrap asked.

''No way,'' Sam replied, shaking her head. ''I planned to just go back and drop them on the floor so someone else would find them. Once I'm back, we can talk about what I wanted to ask you for this Night.''

''If you say so,'' Springtrap muttered, observing her as she finished her breakfast and left for upstairs. He got up, entering the living room and waiting for her. Sam quickly came downstairs, putting the keys into her bag.

''I trust you to keep an eye on the house while I'm gone,'' Sam said.

''Don't worry, it'll be fine,'' he replied, with Sam leaving. He watched her until she was out of his sight, feeling a little lonely. Sure, he was capable of being on his own for an hour or so, but he still felt better when she was present.

Com'n! You have survived Hell, you can survive this.

xXx

Sam had been debating, not feeling right about this, but she still went through with it. Currently, she was at the counter at Ricky's Wonder Shack, ordering a pizza for lunch. As she debated which one to order, she felt a little anxious about the second pair of keys in her bag, having decided to make a copy of them. She hoped she would never have to use them and didn't plan to tell anyone (aside from Springtrap) that she had the keys for the back door to Ricky's.

''I'll take the mixed one.''

''Do you want a drink?''

''No thanks.''

After ordering, she had been given a receipt with a number, with the employee telling her how it would take about 20 minutes until her pizza was finished. Sam decided to walk around a little until her number would be called, visiting the stage with the animatronics. Currently, they weren't singing.

She looked around anxiously, still holding the receipt, and wondering where to leave the keys. There weren't many people and she searched for blind spots in case someone was watching the cameras, eventually realizing that leaving the keys at the stage was the best idea. She grabbed the keys and let her receipt fall down. She then crouched down to pick it up, placing the keys on the floor, and got up, quickly leaving the section. Nobody seemed to have noticed her and in another 10 minutes, she would be out of this place.

She walked to the tables, waiting for her order. She read some notifications on her phone, slowly relaxing. So far, everything went according to her plan.

''Why, hello!''

Sam froze when she heard a familiar voice. She turned, only to see Ricky waving at her. Her anxiety skyrocketed.

''Are you alone? Do you want company?'' Ricky asked her in a friendly tone.

''I was about to leave,'' Sam replied, standing up.

''Owww, that's so sad. Why don't you stay and have some fun?'' Ricky asked her. ''Perhaps I could introduce you to my friends?''

''I'm sorry, but I have to refuse,'' Sam replied politely, noticing her number on the screen above the counter and the employee calling it out. ''My order is up.''

Before she could hear Ricky's reply, she quickly went up to the counter, where she was given her pizza. She then walked to the entrance, but not before she glanced back, noticing that Ricky was gone. The animatronics on the stage were singing again, this time accompanied by the wolf animatronic as well.

Feeling nervous, Sam quickly left the place.

xXx

Springtrap was pacing in the living room, waiting for Sam. He had turned the TV on, figuring he could watch something, but he then quickly turned it off, preferring the silence. Someone else would've probably been rather unnerved by how quiet it was, but he was used to it, especially after having spent about 30 years locked in that safe room, the only company being the animatronic who killed him. Also, he felt that it was still better than that hellish office.

It's rather strange how things turned out. One mistake, or rather, one decision, and I came back, my soul possessing the Spring Bonnie suit.

Despite all the agony, he still smiled when he realized what would happen. He wanted it to happen. Death was nothing in comparison to what he had achieved.

It was an amazing feeling, although the only drawback was that those kids sealed the door, so I couldn't escape the safe room. Still, the wait did pay off.

He could still vividly remember the corridors of Fazbear's Fright. To be honest, he was a little surprised to see Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy being used as props at the horror attraction, but on second thought, he felt that it was quite appropriate. He even had the feeling that he belonged there as well, especially considering his past. He always felt that nothing could stop him.

I always come back.

He closed his eyes as static blurred his vision. He soon opened them, realizing that this was another hallucination.

I'm back at Fazbear's Fright.

He glanced at his suit, which looked now exactly like the withered one he had at Fazbear's Fright. He kept calm this time. It was just a memory, nothing else. He felt that he could handle this one. All he had to do was to stay at this spot and wait, as it would eventually go away. He then looked up, noticing a camera pointed at him. Of course I'm being watched. But, this is just a memory. Henry isn't really here.

He had to wonder what his old partner thought when he saw him again, when he realized what happened to William. Was he happy to see him being served the same fate as his victims? Was he horrified by the monstrosity William had become? Or did he already know about it and ignored what happened, determined to send his old friend to Hell?

I never asked him.

Someone would think that, all that time, Freddy and his friends were the ones people should fear. However, they weren't aware that their legacy wouldn't exist if it hadn't been for him. He was hiding in the shadows for so long, but now, he was the main attraction.

They thought that they could bring me to an end, but they were wrong.

He closed his eyes, feeling the bloodlust resurfacing, calling him. It was inviting him to continue murdering. It wanted him to create a new horror story.

The show has just begun.

He looked back at the camera, then turned his back at it.

However, this horror story is different.

''Springtrap?''

He was startled when he suddenly heard Sam's voice. He saw static again, with Fazbear's Fright vanishing and his suit looking less like a zombie and more like a cuddly bunny. He turned around, noticing Sam's worried expression.

''That was another of your hallucinations, wasn't it?'' she said. Springtrap nodded. ''Should I be worried?''

''No. It was just a memory,'' he replied.

''Speaking of memories, follow me,'' she said, beckoning to him. Feeling a little dazed, he followed her upstairs, with Sam turning on her laptop. ''Five Nights at Freddy's 3, also known as the game that got me hooked on the story rather than just trying to survive five nights of being hunted down by various animatronics.''

''Really? Why that game?'' Springtrap asked her as he looked over her shoulder at the monitor.

''It kinda started with a simple quote,'' Sam said, glancing at him. ''He will come back. He always does. We have a place for him. This was followed by me realizing to whom the quote referred to.''

Springtrap realized what she meant a second before she opened the file, with the screenshot of the very animatronic she was talking about. He tilted his head, seemingly nonchalant about it.

''He looks dashing.''

This caused Sam to burst out laughing. Springtrap had the feeling that she was dying to see his reaction and that he didn't disappoint, feeling somewhat happy about it. He sat on the bed, waiting for her to calm down.

''Will… Seriously?'' Sam was still smiling, taking a deep breath in order to calm down.

''To be honest, even though I was a rotting zombie bunny, I still preferred the animatronic suit,'' Springtrap replied.

''I see, but you never really explained to me why,'' Sam said. Springtrap gave her a smug grin.

''It's quite simple. Whenever I wore the suit, I had that sudden rush of confidence. I became a different person and I felt that I could do or say anything I wanted,'' Springtrap replied. ''I guess you could say I was addicted to that feeling, as it took me some effort to keep my actual identity and my animatronic identity separate.''

''I know that feeling,'' Sam said, with Springtrap looking surprised. ''You see, I have multiple accounts on various websites on the internet. I can pretend to be a completely different person than I am in real life, but sometimes, I feel exposed, especially when I show my emotions in the text I write. I understand that it's hard to separate yourself from the character you love, but in your case…''

''In my case, I became the character I desired to be. William Afton was gone and Springtrap was born,'' Springtrap said. ''It didn't take me long to accept my new identity. In some way, once all the pain and agony subsided, I was looking forward to it.''

''Speaking of which, why did you return to Freddy's?'' Sam asked. ''If you hadn't, none of this would've actually happened.''

''It were the animatronics,'' Springtrap replied. ''By that point, I was already certain why they were acting so strange, and after Freddy's closed, I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to destroy them once and for all.''

''Why did you even want to destroy them? It's not like they could escape the place. As far as I know, the animatronics had a map with the layout of the restaurant and FNaF 3 even had a minigame that showed them getting an error warning whenever they got close to the safe room,'' Sam said, pointing at her laptop. ''I know that you used that to your advantage.''

''That's true. Also, the reason I had to destroy them was because I had the feeling that the spirits would eventually overtake the animatronics' AI and find a way to break out and find me,'' Springtrap replied. ''I was right about it, although I was thinking about the wrong animatronic.''

''So, Spring Bonnie wouldn't have been able to move at all if he had been active?'' Sam asked. Springtrap shook his head.

''Once my soul took over the animatronic, I saw several error warnings, but they soon stopped once I figured out how to gain complete control over it,'' he explained. ''Seems like those kids never figured it out.''

''I bet they were really happy when they saw you die,'' Sam said darkly, staring at Springtrap.

''I assume they were,'' he replied. ''I was kind of busy having to deal with being sliced to pieces by the spring locks to pay attention.'' He then shook his head. ''Nevertheless, I already told you that I chose that fate. It was certainly better than any alternative.''

''Although it also caused you to be locked away for 30 years,'' Sam said. ''You know, I'm still surprised it's been only a couple of years since Fazbear's Fright burned down.''

''I feel like it has been an eternity since then,'' Springtrap said.

''Speaking of which, that old Freddy's location you visited before your demise,'' Sam said, scrolling through the file. ''It got torn down shortly after Fazbear's Fright was burned to ashes.''

''It did?'' Springtrap was surprised. He didn't really think about any of the old locations, but he felt a little weird to hear about it. It felt like a piece of his past had been torn away.

Did you really expect it to last?

''I'm not sure who ordered it to be demolished, but the plot is still empty,'' Sam added. ''I actually visited it twice. Once just before it was torn down and once after that.''

''Now that you're talking about it, I can imagine Henry doing that,'' Springtrap said. ''After all, he wanted the past to burn until nothing remained. Everything we created would be gone.''

''That did work, but it seems that someone wasn't really satisfied with finally bringing the whole horror story to an end,'' Sam said, then smiled, surprising Springtrap. ''I don't mind the continuation, if you can call it that. I mean, everyone involved in it is gone and at peace, except for you, so this feels like a whole different chapter.''

''I guess you can call this our little horror story, since you decided to get yourself involved,'' Springtrap said. ''That is, if you still want to be involved in it.''

''To be honest, I do,'' Sam said in a confident tone. ''Anyways, I have another question. What did happen to Phone Dude?''

''Who?''

''That guy who brought you to Fazbear's Fright. He was talking about having how he found an animatronic and then suddenly realized that the animatronic was gone,'' Sam explained. ''That's the last I heard of him.''

''Don't worry, I didn't kill him,'' Springtrap said. ''He managed to escape once he realized that the rumors about the haunted animatronics might be true.''

''You also said that Henry was the night guard. So, was he the one who set the building on fire? I mean, Phone Dude talked about how the technology in the building was ancient and how, if they weren't careful, it would catch on fire,'' Sam said.

''I think that the fire was indeed an incident, although there's no doubt that it gave Henry the idea to create an incinerator,'' Springtrap said, sounding a little bitter. He then noticed the look Sam was giving him. It wasn't the usual unnerving glare, but she seemed to be rather sympathetic, which surprised him. ''What's wrong?''

''Are you happy with your current situation?'' she asked, tilting her head. Springtrap was stunned, especially since there was no hint of malice or anger in her tone. She was simply curious. ''You said that you feel more confident as an animatronic, so I was wondering whether you are happy being stuck in this state.''

''I guess I am,'' Springtrap replied, looking at his hands. It was a strange feeling, but he couldn't help but smile at the satisfaction he felt. This was now who he was and he didn't care about what others thought about his fate. It might have been horrible in other people's eyes, but he was content with his new identity. I am Springtrap.

''I'm glad about that,'' Sam said, causing Springtrap to look at her. ''At least you're not a tormented soul who wishes to be free from his cage.''

''Well, if someone told me to go into the light, I would just tell them to shut up and go back the other direction,'' Springtrap said, causing Sam to giggle. He could feel the warmth spreading through his chest, once again pushing that hollow feeling away. ''So, do you have any other plans for today?''

''Not really. I am not really in mood to go anywhere tonight,'' Sam replied, stretching her arms.

''Is there anything wrong?'' Springtrap asked her, noticing that she did look a little anxious.

''To be honest, I don't really like those animatronics at Ricky's,'' she replied. ''I don't have anything against the mascots, but Ricky's actor is kinda unsettling. Every time I go there, I get approached by Ricky. I mean, I know that he's just trying to entertain people, but still…''

''Let me get this straight – you're freaked out by a normal guy in a costume, but you're perfectly comfortable in my presence? I feel like I missed out on something,'' Springtrap said.

''I think it's because I know who you are, but I have no idea who the actor is,'' Sam said. ''I guess that some people had the same feeling whenever you would perform.''

''As much as I know, some of the adults felt freaked out by the animatronics in general, not just me,'' Springtrap said. ''And that was even before they became haunted.''

''Speaking of adults, my mum is supposed to come back tomorrow,'' Sam said, earning a look of surprise from the animatronic.

''I hope you managed to come up with an excuse for what I'm doing here,'' he said.

''Well, I thought I could just tell Mum that you are a sentient animatronic whom I found and who followed me home,'' Sam said, shrugging.

''It's not that far from the truth,'' Springtrap said. ''That is, if you exclude all the shadier parts. Is there anything you want me to say or do?''

''Just keep up with the masquerade and don't tell her your real identity,'' Sam said.

''Why would I even want to do that?'' Springtrap asked, crossing his arms.

''Once you meet my mother, you'll understand,'' Sam replied. ''She has her own way of finding out the truth.''

''If she's anything like you, I can imagine that she will,'' Springtrap said, a little sarcastic, only to notice Sam's expression. He felt worried. ''Should I be afraid?''

''If she learns the truth, yeah,'' Sam replied. ''However, I think this will work out. Besides, you look like a cute and cuddly bunny. That's got to count for something.''

''You think I look cute?'' Springtrap tilted his head, feeling flustered. Sam smiled sheepishly.

''Yeah, I do,'' she said. ''Although that perception comes from my experience with the games, where I only saw you as a withered bunny animatronic complete with a corpse. Honestly, it was slightly disturbing with how adorable you could look, even more after I realized who was inside the suit.''

Springtrap felt a little weird, not at all expecting this kind of conversation. However, he was glad that she had such an opinion of him. He knew that, in a way, he wanted her to accept him, but he couldn't force her.

''I'll take that as a compliment then,'' Springtrap said, glad to see her smile again.

xXx

''Huh?''

He noticed something glinting on the floor. He picked it up, noticing it were keys.

''Now, now, who would do that? Someone far too curious for their own good?'' He closed his hand. ''Tsk, tsk, that not how things are done here. Safety is very important to us, isn't it?''

He then turned around, seeing a small boy looking curiously at him. He grinned beneath the mask.

''Do you want to meet my friends?''

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[liquid-geodes]

IT'S SPRINGTRAP'S BIRTHDAY

LISTEN TO SALVAGED BY NATEWANTSTOBATTLE ON REPEAT TO CELEBRATE

[corpse-fairy17]

Omg I would love to see more of this guy or a whole reference sheet for him, he’s so cool omg

Chica's Voicebox? Monty's Claws? Nah, Salvage has a better way to get through those pesky gates.

[ponds-of-ink]

The Certified Pond Analysis of Scraptrap Voicelines

Because I haven’t talked about this rabbit’s voice lines as much as I should.

Buckle up. This is gonna get wordy.

-

So, going in the order of this video, we have:

“I always come back!”

The most quoted Afton line. And understandably so. This is the man at his most triumphant, even with his.. questionable suit-repair choices. The emphasis on “always” as well as the moderately louder volume really sells that confident air Springtrap continues to have in FNAF AR. Though, as we’ll soon see, this is not the only emotion he feels as Scraptrap.

(Also, before we continue: This gives me the first point on the “I can hear the smile in his voice” scoreboard. It’s a surprise tool that should help us later.)

”Bittersweet, but fitting”

…And by “later”, I apparently mean now.

There may be a smirk at the end, but it’s not a strong one. The overall line read is much more reserved here. Maybe even somber, if I’m inferring correctly. The choice of words is interesting here too. Whoever’s the owner of the Pizza Sim building, he may not be as fond of jumpscaring them as one would think…

”What a deceptive calling! I knew it was a lie the moment I heard it— Obviously, but it is intriguing nonetheless…”

Ah, yes. The big monologue post-Salvage. Couple of things I noticed here that aren’t debatable lore implications:

(1) Man’s rushing through that second half for some reason. Don’t know if that was an editing error, an intentional line read, or Scraptrap trying to.. reason with himself? Sound smarter than he thinks he is? I dunno, something about the pacing is off here.

(2) Oh, hey, first line with a “snake hiss”! This isn’t a consistent trait with his lines, but it’s a key feature that I use to differentiate Springtrap and Scraptrap during voice impressions.

(3) This man puts so much emphasis on words sometimes. So much so that I can not only hear the smile near the end, but I can also feel the eye roll during “deceptive”. And PJ Heywood never voice acted before FNAF apparently? H u h.

Anyway, moving on before I start implying that Scrap-Trap might’ve been lured in by a newspaper or something…

“Fascinating! What they have become…”

Another point to the “I can hear the smile” board. We’re on three points now; three and a half if you count “Bittersweet”.

This one I’ve already brought up before, but the abridged analysis is: This guy (unlike Glitch-Trap in that one Security Breach trailer) actually compliments his.. uh.. teammates? Workmates? ..Just realized that the relationship dynamic between the Salvage Gang doesn’t have an official term. Bummer.

That aside, it’s genuinely interesting that he doesn’t diss them at all. You think he would given his reputation, but no. He just has this twisted sense of “oh wow they’re so cool”.

…Come to think of it, has he directly dissed somebody in the games specifically? I’m not even sure if the “Deceptive Calling” monologue or the AR Springtrap lines count. AR Springtrap tends to boast about himself more than put the player down and Scraptrap was having an ‘I’m smarter than that lol” moment.

If I’m right, then I think I may have found a proper difference between a pretend Mimic Afton and the real one. Huh.

“How can I resist a promise such as this?”

Getting back to the main topic, we’ve got a return for the snake hiss and the emphasis on certain words. Also, add another point to “I can hear the smile”— Except it’s more of a smug grin than a bizarre, wide-eyed look of wonder.

Not sure what that promise is post-jumpscare, but I do know that this has a chance to play during the office sections. So the promise is either Henry’s lure or seeing his son Mike one last time. I dunno, dude, it’s all vague to me.

”That was easier than I thought it would be…”

AKA The line that makes me wonder “Dude, you good?”

No seriously. The quick halt in-between the second and third word. The sudden choke that happens at the end. Like his voice just properly broke for the first time in ages. The overall somberness of it all. There is literally no smile here and I’ve checked. There may even be tears starting to well up, but I obviously can’t be sure.

It’s even implied that he thought he’d had a tougher time fighting the owner! He actually assumed he wouldn’t win this easily!

Something about this feels.. unnerving. He’s not supposed to sound this upset. At least, not usually. So what, pray tell, is going on with this voice line?? Why was this the take Scott used??

“You may not recognize me at first, but I assure you: It’s still me”

Well, that’s one more point for the “I can hear the smile” board. Also, I believe this is confirmation of that ‘Springtrap switched suits after FNAF 3’ theory? That’s what it sounds like, at least?

But, hey, at least Scrap-Trap is canonically aware of the sudden shift in appearance. Let’s hope his potential FNAF World 2 version isn’t as nervous about it as I assume FNAF 6 him would be… If he had access to the internet, of course.

Also, for the one person who may or may not care about this: He’s using contractions here. I think it’s been established that he only uses these at certain times, but I can’t remember where exactly I read that analysis. Anyway, he’s unafraid about “slipping up” at this point.

One more thing…

Compared to AR Springtrap, Scraptrap is much more.. casual in tone, if that’s the best way to put it. Much more low energy, though his antics are anything but.

Like, yes, he’s still coming for you if you keep letting ads play on your computer. But maybe he’ll let you live for a few seconds longer just so you could turn the ad off? He’s not in a rush, as far as I can tell.

Maybe that’s another reason why my brain jumps to Scraptrap more than Springtrap. If he wasn’t tied to this “attacking the guard” business, he could probably chill for a second and give advice on paperwork. Wouldn’t last for long, of course, but at least one could potentially die knowing that you drank coffee with a much more business-savvy Spring Bonnie… Grungy though he looks. Springtrap, on the other hand, wouldn’t give you the time of day.

TL;DR:

PJ Heywood put more nuance into this guy than even I was expecting. Big round of applause, genuinely.

[urpersonalpublicgalaxy]

in-progress fnaf theory!!! now that ive established fnaf has a space on my blog... :3

prototype freddy.

thats some weird shit right??? well actually no he very well could be perfectly explainable and heres how (in other words i see a lot of confusion over him anddd my brain connected some dots i would like to share!!)

(at the very bottom is tl;dr!!!)

gonna explain the some base info first, but i am assuming some level of understanding of sb and ruin during this however so if ur new to either this might not make sense, sorry :( im gonna ramble a bit so get comfy

princess quest is the canon ending, based on evidence from ruin. this theory is reliant on that

ok so!!!! lets talk about the Vanny option (at the doors, 6am) as choosing this option is mandatory to reach both the vanny ending and the pq ending

when the option is selected everyones least favourite Freddy Gets Trashed cutscene plays, regardless of doing pq or not

yknow...

so!! the damage to him, which is from this scene, happens regardless of vanny ending or pq ending, we just only get to really see it in the vanny ending

heres a good look at that

and now i want you to take a good stare at prototype freddy (especially the arm and torso!!)

the damage is, while a little more extreme (which could easily just be from how much time has passed between sb and ruin) near identical

and his head is missing, which circles back around to the pq ending, in which gregory takes freddys head with him!! small issue- the damage

which is rather clearly completely missing from him in the pq ending. well luckily i can explain this too :3

there are very obviously time gaps in the pq ending cutscene. what we are shown is not *everything* thats happening there. link to a video of the cutscene,,

he leans out the window, takes a look at the staff bots deactivating- and then it cuts to him, standing near the exit, vanessa waiting for him at the door, freddy already in a bag. shit has CLEARLY gone down off screen in that time jump because 1. shes waiting for him and not freaking out, 2. gregory isnt scared shitless of her and freddy trusts her (you cannot convince me freddy would trust her automatically, even if he did at the start of the night. he KNEW that she was vanny,

or at the very least that she was connected with it,

and he still literally instructs gregory on killing her. this is a screenshot from a pq ending playthrough.)

so!! they fixed freddys head

what better way for gregory to trust vanessa than her helping to fix the one consistent friend & safety hes had in that whole place?? besides, at this points its mandatory that hes done the power upgrade plus roxys eyes and either montys or chicas parts, so hes got SOME experience at least, not to mention that repairs seem to be intentionally incredibly simple in design (probably so they dont have to get employees with actual qualifications... lets be honest, makes sense considering the company we're talking about.)

however-- the damage done is something considerably different than before, and doesn't have a built-in routine, which does pose some entirely new challenges, and before he atleast had some direction from hand unit.

so of course, vanessa who is an **actual employee** probably comes in handy here!! especially considering the fact freddy himself would be 'dead' for most of it-- since thats what happens at the end of the vanny ending cutscene, he shuts down

anyways its entirely believable that this kid would want to get his new father figure fixed first and foremost (hes gone out of his way just for freddy before, and vice versa) and that she would want to help him in any way possible after yk, being murderous.. and entirely believable that this would be possible to do. and, it explains the level of trust shown in the cutscene :)

and the course of action with 'ok take his head off', it makes sense the rest of his body wouldn't be salvagable, with it beyond either of their qualifications (since vanessa is a security guard and not a technician) and most importantly, probably impossible for either of them to actually move. and vanessa was literally talking shit to him headless earlier, not to mention gregory having to reattach it- theyre both familar to some degree with the idea of him working without his body connected

tl;dr: prototype freddy isnt another model or some weird shit, its just his leftover corpse lmao couldnt be me

PLEASE please join in the discussion; this theory is NOT foolproof and while i could explain how the prototype mark and present in his chest wouldve gotten there, ive got many reasons why and nothing concrete to say which one of them is accurate!!! (if anyones interested, i can reblog with my current ideas on that ^_^)

[slarkzin]

I am still here.

Salvage hoax my beloved

alt under cut

For old times sake here's a brightened up version. Salvage hoax has such a special place in my heart

[soupmanspeaks]

something something silly salvaged and its CEO Sammy Emily himself coming to the Pizzaplex, saying all the "hi-hellos" and shaking hands and smiling and blah blah then in Freddy's green room he cuts the act immediately like "Right, okay, you've been acting off for the longest time, and I KNOW this isn't a glitch in your system--our company has its past with the supernatural, and you are clearly showing signs of it, and in a manner that has personally been a thorn in my side for the longest time, but UNFORTUNATELY your antics have made the Mega Pizzaplex more popular than ever, so I don't have the opportunity to dismantle you, "Freddy", so with that being said, enjoy continuing your 'Tiktoks' or...whatever it is you do--Michael....!" And then Greg who's been overhearing is like "who's that??" "Just a guy tryin to navigate the capitalistic landscape, Gregory"

[merlatealeaf72]

Hello, here is another FNAF The Musical theory.

I've always been confused whether the animatronics in this series are possessed, and if so by who. There's five missing kids, but at least 3 times more animatronics that are all sentient. Things just weren't really adding up for me. So watch me suffer as I attempt to theorise about who each animatronic is possessed by.

Trash and The Gang work timeline wise to be possessed by the missing children. In Monster in your Head and most of Ground Zero, they aren't sentient. But at the end of Ground Zero, Pan Stan kills Mike. I think that this was the first child Phone Guy killed possessing Pan Stan. Between Ground Zero and Web of Lies, he kills the rest of the children who possess the rest of Trash and the Gang. They then start working with Glitchtrap to get revenge on Phone Guy/ all humans. However, the children couldn't really be stuffed into a bunch of Trash like they could in an animatronic suit.

Puppet seems really likely to be possessed by Michael (go watch the Lexusinsannus video). I'm going to discuss who I think Baby is possessed by in a separate theory, so she's covered.

I think that BB may just be an AI or something. He does mainly communicate to Elizabeth through her computer, and Nate can access him through his laptop.

The rest of the animatronics are where the problems lie. First of all, why on earth are they only active at night? They say they power down at 6am, but isn't that when they need to be active. Also, at least for Freddy and friends, they don't power down like Baby does, they just go to sleep. And wait, they don't power down during the day, since Mike salvaged Chica and Springtrap during the day and they're active. THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!!

Anyway, we know that the animatronics are sentient from at least as early as Ground Zero. They are active while Mike is assessing them. My view on the timeline is that Phone Guy killed one kid, then Mike died, then Phone Guy killed the other kid in 1987 and the rest in 1988. But all of the animatronics were active before then. There's also too many of them to be possessed by the missing kids (there's 8 animatronics (Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Springtrap, Orville, Percy(?), The Beard) to 5 (known) missing kids). And they're not just like this, since when Nate said “You talk?” Freddy responds “Am I not supposed to?”.

I originally thought that maybe they were brought to life by the love from the children, but there's several things that disprove this. First, it's stated several times that kids find the animatronics “too scary”.

Secondly, Mark brings up that the animatronics are “children that were stuffed into animal suits”. Being stuffed into an animatronic suit is a decently common threat in this series: Phone Guy says it to Alexandra, Mark fears the animatronics will do it to him, and strangest of all, Springtrap tries to stuff Foxy into a Freddy Fazbear suit. I thought that this might just be something Mark thinks, but the animatronics kinda confirm this. Bonnie says that “blood and mucus” is their “natural scent” and while Nate is on the phone to Purple Guy, Chica says “the souls of the undead children keep talking to you”. While the second case could just be poking fun at FNAF as a whole, the first one is harder to write off. Nate also refers to them as “haunted animatronics”.

I guess my only real conclusion from all this is that these animatronics must also be possessed by dead kids. I can't really find anything else that proves otherwise. I don't think they're possessed by the missing kids though, that just doesn't make sense to me timeline wise. So Phone Guy probably killed a bunch of kids before Ground Zero, or maybe it was even William Afton.

I guess the TLDR of this theory is that Trash and the Gang are possessed by the missing kids, the Puppet is very likely possessed by Mike, Baby will be discussed another time, BB is just a robot/AI and the other animatronics are possessed by another group of dead kids.

(Also please let me know if I missed anything. I haven't really been keeping up with the codes in the RE insta/community tab posts, so it's very likely that I could be missing something important.)

[directdogman]

Hello, oh great dog!

Since today is canon dsaf 3 endings day, i wanted to know if you already had important parts of the story/endings planned way ahead or not while making the series. (Such as stuff with Henry and everyone's backstories)

Sorry if I'm asking something you've already answered at some point.

I also wanted to say Happy Halloween and that i really love both of the incredible game series you've made!! :]

yeah! henry is name-dropped by Dave in one ending of DSaF 1 (he refers to himself as a 'helpful henry' when he helps jack get into a springlock suit) and the shit about Henry taking Dave's heart is foreshadowed briefly in DSaF 2 when dave refers to himself as 'heartless' in a conversation about Henry. Both could probably pass as lucky coincidences, if both usages weren't directly linked to springlock suits and henry specifically.

Basically, when I wrote DSaF 1's basic story, I did what I always do and kept coming up with ideas, which i wrote down. i adapted elements from FNaF 2, 3 and 4 (and later in DSaF 2 production, SL) into DSaF lore and basically wrote pages and pages of paper notes. It's why every expansion of the story felt really natural. Most of it was already in my head from very early on.

I didn't know then how many games I was gonna make and DSaF 3 was actually an amalgamation of 3 DSaF game drafts, hastily reworked to fit FNaF 6's tycoon context (most of the salvaging content was gonna revolve around Jack setting up Fazbear's Fright, originally) and a partial tycoon game set at Fredbear's, where the company makes Phone Guy, Jack and Dave all serve as managers with equal stakes, with a voting mechanic that allowed you to side with dave or phone guy (and gain leverage, which allowed you to get them on-side for certain decisions, like getting to expand the diner in a specific way, akin to the dsaf restaurant!)

the absolutely bonkers thing is that i never used up all of my material. there's references to fredbear's + SL stuff in DSaF 3 that was a lot more fleshed out on paper, a whole epilogue AU that's a parody of Underswap + It's a Wonderful Life that features Henry as the main character, and explores the question of whether Henry is capable of being better by showing him exploring a timeline where everything is jumbled, thanks to him never existing in it before his arrival. Also, it shows the end of his research into the origin of life.

I showed a few collaborators ideas from this weird AU (most notably Dave throwing Foxy into the grand canyon after a bomb is rigged inside him, saving a birthday party and prompting the company to promote him to manager, and a version of Legacy Jack that's based on a wolf (he was a cannibal before his death) and tries to get Henry to kill Dave for abandoning his nature.) Probably sounds really strange without context, but it's immensely detailed.

[plaguefloral]

While the doctor is working through their stack of older drawing books, a handful of 2024 sketches were (mostly) salvaged from their WIP states for at least sharing purposes. Here are a few of those, mostly ranging in fandoms from FNaF, SCP, and CotL.

Looking foward to a year with increased art productivity, whether that be starting new ideas or rehabilitating older WIPs <3

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 12: Just An Attraction

''They left you in charge, but in here I call the shots. Tonight, you're staying with a monster in the dark. So, go check your screens, play sounds or scream. You're just an attraction in my amusement park!''

– Just An Attraction by TryHardNinja (Five Nights at Freddy's 3)

xXxXxXx

Sam was standing in front of the mirror in her room, holding her injured arm up and looking at it as if it was some kind of accessory. She looked at it curiously, then sighed, making an annoyed look, her fingers hovering over the bandages, but she quickly pulled them back. Her arm felt a little sore, but it didn't hurt her. Instead, she was faced with a different problem, wanting to take the bandages off because it felt a little itchy. She knew it was just her skin growing back and that it would probably take a week for her injuries to fully heal, but still, she wanted to scratch her arm. On the other hand, it didn't really look that bad on her arm. It made her feel like an character from an anime that revolved around fighting.

''It doesn't look that bad,'' she said, turning to Springtrap, who was sitting on her bed. He still had that look of guilt, feeling responsible for her injuries. Sam rolled her eyes. ''You know, I often used to come back home with bruises and small cuts I got from my urban explorations.''

''Have you ever gotten an injury that was as bad as this one?'' Springtrap asked.

''…No,'' Sam said sheepishly. Springtrap groaned, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes. ''Springtrap, I have already told you that this one is my fault. I got careless.''

''If there's anyone who got careless, it was me,'' Springtrap replied, opening his eyes and looking at her. ''I was responsible for your safety.''

''Let's just agree on that we were both at fault for not being more careful,'' Sam suggested. ''I really don't want to argue about this and we have something else to worry about.''

''I am not looking forward to tomorrow,'' Springtrap said, giving Sam an anxious look. Emma had called them earlier to check on Sam, who didn't tell her about her injured arm, and confirming that she would be back tomorrow morning. The moment he heard her voice, he felt chills in every part of his animatronic body and human soul. He couldn't understand just how he could get so easily freaked out by Sam's mother. ''I told her I wouldn't let you get hurt and, well, you saw what happened.''

''Don't worry, I'll deal with Mum,'' Sam said. ''I think that she'd be more worried about the idea that you were the one who hurt me.''

''I wouldn't…'' Springtrap trailed off, suddenly remembering what happened the previous night and how he almost crushed her arm, even if it was an accident. He shook his head. ''No. I took responsibility for your safety and I told Emma that. Therefore, I'll deal with her tomorrow.''

''I hope you're ready for the Hell she's going to unleash on you,'' Sam said, with Springtrap giving her a horrified look. He buried his head into his hands, knowing full well that he wasn't ready to deal with Emma and her reaction to what happened. He then looked up as Sam sat next to him. ''Aw, com'n, you'll be fine.''

''I'm not convinced,'' he said in a deadpan tone, noticing Sam's worried look. He sighed. ''But, I guess I'll somehow manage it.'' This seemed to comfort her a little, but she still looked worried, so he figured he should change the topic. ''Anyways, do you have any kind of plan for today?''

''Not really,'' Sam said, pausing a little to think about it. She then smiled. ''Hey, I almost forgot! It's been a week since you arrived here.''

''Really? It feels like ages have passed and not a week,'' Springtrap said, surprised.

''Well, when we went to the Machinations Factory, it was Sunday, as well as Night 5,'' Sam said, counting on her fingers as she tried to make sure she did the correct calculation. ''If you go back five days and add one more,… yeah, I think I'm right.'' She then took out her phone. ''Yep, it's Tuesday.''

''It still feels like it's been much longer,'' Springtrap said.

''I guess that's because of all things that happened,'' Sam replied. ''Speaking of which, I wonder when Ricky's plans to hire a new night guard.''

''They don't need one next to those animatronics,'' Springtrap said, frowning. ''Considering their performance last night, I wouldn't be surprised if another bloody corpse is found at Ricky's.''

''At least last night wasn't a waste of time,'' Sam said. ''We know that there's a hidden room at Ricky's and that something is inside it.''

''The only problem is that we have no idea how to access it,'' Springtrap said dryly.

''We'll figure something out,'' Sam said, with Springtrap giving her a curious look. ''What's wrong?''

''It just surprises me how easily you have bounced back from what happened last night. You act as if your injury never happened.''

''Well, what should I do? Cry and whine about it until rays of Heaven shine down on me and an angel descends to comfort me?'' Sam asked sarcastically. She then grinned. ''Seriously, it takes a lot more to stop me from doing what I want.'' She was a little confused by the serious and hesitant look Springtrap gave her. ''Springtrap, what-''

''I just wondered what exactly would take it to stop you from getting yourself into trouble, although, I don't think either of us wants to know the answer,'' he said, with Sam falling silent. ''Besides, wasn't I the one who suggested we go visit that place?''

''Didn't we just talk about this already?''

''Sam, I simply want to say that you shouldn't be defending me the whole time,'' Springtrap replied.

''I'm not sure if you have noticed, but lately, the only person I've been defending you is from yourself,'' Sam replied. ''Or tell me that someone else is putting so much pressure on you that you're starting to see everything that goes wrong as being your fault for not trying harder to be a better person.''

''I told you that I'm sometimes having hallucinations that aren't part of my memories,'' Springtrap said, with Sam nodding. ''Whenever I have one of those hallucinations, I constantly hear a voice I cannot recognize. Whoever they are, they're trying their best to torment me as much as possible. It drives me crazy!''

''And they never told you why they're torturing you?'' Sam asked, feeling sorry for him.

''I guess they're doing it because of my past,'' Springtrap said, falling silent for a moment. ''Say, do you have any idea if there's a way to confirm that I am really talking to an entity rather than some kind of hallucination my own mind created?''

Sam shrugged, a bit thrown off by this question.

''Have you ever tried an Ouija Board?'' she suggested, smiling sheepishly when Springtrap gave her an Are you kidding me? look. ''Hey, I'm not an expert, but I really do want to help you. Try to think about what that entity told you, maybe there is a way to figure out who they are.''

''Honestly, I don't know,'' Springtrap replied. Sam frowned, feeling annoyed.

''I wish I had a word with that entity, so I could tell them my opinion,'' she said. Springtrap grinned.

''Considering your attitude, I doubt that they would want to confront you,'' he said. ''You'd probably shut them down in no time.''

''Exactly,'' Sam said in a confident tone.

''There is one more thing. The reason I asked you that question earlier wasn't because of that entity, but because during my hallucination, I somehow ended up talking to Henry,'' Springtrap explained, with Sam looking intrigued.

''What did he say?'' she asked.

''We've just been talking about what happened. He wasn't happy to see me and he was worried about you,'' Springtrap replied. ''I believe that he thinks that I'll end up going the same path as before, no matter what I do, and that you'll end up getting hurt because of me. Although, let's be honest, you did get hurt.''

''William…''

''Nevertheless, I still have no idea whether that was really Henry, or my mind was just messing with me,'' Springtrap added.

''What do you think?'' Sam asked in a sympathetic tone. Springtrap sighed.

''I'm not sure, as a part of me wishes that that was indeed just another delusion,'' he said. ''However, I do hope that it really was him.''

He noticed that Sam was smiling, but didn't understand why. Still, the look of sympathy on her expression was enough for him to calm down. He felt much better now that he had told her that. Sam then stood up, with Springtrap being a little unnerved by the sly grin she was giving him.

''So, ready for the madness?'' she asked. He frowned.

''What are you up to now?''

''You asked me whether I had a plan for today and I remembered that there was one place I wanted to visit,'' Sam explained. Springtrap had a bad feeling about this.

''What is that place?'' he asked.

''It's a secret,'' Sam said. ''I don't know whether I would be able to visit it again, so I thought that we could check on it.''

''Is there any chance that there's something dangerous?'' Springtrap asked. Sam looked a little hesitant, but then nodded.

''Well, it poses more danger to me than to you, but you'll understand what I mean once we get there,'' Sam said. Springtrap was a little unnerved by her calm attitude, fearing that she might get hurt again, especially since he had no idea where she wanted them to go or what might happen to them. Sam noticed this. ''Please, calm down a little. Seriously, if there's something that you should stress about, it's having to deal with my mum.''

''Honestly, I really don't need any of this,'' Springtrap said. ''Besides, if you know that you might get hurt, perhaps it's better to not go.''

''I never said that I would get hurt,'' Sam said, crossing her arms. ''I just said that there is something dangerous. But, like said, you will understand once we're there.''

''If you say so,'' Springtrap said reluctantly.

xXx

''Disguised as a friend, but it's something that's sinister. Three decades of torment (breaks free), no longer a prisoner. Out for blood, out for blood, let's play a game! Cuts like a knife in the night, ooooh, wanna play?''

Springtrap looked anxiously through the window at the landscape, listening to the music on the radio, the song being Wanna Play – TryHardNinja (Child's Play). His ears were twitching, as he wondered where Sam was driving them. She was unusually silent during the whole ride.

''Bring the blade, a brand new start, a deadly game. Are you afraid? He is toying with your mind, can you escape? Wanna play? Do you wanna, do you wanna, do you wanna, wanna play?''

Sam was humming along with the music, seemingly relaxed. Springtrap wished that he was just as calm as her, but he just couldn't relax. He felt tense, as if something bad was going to happen if he asked anything. He was completely stressed out and just wanted to get over it.

As he stared out through the window, he felt that something was bugging him. Somehow, the more and more he looked, the more familiar the landscape became. However, he couldn't remember why it was so familiar.

Then, there was a flash of fire in front of his eyes, static briefly covering his vision. Instead of freaking him out, he felt a little confused.

No, this isn't… Wait!

He shook his head, taking a closer look at the surroundings as Sam slowed the car down. Suddenly, he remembered where they were going and why this place was so familiar to him. However, he didn't say anything until Sam parked her car in a more secluded spot that couldn't be seen from the road and was also close to their location.

''I guess you have already figured out what I wanted to tell you, didn't you?'' Sam asked him as they got out and she locked the car.

''Smartass,'' Springtrap said in a deadpan tone. ''Yeah, I do understand what you wanted to tell me.''

Sam led him to a fence that had an opening in it, with both of them going inside the fenced area. The location seemed to be an abandoned amusement park. Bushes and weed were growing all over the place and there was trash at some of the rides. However, it still looked relatively new, so it seemed to have been abandoned recently.

''You know, you could've told me that you wanted to visit Fazbear's Fright,'' Springtrap told Sam. ''Or at least what was left of it.''

''I figured that it would've been better if I kept it as a secret. After all, there are some things you need to figure out on your own,'' Sam said, with Springtrap briefly stopping, having been reminded of what Henry told him. However, he quickly resumed, listening to Sam. ''You've been constantly telling me how you're a danger to me, so I figured out that the next logic step would be visiting this place. Now, you're the main attraction.''

''I see,'' Springtrap said, crossing his arms on his back. There was a faint purple glow in his eyes as he tried to figure out how to respond to Sam's action. However, he really had no idea what to do or say. She was indeed right, as he was the only person who posed a danger to her at this place, yet he didn't want to hurt her. In the end, he figured that there was no reason to argue with her and to go just along with whatever she had in mind. ''Fine. What do you want to do?''

Sam's expression lit up like a Christmas tree. She looked like she was finally in her element.

''It's kinda obvious, but I would like to see the horror attraction,'' she said. ''However, I thought we could also explore a little more of this amusement park. I haven't seen much of it when I came here before.''

''I am actually curious why this whole place had been abandoned,'' Springtrap said as they made their way towards the horror attraction. ''Fazbear's Fright was the only building that burned down.''

''Well, the problem was that it didn't really attract people. I guess that the horror attraction was supposed to draw more visitors, but after the fire, things kinda fell apart,'' Sam explained, going over to the nearest booth and looking over the counter. There was only broken glass, leaves and some trash, but she seemed to be satisfied. Springtrap guessed that it didn't matter what she found, but what she experienced. He followed her, while she led him to one attraction to another.

''It feels like a waste,'' he said as Sam examined an old merry-go-round. The paint on the horses was chipped and the wooden boards were rotten, one even having a hole. ''Perhaps it could've been rebuilt.''

''I guess no one wants to waste money on something that wouldn't make any profit,'' Sam replied.

''To be honest, Henry never really though about profit when we opened Fredbear's Family Diner,'' Springtrap told her as they made their way over to another building. ''All he wanted was to entertain people, both adults and children.''

''I think that that's a great idea,'' Sam said as they entered the building, which seemed to be some kind of mirror maze. However, most of the mirrors had been shattered and there was glass everywhere. None of them were going inside, although they did take a look at it, with the light of Sam's flashlight being reflected by all the mirror shards and looking like they walked into a night club. Sam lowered it down.

''I wonder just how many years of bad luck someone would get with so many broken mirrors,'' Springtrap said. Sam then pointed at a graffiti next to them.

''Seems like someone did the math,'' she said. ''About 140 years of bad luck.''

She then giggled as they read the writing beneath it, with Springtrap also feeling amused.

Dude, NOOOO!!!

I'll have bad luck in the afterlife!

The rest of it was followed by some well-chosen curse words and some unknown symbols. The two then left, passing a small rollercoaster made for little children. Sam was tall enough to climb on it, but looking at the rusty tracks, she decided against it. As they walked around, Springtrap felt more and more relaxed, knowing that they were simply enjoying themselves. There was no one else around either, so they could just mess around and have fun.

Sam at some point managed to jump over the counter of a booth, which seemed to have housed some kind of shooting game, although the guns and targets had been ripped away, and looked back at Springtrap.

''So, do you want to play a game?'' she asked. He leaned against the counter, pointing at the holes in it.

''I'd love to, but you lack the necessary tools,'' he said. Sam giggled and jumped over the counter. ''I see why love urban exploration. As you said, you get to explore abandoned places and learn old stories or make new ones.''

''Exactly,'' Sam said. ''To be honest, none of my former friends was interested in this, and those who were would quickly run away once they realized what exactly they were getting themselves into. I wouldn't say that this isn't dangerous, and I would not explore places I knew for certain I could get seriously injured in, but they needed to live a little instead of staring at their phones or tablets and gossiping about other people.''

''Did they abandon you at some point?'' Springtrap asked curiously. Sam looked crestfallen.

''They did,'' she said. ''I convinced them that we could check out an abandoned asylum and they agreed to come with me. One of my former friend's older brother agreed to drive us there and would stick around until we had our fun. However, as we entered the building, someone suggested that we separate and explore each part of the building. I was left alone and, to be honest, I didn't mind it, as I felt I could be quicker with my exploration that way. However, when I returned to where we agreed to meet, no one was there.''

''Don't tell me…'' Springtrap's eyes widened and flared purple. He frowned.

''I waited for them for a while, but as it was getting darker, I realized that I was stranded alone near a town an hour or two away from my home,'' Sam sighed. ''Luckily, I had money for an Uber, who agreed to drive me back, especially after he found out about what happened and he even felt sorry for me, telling me how he wouldn't charge me the full price. I was angry at my friends, but they told me that they searched for me, but couldn't find me and thought that I had already left. They also told me that their phones weren't working when I attempted to reach them. Me, being a naive idiot, believed them.''

''That's disgusting,'' Springtrap said. ''Honestly, I would really like to have a little chat with your former friends and tell them what exactly I think of their actions.''

''Forget them,'' Sam replied. ''I don't care about them anymore and if they asked me for help, I would just tell them that they don't deserve it after what they did to me.''

Springtrap noticed that she continued looking around, but this time with less enthusiasm. However, it soon returned once they reached Fazbear's Fright. It was clear that, while people went inside, nobody bothered to clean the rubble in front of it. The side of the building had collapsed, exposing an air vent and a hallway and overall, it didn't look safe. Surprisingly, different than the other buildings and attractions, this one wasn't vandalised.

Springtrap could still remember the fire at Fazbear's Fright. It caught him off guard as he was trying to reach the office. The flames were licking the walls, burning down everything they reached. He had been lost in the maze of fire and smoke, but he still continued, eventually finding his way out through the office. He was stunned that Henry was capable of setting up something like this.

''Do you think that there is a way to enter it?'' Sam asked, looking at the entrance, that looked half-collapsed.

''You really want to get yourself killed, right?'' Springtrap told her sarcastically.

''I didn't mean to explore it. I know that the building might collapse, but I just wanted to see a bit of what's inside,'' Sam said.

''Well, there's that,'' Springtrap pointed at the wall on the side that had collapsed. Sam went over to it, looking at the uncovered hallway. It was black and burnt and there was rubble blocking a part of it, along with the air vent.

''To be honest, it is still incredible to imagine that you really went through this place in order to get Henry,'' Sam said, glancing at Springtrap. He noticed that she looked quite excited as she peered into the hallway, probably trying to figure out what part of the building this one had been. As they went around the building towards where the exit and the office was, Springtrap realized something. He hoped that it would work.

''Sam, could you wait here?'' he asked, pointing at the exit. ''I'll just go check inside to see whether it's safe. If I'm right, you may see this part of the building for yourself.''

Sam's eyes widened in excitement, with Springtrap feeling happy about it. He then checked the entrance, noticing that it was actually stronger than he anticipated, and entered the hallway. So far, it seemed to be safe. He then walked back outside and beckoned Sam to enter.

He could swear that Sam looked like a kid in a candy store when she entered the office. Her eyes were wide and she looked awed to be inside the horror attraction. Sure, the office was burnt from the fire and there was trash and rubble, but it seemed to have been in a better shape than the rest of the building. Sam quickly walked over to the air vent in the side of the office, crouching and illuminating it with her flashlight. She noticed that it had been blocked off by a piece of metal at the very end. She then stood up, noticing that the maintenance panels were missing, with the cables still hanging out. However, the chair Henry used to sit in was on the floor, albeit burnt and too damaged to be used. Nevertheless, she was still happy to be inside, at least until she realized something.

''Springtrap?''

Confused, she looked around. For some reason, the animatronic had been missing. Then, she looked back at where the monitors were, only to be startled when she saw the bunny looking at her from the other side of where the glass panel used to be. It was broken during the fire and there were some glass shards on the floor, so Springtrap could easily reach over and grab her.

''You scared me!'' she yelled at him, but didn't look really angry at him.

''And what else did you expect? This is a horror attraction,'' Springtrap replied. Sam had to agree with him. ''Of course, I'm the one calling the shots.''

''True,'' Sam said. ''To be honest, I'm still a little salty it didn't open, but I understand that there was a good reason for not letting the attraction open for the public.''

''At least you can say that you have indeed visited the attraction,'' Springtrap told her as she walked out of the office and joined him in the hallway. She pointed the flashlight at the rest of it, but after noticing an uncovered beam and more exposed wires, she decided to not go deeper inside.

''We should get out,'' she told Springtrap, who nodded. He stopped when he heard a clicking sound, followed by a flashing light, and saw Sam on her phone, having taken a photo of the office. She grinned slyly, shrugging.

''Hey, if they tear it down or if it falls apart, I want to at least have a photo of what it looked like after the fire,'' she told him.

''I'm not judging you,'' Springtrap replied as they walked outside. ''If you want to take more photos, go ahead.''

''No, I'm fine with this one,'' Sam shook her head. ''You know, some people make a video of their urban exploration. I just take a photo or two of what I discovered.''

''So, should we go back to the car?'' Springtrap asked. ''Or do you want to explore the rest of the place? It's your decision.''

''Well…'' Sam trailed off as they suddenly heard something that ruined her mood.

There were voices, multiple of them, and they were coming from the entrance. Sam and Springtrap hid behind the horror attraction, observing several people holding their phones and a bag with cans of beer. They seemed to be teenagers, two girls and three boys, all around Sam's age, if not a little older. They were talking loudly, one of the boys messing with a girl, who cried out and laughed in a high-pitched voice. One of the boys was holding a piece of metal, swinging it around like a baseball bat and acting as if he would hit his comrades, but instead hit the nearest booth, damaging the counter and causing everyone to burst out laughing.

''So much about having fun,'' Sam muttered, frowning. Springtrap felt bad for her, as he hoped that she could enjoy herself a little more. Instead, their little adventure was over. ''I just hope they haven't seen my car.''

''I don't think they did, else they'd be looking around for someone,'' Springtrap told her. However, looking at the teens, they seemed to be drunk enough to not care about the possibility of someone being here. They were here to have a party and cause a mess, not having to worry that they would be caught. ''Do you know them?''

''No,'' Sam replied, feeling annoyed. Urban exploration wasn't about damaging or vandalising abandoned places and she felt that such behavior sucked all the fun from the activity. ''But, I don't care. I think we should go home. I don't want to deal with them.''

''Wait.'' Sam looked at Springtrap, whose eyes were now glowing purple. ''Actually, we could stay a little longer and show them that they're not exactly welcome here.''

Sam tilted her head, then grinned as she realized what he meant and nodded.

xXx

''Smash it! Smash it!''

The two girls and boys were chanting, encouraging their third member as he attempted to break the glass panel on the booth. They cheered when it broke and started to pile their empty beer cans on the counter. One of the boys took the pipe from his friend and attempted to knock down the beer cans, only to miss. The rest laughed at him, while he cursed. He then threw the pipe away, cracking open another can of beer and lifting it up as if toasting.

''So, what do you want to do next?'' he asked them.

''How about that haunted house or whatever it is?'' one of the girls suggested.

''You mean the one that had been burned down?'' one of the boys asked her, with her nodding.

''Do you guys think that we could make a building-sized bonfire out of it?'' another boy asked, flicking a lighter.

''Dude, that's crazy! What if we get caught?'' the boy with the can of beer said, staring at his friend.

''Who cares? It was already burned down,'' his friend replied.

Suddenly, they heard a cracking sound, as if a branch broke. They almost jumped out of their skin, looking around.

''What was that?!'' the other girl in the group asked.

''No idea-''

''What if there are homeless people here?''

''What?!''

''Shhh, be quiet!''

They suddenly heard more sounds. Something cracked again and there was a sound of shattering.

''Dude, dude, someone's here!'' One of the boys grabbed the guy with the lighter, who shook his head.

''It's probably some kind of animal.''

''I want to go home!'' one of the girls cried. The guy with the lighter turned to her, glaring at her.

''Shut up!'' he hissed. ''There is nothing there!''

''Wh-'' He noticed her frightened expression. ''What's that?!''

As he turned around, he saw a figure in the dark. He and another boy were the only ones with flashlights on their phones, as everyone else had a dead battery. As he looked down, he noticed that the light on his smartphone suddenly turned off. They were now in complete darkness, the place being illuminated by the stars and the moon.

The figure, which was much taller than them, moved closer. They could see that it wasn't a human and that it's eyes were glowing purple. They were frozen in their spots, only to scream when they heard a terrifying shriek, a sound that was completely inhuman.

Somehow, they broke free and ran towards the entrance, cursing and crying as they attempted to enter the car. One of the boys fumbled with his keys, letting them fall out of his hands and had to search for them.

''Idiot!''

''Hurry up!''

He managed to find them and quickly unlocked the car, with all of them getting inside as he turned the car on.

''What the hell was that?!'' one of the girls asked.

''Who cares?! Drive!'' the boy who sat in the passenger seat yelled at the driver.

''I can't! Something's blocking it!'' his friend shouted frantically as he felt the car hitting something. One of the girls quickly got outside, her jaw dropping as she saw heavy stones put behind the tires.

''What the-?!''

The rest of them exited the car, staring at the stones in disbelief. Suddenly, they heard sirens, with a police car pulling behind their car and all of them freaking out as two officers approached them, being obviously unhappy with what they found.

However, none of them noticed a car on the road driving past them.

xXx

''…Reincarnated fear, integrated, grated; True hatred never dies. It just waits – Wanna play?''

''You know, driving while drunk is never a good idea,'' Sam said, grinning in satisfaction. ''I think I might've prevented them from getting into a car crash or driving off the road.''

''Aside from driving while drunk, they also looked about your age, so I would add underage drinking to the list, as well as trespassing, littering and vandalism,'' Springtrap said, having a smug expression. ''Maybe the police will have some additional charges, who knows?''

''You know, I didn't think it would be this kind of revenge, but I'm really glad about how things went down,'' Sam said. ''Aside from their appearance, the exploration was really awesome!''

''I'm glad about that. You deserve to have some fun without having to worry about anyone leaving you behind,'' Springtrap told her.

''I'm really happy that you're here,'' Sam replied. Springtrap felt quite content with what he had achieved. However, he looked crestfallen as he glanced at Sam's injured arm and thought about Emma.

What am I supposed to tell her?

''William?''

''Yes?'' Springtrap glanced at Sam, who gave him an assuring smile, knowing well what was bothering him.

''Don't worry, we'll figure something out,'' she said.

Springtrap nodded, hoping that she was right.

xXx

''Oh, hello? I'm sorry, I thought this was the break room.''

A woman in her early 20s looked flustered when she entered the room with the costumes, with her co-worker, who was inside it, shrugging.

''Don't worry, it's not like there's anything to be seen here,'' he told her. ''Just a few suits and masks.''

''So, you're the guy who takes care of the animatronics?'' she asked. The man nodded, observing her curiously. ''I'm sorry, I'm new here, so I don't know everyone's names. My name is Bella Curtis, by the way.''

''Nice to meet you, Bella,'' the man said, shaking her hand. ''I'm Connor Davis and, as you assumed, I'm Ricky's actor.''

''Cool! I always wondered who is underneath that mask,'' Bella said.

''I'm the main attraction as long as I have the mask on,'' Connor said, grinning. ''After I take it off, well, there is nothing remarkable about me.''

That is, unless you count my little project.

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