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superstar-nan · 6 months ago

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Fight Tooth and Nail

Day 4

Summary: You and Michael go home and make up, but unfortunately don't make out.

Words: 3,894

Fun stuff: Toxic relationships, mentions of dead children, vague allusions to familial abuse, descriptions of corpses. Michael tries for reader, but old willy has their heart even if it's out of hate :> poor michael…

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It was strange how quickly you could fall into routine. In the last few hours of the night, you rotely rebooted the haunted attractions systems with such bland ease that you almost considered playing music in one of your earbuds. You didn’t for a number of reasons—you wanted to stay alert, your mind was too overstimulated from your newfound discoveries, and you knew it would upset Michael more than you already had that night—so your strange mix of restlessness and boredom remained.

Michael stayed silent, but occasionally glanced back at you. You assumed it was to ensure you wouldn’t sneak off and get killed by Springtrap, and honestly it was justifiable. Even as you sat there having barely escaped death twice that night, you were itching to search the attraction for any secret wall entrances or trapdoors.

After the fight you had with Michael, you’d be willing to wait one more night for any more adventure. You only had two or so hours left anyway, which might not be enough time to thoroughly search the floors and walls while dodging Springtrap. You told yourself that anytime you felt the sense of urgency to find your best friend, hungry and dehydrated and alone.

So, you were well behaved. You didn’t even look at the cameras for Springtrap, no matter how much you wanted to. If Michael was pleased by your good behavior, he didn’t show it. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for the rest of his shift. Even after his alarm went off, you just stretched, cracking your back and shoulders while wincing from the bite mark on your neck.

Michael handed you his jacket, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“To hide the marks.” He clarified.

You looked at his arms, withered and decayed like some kind of horror movie prop. You didn’t want to upset him, so you said, “I could just say we’re really kinky?”

You could see the warm byzantium even from beyond his black face mask, “Just put the damn jacket on.”

You put it on and zipped it up to your neck. When the dayshift guard came, you hugged Michael’s arm to keep it hidden from sight while Michael angled his other arm away from the guard. It hardly mattered, the dayshift guard seemed more interested in the new markings on the window, which you played dumb to since Michael was as silent as the grave. You dutifully performed the role of Michael’s partner as you hurried out the door before the dayshift guard noticed anything in the dim lighting. The guard had to believe Michael had some kind of skin condition or something...

Michael drove again, citing your bite as reason for him to drive, but at this point you think he just preferred driving. It wasn’t that important to you. You liked leaning your head on the window and looking outside while you let your thoughts run, organizing what questions you wanted to ask first. There were heavy and dark clouds in the sky. Though they looked weighted, you didn’t think it would rain just yet.

When Michael pulled up to his place, he opened his car door and said while stepping out, “I’m surprised you haven’t bombarded me with questions yet.”

You followed him in suit, “I want to.” You said, honestly. You opened your mouth to start-

“Whatever’s holding you back, keep listening to it.”

You closed your mouth. What an asshole.

He stepped through the doorway and threw his keys and backpack on the table, stretching his arms until they made a decidedly unnatural popping noise. He groaned as he rolled his shoulders before heading straight to the pantry. You hopped up on the table, crossing your legs. Maybe if you were patient enough, he would hear you out just to get you out of his peripheral.

He pulled popcorn out of the pantry and put it in the microwave. After pushing a few buttons, he glanced at you and scoffed in a way that sounded half laughing and half mocking. There was another rare smile from him—if you could call it that, maybe a smirk would be more appropriate. You weren’t charmed by this one, just annoyed. “Am I ever going to see you sit on a chair?”

Huh. You didn’t realize you never sat on chairs around him. “If you’re lucky,” You said.

Michael rolled his eyes, and it was a wonder to behold given how undead he was. He leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. He was staring at your neck. “You should bandage that now.”

Your fingers grazed the bitemarks. It didn’t throb as much as it did before, but it still stung ever so lightly. You didn’t want to bandage it up, but you didn’t have an excuse anymore. You swallowed as you nodded, “Yeah. I should.” You took Michael’s backpack that was behind you and started shuffling for the bandages.

Michael took a few steps closer to you, “Let me.”

You waved him off dismissively, “I’ve got it.”

Regret pitted at the bottom of your stomach the moment you caught Michael’s expression. For the briefest of moments, he looked wounded; a vulnerable insecurity revealed raw. He masked indifference just as quickly. That didn’t stop your anxiety from jumping to your worst fear: he thought you were disgusted by him earlier and didn’t want to touch him again.

“Actually,” You feigned nonchalance. “You don’t have a hand mirror, and it’s hard just using my phone. Can you do it?”

Michael didn’t respond, just exhaling through shredded, worn lips. He stepped closer to you and took the bandages, however. You had no idea whether you relieved any of his pain.

You took his large jacket—which you were still wearing, you now noticed—and let it pool at your elbows. He began measuring out where to bandage you, and he was close. You could see the details of his abrazed skin this close; peeking at his white teeth and blackened gums through the abrasions in his cheeks, realizing his dark brown furrowed brow must have been artificial like his hair, and watching his concentrating hollow eyes encased in shadow darker than the midnight sky. Like Springtrap, you found Michael more alluring with his death than without.

Michael tugged lightly on your sleeve. You realized he was trying to bandage you without touching you. Your heart felt heavy. “Should I take it off?” You asked.

Michael didn’t answer you right away, “I can work around it.”

“That seems harder than it needs to be,” You said bluntly. “I could... use the jacket? If you’re uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable isn’t-” Suddenly, the microwave timer went off, interrupting Michael with loud, annoying beeping—ones that oddly reminded you of red-flashing-blaring. You saw the corpse set his jaw through his abraded cheeks, and what wouldn’t you give to know what he was thinking. “Do whatever you want.”

You took off your shirt slowly—to keep from irritating the bite wounds too much, and you still ended up wincing—while Michael busied himself with the bandages. You zipped up the jacket to where it covered your lower chest, leaving the sleeves hanging off your shoulders so he would have full access to the wound.

Michael looked back at you. His void eyes widened and they scrolled your body, trailing from your eyes, down your neck, across your chest, and then settling on your bare shoulders and collar. Your brow furrowed. Was the wound worse than you thought? But that didn’t explain the warm byzantium shade sporting across his neck and ears. Was he really flushed? Or was that just the dingy lighting...? He swallowed, and it was thick enough for you to see it.

Your brow twinged lightly in concern, “What’s wrong?”

Michael’s eyes lowered as he bit his tattered lip. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Maybe it really did look worse than you originally thought, and you were too blinded by your hate-passion to realize it.

Cold fingers touched your shoulder and you shivered, a small and quiet gasp passing your lips. That surprised you... and that stung. It seemed he was done avoiding touch, and you were glad for it despite your visceral shudder. He was methodical and slow while bandaging you, each gentle wrap being accentuated by decayed fingers sliding between bandage and skin. It was a steady and deliberate gesture; he ignored your every hiss of pain as he glazed over fresh cuts and your every soft sigh of relief when he left them.

You couldn't place it—he was helping you, his hands were gentle (though firm), and he hadn't said anything—and yet, you felt like his ministrations were driven by agitation. You couldn't puzzle out over what, though. Was it because of you touching him earlier? Was it your fight? Was it something else entirely? You truly had no idea, and Michael was the furthest thing from an open book to spell it out for you.

When Michael was just about finished, you decided to speak, "...I'm lucky I met you." You said, softly.

Michael stopped. You hoped he realized that you were referring to your outburst earlier, because you already felt too vulnerable being the first to admit being wrong.

"The rest of this... I'm not so lucky, but meeting you?" You sighed, and it was heavy with the weight of everything you've had to bear these past three nights. "I'm glad we met."

You met Michael's eyes. He was staring so deeply into yours, it was hard not to get lost in his stare. An endless, bottomless, void-like gaze... You saw the slight furrow in his brow and the way his void eyes shook with uncertainty, and you knew he was battling with something. Michael returned to bandaging you, and though physically it was the same, somehow it felt gentler.

"You're not... completely inept."

Wow. That's how he apologizes in return. You said something super sweet, and he says you're not completely inept. God, he needed to be wacked in the head... Though, to be fair, you didn't exactly apologize either.

"No, I'm not," You agreed nonchalantly as Michael was finishing up the last of your bandages. He tucked the end of the bandage underneath his dressing, and you pretended like you didn’t wince. "Some might even say I saved us last night. You're welcome, by the way." You mimicked his gravelly voice.

Michael's mood soured, and not in the usual-fun-grumpy way, "Yeah. You saved us with your bizarre psycho-sexual relationship with my serial killer dad. Thanks for that."

Psycho-sexual. Your face grew warm with a deep blush, and void eyes hardened when he saw it. You scowled, pulling away from him abruptly and coming down from the table, "What are you talking about?"

"You’re gonna play dumb?” Michael crossed his arms and shrugged, “Fine.”

“I’m not-!” You exhaled sharply while running a hand over your scalp. You didn’t want to fight again. You just made up, “I just don’t know what you’re referring to.”

Michael raised his eyebrows, unimpressed, “My dad drew a heart in the glass.”

“We already knew he was psychotic,” You growled.

“You used a box cutter to try and... break it? What were you doing?”

"He was mocking me!" You snapped your head toward Michael, "I was mad!"

"Were you mad when you stared into his eyes and sighed like a lovesick schoolkid?" Michael’s voice sharpened with a harsh venom by the end of his sentence.

You remembered exactly how you felt coming down from your hatred, Springtrap just beyond the glass, and imagining the torture he went through. God, you felt mad and sick at that, but you also knew Michael wasn't wrong. It felt nauseatingly good to be wanted so intensely, and you hated that about yourself, "I- I wasn’t-” What could you even say?

“You’re blushing.” Michael’s gaze was as sharp and cold as his voice.

You felt your face with your palm. You were so warm. That wasn’t good. You leaned against the table, rubbing your temples, “I think I’m going to be sick.”

"How do you think I felt? You don’t-” Michael cut himself off and you could hear the anger he was trying to quell. You couldn’t begin to wrap your head around what Michael must be thinking... and you didn’t know if you even wanted to. “You don’t actually think you lov-?”

“No!” You had to snip that train of thought in the bud right away, “No. And don’t even say it, or I will strangle you until death decides to take you after all.” Thank god you meant that honestly. You knew you were losing your mind, but at least your head was screwed on enough to not fall in love with Springtrap.

Michael blew out air between his teeth. He rubbed his void eyes as he held the countertop with the same exhaustion you held the table with. Despite how tired he looked, his shoulders relaxed slightly and the tension left his fists. “Alright. What is it, then?”

You raised your hand and dropped it in weak exasperation, “Does it matter?”

“It matters,” He said, and of course it mattered. It was why you are still alive.

You exhaled and rubbed your temples, "Look, Michael. I'm not... super well... psychologically, right now."

"Who would've guessed?"

You threw the bandages at him, which he dodged, but you continued, "I don't know where my best friend is, if- if they're even alive, every night might be their or my last, I've been hit in the head a few times, I've hardly gotten any sleep, I just found out ghosts are real-!"

"Okay," Michael cut you off. "I get it."

You sighed, shaky and soft, "I'm... not myself. I know I might do or say something weird that I-... Just know I hate Springtrap. I truly hate him.” Who knew hate could be so passionate? “I want to kill him. Whether we find my friend or not, that’s my goal. I’m assuming that’s what you want, too.”

Michael didn’t say anything as he mulled over your words.

“That’s what you want, right?” Why else would he keep going back there? To play hide-and-seek with his psychotic dad all night long?

Michael folded his arms, leaning back against the countertop, “... I’ve been thinking about why the Spring Bonnie animatronic acted the way that it did.”

“That couldn’t have been less natural.” You said, annoyed.

“Do you want to know my thoughts on Spring Bonnie or not?”

Damn... You sighed, “Alright, what do you think its deal is?”

Michael scratched the back of his neck, “It’s been a while—those spring lock suits were old even in the 80’s—but I think there’s some sort of protocol for returning customers. Something in their code that has them give special treatment or priority to people who regularly showed up to Fredbear’s—er, the diner they’re from.”

You nodded, slowly, “I thought it might be something like that... That’s pretty advanced for the 80’s. That’s pretty advanced for now.”

Michael half-laughed, half-scoffed as he pulled the popcorn from the microwave. It had to have been cold by now. He didn’t seem to care, pouring the cold popcorn into a large bowl. “You should have seen them yourself,” He said, and his voice was almost wistful. “It was... it was like they were real, sometimes...”

You perked up at the promise of Michael-lore. “I’ve seen some videos...” You said, keeping your voice casual.

He shook his head and you followed him out of the kitchen and into his living room, “It’s not the same.”

“Tell me about it.” You sat down next to him on his couch, fully facing him.

Michael took one glance at you, before scowling and throwing popcorn in his mouth. “Don’t look at me like that,” He said with a full mouth. You forced yourself not to cringe as you saw popcorn and butter chew to a pulp from beyond his abraded cheeks.

“Like what?”

Michael threw more popcorn in his mouth, before pointing at you accusingly, “With stars in your eyes and excitement written all over your face. You look at me like that whenever my past gets brought up.”

“I’m curious!” You said, offended. “Even if you weren’t-” Michael gave you a hard look, and you wisely decided against bringing up the fact that he was dead, “-a security guard, I’d still want to know about your past.”

Michael exhaled, exaggeratedly and annoyed, before using his remote to turn on the TV. Whatever was playing was arbitrary and unimportant, so you ignored it regardless of Michael’s eyes glued to the screen.

“Come on,” You leaned your head against the couch as you faced him, a playful smile breaching your lips. “Staying mysterious can’t be that important.”

Michael turned up the volume of the TV.

“I’d love to know where you learned your shitty manners.” You said, blandly.

“Maybe I don’t want to talk about my past because it sucked. Terribly.” He looked at you pointedly, “Because growing up with a psychopath for a father tends to ruin your childhood. Ever thought about that?”

You bit your tongue. You knew Michael wanted to stun you into dropping the topic; which he did, but not in the way he intended. The thing was, you had thought about that. You were curious about Michael, that wasn’t a lie, but the weaker part of you wanted to know exactly how William treated his son. You wanted to know just how far he took his abuse. You wanted to know every evil word or every raised hand, all to add more coal to the fire that was your hatred. You could chalk it up to morbid curiosity, but you knew yourself better than that.

Guilt washed over you in a wave. You shouldn’t want that, you shouldn’t want to know that. So you decided not to ask anymore, for your own sanity. The less you learned about William—about Springtrap, the better. You turned to the TV, your eyes glazed over. The screen could have been static, and you wouldn’t have noticed.

Michael must’ve seen your face and believed you felt guilty for a much more altruistic reason (and you would never tell him otherwise), because he sighed, seemingly exasperated, and said, “I spent a lot of time at Fredbear’s growing up. It was basically my second home.”

Michael was a goddamn jezebel. You just rallied the strength to not pry into his (and, by proxy, his father’s) past, and he was going to offer it to you on a silver platter? You couldn’t stop yourself from turning to fully face him, pulling your legs underneath you and nodding at him to continue.

Michael tried to hide his blush with a scowl at your attention, “My mum... wasn’t in the picture.” You wouldn’t have been surprised if William killed her. Or if she just left him; you don’t imagine child killers make good husbands.What was more surprising was that he managed to get a kid or three out of her before she left or died. “And... My dad worked at Fredbear’s, so I spent every day after school there. Even when I got old enough to take care of Elizabeth and-” He stopped, dropping his gaze. “-my sister and my brother, I still hung around Fredbear’s. That’s where all my friends were, and-...”

Michael looked away from you, his shoulders oddly stiff and somber. He ran his fingers through his hair and his hands were shaking.

“I stopped hanging around Fredbear’s just a few years before my dad killed all those kids.” His voice quieted. You wanted to know why he avoided Fredbear’s if it wasn’t because of the murders, but the melancholy in his voice stopped you from asking.

“...But you ended up working at a few Freddy’s places later?” You asked.

“It was complicated.” He said.

You hummed in thought. He wasn’t telling you everything, but you didn’t mind it. “Was it fun? Being at Fredbear’s all the time?”

“Sometimes. It was what every kid dreamed. It was fun and loud...” He said, and you pictured Spring Bonnie from the picture: pretty and bright and wonderful. “What almost every kid dreamed. Sometimes... It was a lot. Sometimes you just wanted to get away from the bright lights and the loud noises.”

“Sounds overwhelming.”

“Sometimes...” Michael trailed off.

“What were your siblings like?”

Michael brought his void eyes up to meet yours, and you worried you overstepped. Then, his gaze settled on your lap, distant and somber, “Childish. Both of them, in different ways. My sister was a bit spoiled, but well meaning. She cared so much about stupid stuff. My brother... he was soft-hearted. He cried about everything. He hated Fredbear’s.”

Though Michael hardly said a kind word about either of his siblings, the tenderness in his voice spoke volumes. “...Are they-?”

You didn’t even have to ask the question, “They’re dead.” Michael said, and his voice hardened with the cold words. “Both gone before they even got to grow up.”

“Oh,” You lowered your eyes. You had wondered as much, seeing the little boy and girl both disappear from Michael's pictures, but it was more somber hearing it from him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” He said, though you didn’t believe it was actually fine. “It’s been a long time.”

Michael’s hand was next to your legs. You gently placed your hand over his hand and rubbed your thumb along his skin. Michael was frozen for a second, before he turned his hand over and held yours.

After a comfortable space of silence, Michael spoke, “What about your family?”

“What about them?” You asked.

“Tell me about them.”

You felt strange talking about your family, especially since it seemed like bragging since—no matter your family situation, it was still better than a child-murdering father. But, it was only fair since you pestered him about his past, so you told him about yours. You told him about your childhood, your family, the things you liked and the things that were hard. You told him how you met your best friend and how you came to be friends. Your voice started to waver as you talked about them, so you stopped. Michael still held onto your hand, even as you shoved cold popcorn into your mouth to keep yourself from crying.

“I’m starving. I wish you had real food,” You said, choking on popcorn.

"...I'm sorry," He said. You knew he wasn't talking about the popcorn, but you made yourself believe he was so you wouldn't have to think about your own grief.

You leaned your head on Michael's shoulder, watching the TV. You honestly had no idea what was happening on the screen; you weren't paying attention and you doubted Michael had either. It didn't matter, though. It was something to focus on that wasn't important.

So you watched melodramatic vampires and theatrical reactions like you didn't have to go back to Fazbear's Fright tomorrow. You sank into the couch like you wouldn't have a new injury the next time you returned here—if you returned at all. You leaned into Michael like you weren't hatefully enraptured with his father, dreading Springtrap as much as you craved to face him. You relaxed like you weren't losing your mind, craving wicked things that took your closest friend from you.

You fell asleep like you had no worries at all.

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alicechess · 1 year ago

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Love your writing so much! I was just having an idea atm, so I hope it’s fine requesting stuff

Reading the Yandere Springtrap series (which I really enjoy ♥️🙏), reader asked if he’s a person in one part.

What if reader wanted to open his face in curiosity tho? What would he do and if he DID open his face, would he sometimes scare reader?

Ooo I like this idea, thanks! I'll just turn this into the next chapter. I changed it a bit, and used it only as a way to scare her.

This hasn't been proof read, so it might not be the best. Anyway, enjoy the year late chapter. Also sorry it's not super long.

The new nightguard Chapter 10 (Yandere Springtrap x f!reader)

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The familiar footsteps was heard from behind the door. The sound of metal hitting the old, wooden stairs. A sense of dread often fell on you whenever you heard it. Maybe it was just as a result of him being the only person you've seen over the past.... how long? You couldn't keep track of time down there. No windows, no clocks, not even a damn calender. It was boring, the same old thing over and over again. You craved for something different, whether it be something small or dramatic.

The sounds of keys jingling alerted you from your thoughts, and a few seconds later, he appeared into the room once again. He brought some gifts into the room, like some new clothes he got from... some victims.

"Here, this should make you feel a bit better. I... I'm starting to understand how you feel now." He says, glancing at reader. Y/n noticed how his eyes You aren't just something I can use, and... I'm sorry."

Y/n sat their on the mattress stunned, what makes him think you'd forgive him over something so horrid? What he said about your family, what he'd do to them. You knew you were still falling down the hole, the hole of Stockholm syndrome. But regardless of how much you tried to push it aside, those feelings never fully left. You were afraid of them clouding your ability to see him for what he truly is.

"We had such a nice day yesterday, but you had to fucking ruin it! I was starting to like you, but in the end, I'll always see what you're fucking like. I couldn't care less about what you give me. You disgust me. You're a fucking monster, you truly are rotten inside and out. You deserve all the hell which you've been through you sick fuck!"

You snapped, every single thought, emotion you've experienced spilled out. You couldn't hold it in, you realised it was too late when you saw him rush towards you. He gripped you by the neck, throwing you against the wall. Pain radiated all throughout your skull, putting you in absolute agony. You cried out, afraid of what he'd do. That horrific, scary suit, the rotten meat that clung to the metal skeleton making you realise further what is in front of you. You now had a good look at him, how he truly was once a human. How did a person become this? Something which was flesh and blood, had emotions and memories, close relationships, was a fucking corpse in a suit. You wanted to know what was underneath, but you had a feeling you'd regret it.

He put pressure on your neck, you knew it was going to bruise. You felt his hands slowly put more and more pressure on your neck, making it more difficult for you to breathe. You kicked at him, but you knew it was no use as he was much taller and heavier than you. After all, he's made of metal, you never had a chance.

As your vision became blurry, you started to accept your fate. Freedom, finally. What's the point in living if you're going to be surrounded by the same four walls? You let your hands drop from his, there was no point in fighting back. He looked at your face, realising what he was doing. The defeated look scared him. Springtrap didn't like that look on you at all. It didn't fit you, it felt wrong seeing you in a position like this. Although he wanted to tear you apart, he knew that he'd regret it. Springtrap let you fall to the floor.

In a way, he wanted to let you down gently, but he was still frustrated and upset with what you had said.

"Doll... we had a discussion yesterday. You should know better."

Y/n struggling to catch her breath, coughing repeatedly, her hands touching her neck. He had slightly cut her neck from the wires which were peaking from his hands.

"Darling?" Springtrap said, looking at her bloody hands. He felt panicked, "Darling!" He wrapped his arms around her, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have hurt you. I love you so much, I'm so sorry! I didn't think." His voice was full of panic.

Springtrap stood up and walked to the bathroom, grabbing some medical supplies. He went back over to Y/n, seeing her still panting, not moving from shock. He knelt down, and opened the small metal box. He pulled out some disinfectant, then poured it onto a cotton ball. He then slowly patted it over her cuts. Y/n didn't wince from the pain, only staring into the distance. Springtrap then but a bandage over it, making sure that it won't come off.

Springtrap then held Y/n, knowing he absolutely fucked up and wasn't sure how to fix the mess he created. Y/n and Springtrap stayed together for an hour, y/n still not wanting to look at him at all. He disgusted them.

Springtrap started to become frustrated with how Y/n barely moved, didn't say a word. Their eyes were so empty, it angered him. Nothing he did satisfied them. They never responded, they just stared. It couldn't have been that bad, right? He's done worse before, why can't they just move on? He provided everything for them, he protected them from the outside world, gave them expensive gifts and love.

"Y/n?" He shook them

"Y/n, you've been silent for a while now."

"Y/n for fuck sake answer me!" He said making them face him. Even though he raised his voice, Y/n just turned away. Springtrap tried his hardest to not hurt them again, knowing it'd make things worse. He wanted to hit her, he really did. But he loved her. He wanted her to love him back.

"Please, just respond to me! I'm fucking sorry."

Y/n turned away, just not caring anymore. All the truly wanted was to die, to simply get away from here. Nothing provided them joy. They just felt.... so empty. They couldn't care less what happened anymore.

They just wanted it all to end.

"Y/n, you'll regret this. I'll fucking hurt them."

Y/n gave Springtrap an unamused glance, the thought hurt them, but in the end, they just couldn't do this anymore.

"Do you want to go for a walk? Yesterday was nice, wasn't it?"

He nudged Y/n, but when he didn't get a response, he got up and walked towards the door.

"Fucking last chance Y/n, you'll either fucking love me, or I'll kill your family. I'm not doing this with you. I'm not going to play your pathetic game."

Y/n just gave him a sad look and turned away, staring at the concrete walls.

Springtrap sighed at the response, then opened the door and walked out. He knew she'd hate him, but he tried so much. It didn't go anywhere.

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Springtrap did some research, with the application for applying to the job, he found her address. It was so painfully easy. The shitty company had no protection for the individuals who applied to the job. At least no one would have any use for this anymore, besides Springtrap. Y/n was simply someone who used to be. People probably think she's dead. He wondered if they connected the dots yet. The workers knew he lived in the abandoned pizzeria. It'd be amusing if they hadn't. It was difficult to find the place while staying undercover, making sure people didn't spot him. It was late at night and dark, so it was unlikely. It was also pouring down with rain and thunder.

Eventually, he found the place. There was a crappy car at the front, the paint was peeling off and dirty. The overall house looked fine at the front of the place. The grass was kept mown, and the building looked newish, probably built in the past 5 years.

Springtrap attempted the front door, and it wouldn't budge. He then walked around towards the back, and tried with the door. He knew he'd have to pick the lock, causing him to sigh. He hoped it wouldn't wake them up, otherwise it would make things much more difficult and irritating. He had no doubt he could take them down, it would just be leaving the area which would be a nightmare if the police became aware.

Eventually, it unlocked, and the door opened with ease and little noise. Springtrap looked around the bottom floor, a few cans of beer was on the floor. He guessed the family was struggling. There were a few bottles on one of the shelves in the dining room. Some seemed to be half empty or less.

He started to walk up the stairs, hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with any creaking. Unfortunately, because of the suit, it did creak underneath him. However, there was loud snoring which seemed as though it helped to cover the noise, so as the crackling thunder.

Once he found the room, he looked over at Y/n's parents. "So you're the peoples she's so desperate for, huh?" He murmured under his breath, knowing it wouldn't wake either of them. Springtrap moved over towards the bed. He pulled out his knife, then plunged it into the fathers chest. The mother seemed to instantly wake up, but Springtrap held her down, slicing her throat. The father attempted to hit Springtrap, but that wouldn't do anything to him. He was much larger and stronger than the man next to him. Springtrap raised the knife, enjoying the fear and pain in the mans eyes. He stabbed the man in the head, ending the mans suffering.

Springtrap stood up, relieved that they didn't make much noise. It was beneficial having a thunderstorm occur at the same time, as it made this much quicker and less difficult.

He cut the heads off both of them, which was rather difficult with the knife he was using as it wasn't as sharp as he would've liked. He took note on doing that later.

He put them both in one of the plastic bags which were on the floor. He could hardly wait to get his darlings attention again. She'd be traumatised for a while, but thankfully she'd eventually fall for him, and be grateful for what he's done for her.

Springtrap walked down the street, the blood washing away from his suit. It was rather dirty, but he couldn't often do much about it. He knew he'd have to fix it up some day. If he was going to be stuck in this hell for the rest of eternity, might as well make it a tad bit more comfortable and appealing.

It took a while to get back to the house as it was rather far away. Once he arrived, he opened the door and stepped in. He had a thought of possibly cleaning the place later, maybe he could bring up Y/n. They might be able to live a bit happier. She had nothing to cling onto anymore, any hope of leaving this place. He might do some more research later into possibly any other family that may be alive. He'd take care of them too if there were to be. Springtrap opened the basement door and stepped inside.

Y/n glanced over at him, noticing tiny specs of blood. Most of it was gone, but there still were small stains. Y/n remembered what he said yesterday, panic instantly settled in.

"What did you do?!"

Springtrap smirked, "Oh darling, don't you remember what I said yesterday?"

"No...." Y/n mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes. "You didn't...."

Springtrap laughed, then dropped the bag. Both of the heads rolled out. Y/n instantly moved back against the wall, a loud scream escaping from her.

"NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!"

He grabbed her by the chin, she tried to turn her head away, but he pressed harder, forcing her to look at him.

"You have nothing left but me. You have to love me now. There's nothing left out there for you! Besides me!" Springtrap wrapped his arms around her. "Its just you and me now. If there's anyone else I'll find them. I will make sure you have no reason to leave this place. If you try to, I'll break your legs once again, I will make you so disgusting no one could ever be attracted to you besides me. You'll only be loved by me. I'll be the only one capable of loving someone like you."

Y/n cried hysterically, she didn't want this anymore. She couldn't do this. She couldn't live with herself. What could she even do? She truly felt as though there was no reason to live.

"Just fucking kill me, please. I don't want to do this anymore! Just do it already!" Y/n screamed, pathetically hitting him.

"Doll, that's not going to happen. Isn't it obvious? I love you so much. I'm risking myself everyday getting you new gifts to make you happier. I give you all the attention you need. You don't want to die! Why would you? Is none of this fucking good enough for you?" Springtrap raised his voice, hitting the wall right next to her head. Bits of concrete fell off onto the mattress.

Y/n didn't feel afraid, she wanted this. "You think any of this would make me happy? You ruined my life! You took everything for me! Do it, you freak, fucking do it already!"

Springtrap gritted his teeth, knowing what Y/n was trying to do. He sighed, sitting down next to her. "Oh darling, I won't let you get to me."

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Springtrap kept attempting to get attention from Y/n. He wanted to spend time with her, but kept getting shut down which was making him frustrated.

"Do you want to go outside with me?

Y/n looked away, rolling her eyes.

"No."

"Want to watch a movie?"

"Fuck off."

Springtrap grabbed her wrist roughly, dragging her up. "You're going to fucking spend time with me. Got it?"

"Fuck no, why would I want to spend time with something like you. You're a fucking monster."

"You think I'm a fucking monster huh? I'll fucking show you how much of a monster i am." Springtrap pulled off his mask, showing the rotting face beneath it.

"Oh my god-"

"I'll fucking make you like me. I'll fucking force you to suffer like I have. You won't ever escape me then. You won't have a choice anymore, you'll be constantly under my control. What's your choice, hmm? Love me willingly, or I'll force you to."

#fnaf x reader #yandere springtrap #yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #Yandere springtrap x reader

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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Could you make a concept for Fluffy AU! Golden Freddy based on the ideas you made with some anons?

Sure! I'll see what I remember for this... my memory is so poor lol. If I forgot something I'm sorry cause I know it was SOMETHING.

There was a whole lot of rambling in this, Sorry if that ruined things but you have more Fluffy AU lore now-

Here's the fic that had some of the ideas in it.

Yandere-ish! Fluffy AU! Golden Freddy/Fredbear Concept

(Mostly just explains his role)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Experimentation, Death, Undead animals, Overprotective behavior, Occult themes, Murder, Split personality, Trauma, Implied sadism, Trust issues.

The origin of Fluffy AU! Fredbear and Springbonnie are entwined together.

They were created together and were the first successful attempts in Afton's twisted experiments.

Like his compatriot, Fredbear is very friendly and loves to befriend his handlers.

You are most likely assigned as one of the bear's handlers and that's how you meet him.

Fredbear is very affectionate towards you once he thinks of you as a friend.

He's large and furry, often giving you "bear hugs" to show his affection.

Fredbear is always seen in a purple hat and tie, looking like a living anthropomorphic bear.

He has claws and sharp teeth although would never want to hurt anyone.

Towards his darling he's obsessive and protective.

You often feel the bear nuzzle into you and call you his friend.

You couldn't blame yourself for getting attached.

Fredbear really did begin to feel like your friend after awhile.

You nearly forgot he was meant to be an experiment until Afton announced the next stage of his plan.

Afton now knew how to complete his experiments correctly thanks to Fredbear and Springbonnie.

He already had a new bear, bunny, chicken, and fox planned.

But what was he to do with the prototypes?

Experiments of a different kind... what would happen if you tampered with the undead?

Afton is an ambitious man

When you had left work after hugging Fredbear goodbye for the day, you were alerted he had passed away.

You were never told why.

The whole situation felt strange to you as you thought Fredbear was in perfect health.

You have a feeling Afton is behind it... but it is not your place to ask.

It's after the death of Fredbear that Golden Freddy is "born".

Afton is a man who likes to tinker with the paranormal.

He likes to play god.

His experiments with the killed by undisclosed means deceased Fredbear and Springbonnie are paranormal in nature.

Which results in Golden Freddy gaining supernatural powers.

Powers such as... teleportation.

Golden Freddy used to be friends with the undead rabbit Springtrap.

After a gorey fight between the two due to Springtrap's sudden aggression, that stopped quickly.

Especially when it ended in the golden bear's eyes being gouged by the rabbit.

You're told to stay away from the two prototypes due to the experiments becoming unstable.

You were instead sent to keep an eye on the newer experiments and their growth.

Golden Freddy and Springtrap were locked away in a lab until they could be properly disposed of.

Unfortunately there was no proper way to contain the undead bear.

The isolation from all his supposed friends and his damaged eyesight made Golden Freddy go insane.

He remembers you and misses you... making it a goal to find you.

For the most part Golden Freddy would be overprotective of his darling, scared they'll be hurt too.

But there's another more sadistic persona in him that wants to cause revenge against all that's hurt him.

Which may or may not include you.

Golden Freddy is partially blind.

His eyes have rotted into a seemingly black void... but he can still see due to being enhanced.

When Golden Freddy breaches his containment area due to his newfound powers, he hunts down his darling.

He's not as violent or aggressive as Springtrap, but can retaliate if threatened.

He's missing an ear... making him a bit deaf too.

The reintroduction to Springtrap had damaged him... but he's determined to live.

However... Golden Freddy happens to have a good sense of smell.

When Golden Freddy finds you again he isn't really mad at you.

He blames Afton and his scientists for what's happened to him.

By the time he teleports to your location... he's already singlehandedly thrown the facility into chaos.

Experiments are released and infected... scientists die left and right...

... and the culprit of it all stands in front of you.

Like Springtrap, Golden Freddy reeks of death.

He is no feral animal, however...

Golden Freddy is intelligent and, when it comes to you, merciful.

Golden Freddy has already made his decision when he lets all the experiments out.

Afton will die with his creations and the facility shall fall.

It's like his own little rebellion... but he doesn't stay long.

Golden Freddy would teleport you away from the carnage with him alone.

He wants peace after what he's been subjected to....

Golden Freddy still sees you as his handler once he tastes freedom.

He does not resent you for it.

In fact he still adores you.

Fluffy AU! Golden Freddy as a whole is Overprotective, Manipulative, Caring, Slightly sadistic/Possessive.

His mind is a mess after what he went through and he's just happy he was given the power to get away from it.

He's happy to take you away from it.

The facility is left to rot after this event (Which is kinda where this fic takes place) and most of Golden Freddy's obsession peaks at this point.

He's overprotective and refuses to let you go anywhere that isn't with him.

He can't tell if he wants to love you or hurt you at times.

Golden Freddy acts like a protective guardian over you as he feels he has no other purpose.

Despite how much he cares for you... you know you can't keep him with you.

The smell makes you ill and there's nowhere for you to get home.

Golden Freddy's trust is breached once you decide you have to kill him.

He understands... but part of him doesn't want this.

You may think this'll solve his pain yet it probably won't.

He may just come back.

Golden Freddy can handle your betrayal of him in a few ways.

He could isolate you somewhere far away with no weapons...

He could kill you and make you like him...

Or he could accept his fate for the chance he may stop suffering.

Golden Freddy is a freak of nature who shouldn't even exist.

But the bear persists all due to one man who wished to play god...

You are the only thing that makes it... bear-able-

Golden Freddy himself isn't sure what he wants... yet he knows it involves you.

Whatever his fate may be doesn't matter to him anymore... as long as it has you.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf fluffy au #yandere golden freddy #yandere fredbear #yandere fluffy au golden freddy

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tinyspringtrap · 1 year ago

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anyways I literally hate the ruin lore so much I ended up deciding to sketch out some practice designs for the AU in my head :^) (and Springtrap)

read more for fun au facts

-Glitchtrap is the result of Springtraps processor being scanned - Springtrap did in fact survive the Fazbear's Fright fire, but was rendered inactive by it until Aftons subconscious was uploaded and freed once more.

-Scraptrap is the mimic, who was trapped in the PS location and rendered inactive by the fire and heavily damaged

-Vanny is an actual threat, who murders kids in an attempt to build burntrap and make it a viable physical host for Afton (which fails)

-the patpats are possessed by various kids who were murdered and used as experiments before building burntrap. they are unaware of glitchtrap or of Vanessa being Vanny, and unwittingly tend to lead new kids into more danger.

-MXES is an advanced, self-learning and highly adaptable security system made by Henry to try and prevent anyone from getting into the PS location after his death. rather than being located where it can be reached, the main security console is located in the very centre of the PS location.

-Burntrap ends up being taken control of by the MXES due to his close proximity to the PS location as a means of defending the location further - this, however, ends up alerting Afton to MXES' presence and piquing his curiosity.

-Afton has Vanny attempt to breach MXES' security and gain its attention, allowing him to take control and merge with it while its distracted. this gives him even more power and enables him and Vanny to access the PS location easily.

-Vanny and Afton discover the mimic, and Afton decides they need to investigate it - tasking Vanny with repairing and refurbishing it, as well as investigating any abilities the strange endoskeleton has that could prove useful as a potential new body since burntrap wasn't proving useful as a potential vessel. In the meantime, he now has a different digital form and more ability to cause chaos and problems.

-the VANNI network is not an actual thing made by Fazbear ent, it was made by William and Vanny and is used to lure and trick people via the mimic once it's refurbished. it doesn't enable the wearer to walk through solid objects and only acts as a way to access information from Faz ent. servers without having to bypass any security manually. there are some AR aspects but mostly in the way of little notes which cannot be seen without it.

-Afton can switch between the original MXES form or his preferred one - though he only uses the original while the VANNI mask is being actively used to lure someone into the old and ruined pizzaplex.

-Gregory sneaks into the pizzaplex because he's concerned about Vanessa, who is his much older half-sister, and hasn't been acting normal for quite a while.

-Gregory is under aftons control, and the only reason he isn't dead is because Vanessa was given 2 options: Afton would kill him as Vanny, or she could agree to allow Afton to take residence in his brain instead of hers until a suitable replacement body is found.

#fnaf #Springtrap #fnaf au #Scraptrap #MXES #listen. afton deserves to still be the main antagonist #scott didnt utilize him to his utmost and it makes me sad #still working out a lot of details but the basics are there #i reject the mimic as a main antagonist its stupid and i hate it #also the sci fi is toned the fuck down because i get scott likes scifi but jesus the guy overdoes it #my shit #my art #doodles mostly for now #might make some more small changes to the afton mxes at some point but for now i need a break #au in my head had enough

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liquid-geodes · 2 years ago

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H E R E ✨

I'd say his backstory is relatively the same as canon, the only thing that changes is that he decayed realistically.

I don't think this one needs any warning, but you can still ask to tag

Had he known the morning prior would have been the last sunrise he'd ever see again, William would have admired it longer. Now he was trapped, in a prison of his own making no less. It wasn't his fault, was it?

No. No he was only trying to gather the rest of the family... the rest of the lost souls.

Perhaps this was for the better, perhaps this was exactly where he needed to be. They would be together now, until the end of time. Never aging, never dying. Finally, he could put them all back together except...

He wasn't sure where he was.

He had known, at first at least, despite his sudden loss of vision, something the springlocks must have taken of course, or perhaps the years of decay is what took his sight from him. Whatever it was, it didn't matter now, not when there was still work to be done.

He had been moved, that much he knew, away from Freddy's, away from the family he had finally managed to gather. The voices that took him were unfamiliar, but undoubtedly young. Too young to have ever remembered his name, too young to know what they were dealing with.

Too young to know that they never should have taken him to something involving Freddy's.

Fazbear Frights. That was the name of the location he had been brought to. At least, that is what he was certain he had overheard. It was true what they said, that losing one sense heightened the rest. His hearing had become incredible after decades of living in darkness, so much so that he was certain he could hear their heartbeats quicken in fear as they approached his seemingly deactivated form if only he'd focus hard enough.

Disgusting. Authentic. Springtrap. That was what they had called him. How... fitting, the name had been, although they wouldn't know just how on the nose the nickname truly was. No one seemed to notice the mummified remains that made their home inside the old suit, writing off the smell as nothing more than years of abandonment. After all, it wasn't unreasonable to assume mice had found their way inside the contraption to make their home, right?

William, no. Springtrap spent his nights acclimating himself to his new surroundings. An old arcade cabinet here, a hallway there, an entrance to the ventilation system next to what he assumed was an emergency exit door on account of the alarms that would blare whenever he tried to open the door. He had been able to get a good lay of the land before their first nightguard had been hired, though he didnt stick around long once Springtrap decided to have his fun.

Then of course there was the next one, slightly older than the last, but still unwilling to put up with the animatronic's games.

Then there was Hudson, his favorite little play thing by far. How he wished he could see the look of terror on that one's face. Hudson wouldn't even approach him during the day, while he was feigning inactivity, for fear that the animatronic would come to life and hunt him down.

No, he couldn't hunt him while the lights were still on. Where was the fun in that? How was it fair that Hudson could see what Springtrap couldn't?

It wasn't. So he'd wait, until the clock chimed and alerted him that it was midnight. Six whole hours to make the nightguard regret applying to this job.

He hadn't even meant to kill Hudson, then again, he never really laid his hands on the kid. How could he? The closest he had ever gotten was during a chase in the hallway one night, but the kid had thrown so many objects in his panic, masking the sound of his retreating footsteps... Springtrap never did figure out which direction the kid had ran. The next morning was when he had discovered that he had hid in an oven in the makeshift kitchen area. Someone or something had turned it on while the kid was hiding inside, burning his favorite nightguard alive.

Of course, Springtrap had a certain... inclination towards who could have been to blame, but he could never be sure. He could feel her presence, the same as he had the night he had been springlocked, but he had no way of knowing if the Marionette was in the building with him currently. Seeing was believing after all, and Springtrap didn't exactly have vision on his side. He could feel his way around the various decorations on the walls all he wanted, but nothing would tell him with absolute certainty that the thing he was touching was connected to the proper vessel.

Before the new nightguard had been hired, a sound system had been installed throughout the building, "to heighten the customer's experience with these old tapes" the manager had said. It, however, only served to disorient and distract Springtrap while he tried to navigate his way around. Between the new audio cues and the incessant sounds of the subpar ventilation systems, he wasn't sure how east his next hunt would be.

The new nightguard did eventually show up for his first shift, and Springtrap knew the faulty ventilation would go out eventually, giving him a brief moment of blissful silence to try and locate his new prey's location. He had made it all the way to the room just in front of the fake office, a thick piece of glass being the only thing standing between him and his new playmate. He brought his hand up and loudly slammed his open palm against the material, if only to confirm his location based on the sound the two materials would make when they collided, but the startled shriek of terror that tore from the nightguard's lips told him everything he needed to know.

In the distance, he could hear the quiet question:

"Hello?"

It successfully drew him away from the office, if only to try and find where the noise was coming from, or more importantly, whoever had made the noise.

Had he been able to see through the glass in front of him, he would have been met with the familiar face of someone from his past.

#dave posting #link's asks #link writes #blind springtrap au #fnaf 3 springtrap #fnaf 3 #fnaf michael afton #five nights at freddy's 3 #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf what we found #fnaf william afton #william afton #michael afton #fazbear frights

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shadynightsweets · 1 year ago

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Fanf movie art challenge

Spoiler alert for the Fanf movie and Fanf: The movie: The game!

Hey guys I have a new art challenge. Draw your version of William Afton and Springtrap as these screenshots of William Afton and Springtrap. Doesn’t matter if it’s your au or headcannon just go wild. You can even include your version of Springbonnie. Also the previous art challenge is still on the table.

#fanf movie #art challenge #springtrap #william afton #fanf fanart

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multishipper-baby · 1 year ago

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So I've been thinking about it lately and, since I haven't been able to finish this WIP in the two months I've been saving it, I'm posting it as is. It might be continued at some point? Maybe? Or I might just skip to the murder, trial and execution. We'll see.

Without further ado, here is...

Prologue: Hello Despair Highschool

Freddy, our protagonist, introduces himself and Hope's Peak Academy. As soon as he enters the school, he passes out without explanation, waking up after an unspecified amount of time in one of the school classrooms. As he gets out of the classroom, he meets the other students and introduces himself to them. In doing so, he discovers that they all also passed out upon entering the school, and that the whole place is locked up. Even as all of them tried to open the main door, it wouldn't budge, and the stairs were blocked off, only allowing them to move around the first floor. They also tried to break the windows but, despite them looking like perfectly normal windows, they were unable to break them even when throwing things like chairs or knives.

Strangely, he can't see the city from the windows- instead, he can only see water, as if they were in the middle of the ocean. They quickly deduce that, wherever they are, they clearly aren't in the actual Hope's Peak anymore.

Once they're all awake and alert, Maipet introduces himself, informing the students that they're now in a killing game. He goes over the rules, briefly explains the class trials, makes a passing comment about their memories that he refuses to elaborate about and instructs them to start going after each other already. All the students are, very obviously, confused over this situation and taking it seriously to different degrees- some seem genuinely scared, others think everything going on must be some sort of joke or weird dream.

With not much else to do, everyone decides to start exploring the school grounds, hoping to find some answers or perhaps a way out. Some of the students also take this time to start socializing amongst themselves, forming small groups in case someone does decide to attempt a murder.

Upon discovering the dorm rooms, Freddy is quite disturbed by the fact that all the doors have their names and pictures of them. He wonders if there's a particular reason his class specifically was kidnapped, and just how long this had been planned. Just in case, he decides to check his own bedroom, finding that it's decorated to his tastes. After exiting, he runs into Chica, who informs him that hers is also decorated like the one she had back at home, just with different furniture. Unable to find an explanation for this, they go tell the others, who are similarly disturbed. However, given that nobody has found anything that allows them to leave, they have no choice but the spend the night in their new rooms.

After this first day of peace, Maipet comes back, asking them why they haven't started with the killing yet. When the students tell him to go away and that they'd never kill anyone, he gives them the first motive: If someone doesn't show up dead in the next two days, they will all be executed, no exceptions. As everyone is starts shouting at him, a countdown appears on the screens around the school, signaling how many hours they have left. After this, Maipet leaves again, reminding them yet again of what they must do if they want to survive.

With this new threat hanging over their head, the class tries to figure out what to do. Freddy, for his part, is too freaked out to participate in the conversation- his anxiety gets the better of him, causing him to have a panic attack and runs away from the dinning room, where all the others were gathered. Chica follows him out, and manages to talk him into calming down slightly, assuring him that they'll figure out what to do.

After coming back, they stumble upon a discussion. Owynn was insisting that Springtrap, as the one with the most technical know-how, should try to force the front door of the school open. Springtrap refused, citing that one of the school rules says that tampering with school property is prohibited, and he doesn't want to risk getting killed. Toddy called him a coward, since him refusing to open the door could get them all killed, before Eak retorts that they have no idea if trying to force the door open would even work, in which case they'll be sacrificing someone for no reason. The others also start taking sides, but the discussion clearly isn't going anywhere, so it eventually dies down as everyone goes their own way.

With nothing else to do, Freddy spends his free time talking to his fellow students, hoping that forming some friendships will keep the peace in the school until they're all able to escape.

As the night announcement comes, he can't help but look up at the counter, worrying about what might happen once it reaches 0- or worse, what might happen if someone acts before then. He goes to sleep, hoping that the next day is a better one.

When he wakes up the next day, he goes to the dinning room again for breakfast, finding that it's mostly empty today. Golden, who's sitting there with a very angry looking Fox, informs him that he woke up late today- everyone had gathered around the table for breakfast earlier in the morning announcement, right after the morning announcement. But the conversation quickly turned into a heated discussion, leading everyone to go their own way. Freddy, feeling his anxiety bubbling up again, ends up feeling too sick to eat anything.

As he's leaving the dinning room, he considers going back to his dorm and hiding away until the countdown runs out or he wakes up from this nightmare (whatever happens first), before running into Cami. She questions his reasoning for staying in his bedroom past the morning announcement, clearly distrusting of him. While she's grilling him about his intentions, he briefly eyes Chica and Owynn arguing about something, but she quickly leaves the conversation and approaches him once she notices him looking at her. She manages to get Cami to leave him alone, and tries to calm him down again, but this time Freddy is just too nervous to talk and runs to his room.

#fnafhs #fhs #au #FHS: Farewell Despair Highschool #myfic

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mechanicalinfection · 10 months ago

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Who's up for a Springtrap and Deliah au!!

#art #digital art #the mechanic's crafts #fnaf #springtrap #springtrap and deliah #s.a.d.#fnaf au #I don't have a name for this au #ack sorry guys #doodle #ayyy new shading alert tho!

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tenebraevesper · 1 year ago

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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 19: Is It Something Out There?

''We have no excuses for the pain and death of us. Look me in the eyes and hear my quiet cries, we won't ever see the skies. Is it something out there? This is the last moment that we both share. You can run but you can't hide, get ready for a ride!''

– Is It Something Out There? by Flannyr & Greeneyed Meganekko (Five Nights at Freddy's 2)

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Springtrap closed the door to the abandoned office, while Sam was leaning against the wall, hugging herself. They managed to get away from the deranged Connor, hiding in the office, while he was probably working on the animatronics. Springtrap turned to Sam.

''Are you okay?'' he asked in a worried tone. Sam nodded, shivering. ''Now, I suggest that we should leave while Connor is occupied. However, if you feel that we should stay for a while longer, I'm fine with it. I won't let you get hurt by him.''

''Thanks, Will,'' Sam replied, feeling safer in his presence. She looked at the room, noticing the monitors. ''A security guard's room?''

''Pity there's no power,'' Springtrap said as he turned the flashlight on. He was alert as he feared that Connor would eventually come into the room. ''We could've spied on that delusional creep.''

''Speaking of creep, Connor was talking about a partner. I guess he meant Raven,'' Sam said.

''Going by the screech we heard, I assume that was the animatronic in question,'' Springtrap said dryly. ''Seems like Connor's partner either ended up dying in an accident or got killed by Connor himself.''

He kept silent after they heard a loud clanking sound, as if something heavy fell down. Sam flinched, looking at the door. Her eyes narrowed as she contemplated what they should do.

''It cannot be helped,'' she said. ''We should leave, but I'm not done with this factory yet, and neither with Ricky's. Let's go!''

They quietly exited the office, with Springtrap briefly looking back at the hallway where they came from. He knew that things would be bad, but this was getting out of hand. He knew that Sam was disturbed by what Connor had done to whoever he mutilated, but they couldn't do anything for them. He knew that Connor was probably aware that someone knew about what he was doing and he feared that he would go after Sam.

After all, he showed a lot of interest in her.

xXx

Once they had arrived home, Springtrap locked the door, while Sam quickly darted into her room. As he got there, she was already on her laptop, looking at a news article. She looked up as he entered the room and showed him what she found.

''Seems like they put it up today,'' she said. Springtrap looked at the article, realizing it was a missing person alert for a girl named Bella Curtis.

''So, according to her co-workers, the last time she had been seen was yesterday evening, after her she finished her shift at Ricky's Wonder Shack,'' he muttered, reading the article. ''Her roommate, who was away at the day of her disappearance, alerted the authorities this morning when she couldn't reach Bella. They called her family, friends and co-workers, but so far, there are no leads. While they suspect that she might've left on her own, they're not excluding abduction.

'''We are doing our best to find her. Hopefully, we'll manage to return her home safely, says chief Burke.' They're never going to find her,'' Sam said, looking at Bella's photo. She felt sorry for her. ''I saw her at Ricky's the other day. She was the one who distracted Connor.'' She glanced at Springtrap, who seemed to recognize her as well. ''Spring?''

''I saw her before, also at Ricky's,'' Springtrap said, looking at Sam. ''There were two kids, twins, who were lost and I directed them to this girl so she could help them.''

''I see,'' Sam said. ''Hopefully they got the help they needed.''

''Actually, they did, as I met them again the last time we went to Ricky's,'' Springtrap said, tilting his head. ''They seem to like me more than the actual mascots at Ricky's.''

''Probably because you helped them,'' Sam said. ''Although, I don't know whether it's unnerving to know that you actually had an interaction with little children.''

''It's not like I hurt them,'' Springtrap said, getting a little defensive. He then sighed. ''I know what you mean and I can't blame you for asking that. After all, given my past, nobody would want to trust me being around other people, let alone being around children.''

''I trust you,'' Sam said. Springtrap perked up when he saw her smiling. ''Seriously, would I even insist on you being here if I didn't?''

''I know,'' Springtrap replied, turning his attention to the article. He frowned. ''I don't think this was intentional.''

''What do you mean?'' Sam asked.

''Bella Curtis' death. I don't think Connor took her to the factory to murder her, as it doesn't really make sense if you consider his previous actions'' Springtrap explained, with Sam looking at him attentively. ''We have assumed that Connor is trying to create haunted animatronics, probably some time after the death of his partner, who, at least for a while, had possessed the Raven. However, none of what we had found out indicates that that's his sole focus.''

''Now that you're talking about it, he just killed the security guard, but unlike Bella, he didn't do anything with him, except for leaving him at Freddy's. If he really was interested in creating another haunted animatronic, he probably would've taken him to the factory,'' Sam said. ''Or there would've been reports about people going missing at Ricky's.''

''Exactly,'' Springtrap said. ''You saw how Connor reacted when he approached the endoskeleton. He assumed that it was possessed by his victim and even told her that she didn't appreciate the robots, even though she was one of them.''

''Yeah. He seemes to be quite obsessed over those animatronics, calling them his friends,'' Sam said, shuddering.

''I believe that that the animatronics are his trigger,'' Springtrap said. ''He may not even have intended to kill Bella, even if he brought her to the factory. Instead, he murdered her because she disliked the animatronics, something he perceived as an insult.''

''I wonder what he'll do to people he believes that do appreciate the animatronics,'' Sam said.

''I think that depends on which animatronics we're talking about. You said that he didn't like the fact that you were more interested into the Freddy's animatronics than those from Ricky's,'' Springtrap pointed out. ''Although, this still doesn't explain why he made killer animatronics based on Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy.''

''Maybe he wants to repeat what happened at Freddy's, but this time, with the animatronics being the killers,'' Sam suggested.

''I hate to admit it, but you're probably right,'' Springtrap said. Although, even if we are correct about this, there's still something that doesn't make sense.

xXx

''Hi, Mum! What's that?'' Sam asked as her mother entered the house holding a box. Instead of answering, Emma quickly turned to Springtrap, who seemed to be a little startled.

''Could you please go and get my bag? It's on the porch,'' she said briskly, then turned to Sam, completely ignoring the bunny animatronic. Sam looked past her at the confused Springtrap, who shrugged and went to get Emma's bag. She then turned to Emma, who opened the box. ''Here.''

''Dolls?'' Sam rose an eyebrow as she took out an antique doll, which had Victorian era-styled clothes.

''Apparently, the grandmother was an avid doll collector,'' Emma explained. ''She gave me a few, saying that she had no need for them and she just wanted to get rid off them.''

''I see,'' Sam muttered, taking the dolls out of the box, with there being seven of them. She kind of felt like a little girl as she tried to set them up and examined their dresses. They actually looked pretty, despite the glassy stare.

''They're creepy.'' Sam turned to Springtrap, who put down Emma's bag and looked at the dolls.

''You're the one to talk,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap grinning mischievously.

''To be honest, the woman who gave me these said that she also thought they were creepy,'' Emma told the two.

''Well, anyone who has seen Annabelle or Child's Play or has played with a Furby knows that dolls are evil,'' Sam said sarcastically. Emma chuckled, then picked up her bag, rummaging through it.

''If you don't think of them as creepy, you could at least clean them up,'' she said, taking out a package out of the bag. She then grabbed the car keys ''I forgot to give this to Cassie. I'll be back soon.''

''Okay, bye,'' Sam said as Emma left, focusing on the dolls. Springtrap meanwhile looked through the window, watching the car pull out of the driveway and reveal a figure standing in the yard. Stunned, he stared at the figure, realizing that it was a little girl in a white dress, glaring at him.

''Spring?'' He turned to Sam, who gave him a confused look. ''What's wrong?''

''There's a little girl outside,'' he said, pointing at the window. Sam looked through it, but she couldn't see anyone.

''Springtrap, nobody's outside,'' she told him.

''I know what I saw. She was there,'' Springtrap replied in a defensive tone, with Sam still giving him a confused look. He feared that she thought that he was messing with her. ''I know it sounds strange, but…''

''Don't worry, I do believe you,'' Sam said, much to his surprise and relief. ''Let's go and check the yard. Maybe she's still there, only hiding.''

Springtrap followed her outside through the kitchen door, but as they scouted the back and the front of the yard, they couldn't find anyone.

''Do you think that she ran into the woods?'' he asked Sam as they went back to the kitchen.

''If she did, she wouldn't have a hard time finding her way out. There is a trail nearby that leads out. I have played in the woods when I was younger and, while they look like you could get yourself lost in them, it is just on this side. Hell, I bet that the red ribbons I left as markers on the branches are still there,'' Sam explained. ''Although, I do have to wonder what a little girl is doing outside. As much as I know, there are no families with little kids in this area.''

''To be honest, she didn't look exactly like she was lost. She seemed to be rather annoyed,'' Springtrap replied. Sam shrugged.

''Well, she isn't here, so I guess there's nothing we can do,'' she said as she went over to the sink, taking a rug and soaking it. She then went over to the dolls and picked one, cleaning it. Springtrap still felt tense, looking outside through the window, but he couldn't see anyone.

What is going on?

Lost in his thoughts, he observed Sam as she picked each of the dolls and cleaned them up. She was quite focused on her job, making sure to not miss a speck of dust or dirt.

''You know, even though I did joke about it, I have to agree that those dolls look kind of creepy,'' Sam said. ''I mean, I wouldn't want to wake up in my room in the middle of the night with one of those staring at me.''

''Oh, and waking up with an animatronic in your room is fine?'' Springtrap asked her sarcastically.

''Yeah,'' Sam said bluntly, with Springtrap looking a little stunned by her response. Suddenly, they heard a loud bang, which startled them. It sounded as if something fell over. They exchanged glances. ''What was that?''

''It seemed to have come from upstairs,'' Springtrap said, with both of them getting up. They went upstairs and when they entered Sam's room, they found one of her books on the floor. Sam picked it up.

''It seems like this is what we heard,'' she said, looking back at the shelf from which it fell down. Springtrap frowned, with Sam being aware that he was a little suspicious of what happened. He then glanced through the window, with a look of surprise on his expression. The girl was standing in the yard, right in front of the window.

''There she is!'' he said, with Sam rushing over, only to see that no one was outside. Springtrap looked at her, noticing her confused expression. She shook her head, with Springtrap not understanding how she couldn't see the little girl. When he looked through the window again, the girl was gone. ''I swear, she was there just a moment ago.''

''Springtrap, I do believe you that you have seen someone, but this doesn't make sense,'' Sam replied. Springtrap's ears drooped, as he couldn't explain why Sam couldn't see the little girl. Suddenly, they heard a scraping sound. Perplexed, they walked into the hallway, realizing that it was coming from downstairs.

''Don't tell me someone got inside the house,'' Sam muttered as she quickly got downstairs. They entered the kitchen, where the sound was the loudest. Springtrap stopped as he saw the little girl again, this time standing in the kitchen and giving him and Sam a death glare.

''Who are you?'' he asked, briefly glancing at Sam to confirm that she saw the girl as well. However, Sam still looked confused, unable to see the girl despite standing right in front of her.

''I don't like this place.'' Springtrap's attention turned to the girl, who was still glaring at them. ''I don't like either of you.''

''Wha-''

Before he could even finish his sentence, the little girl suddenly shrieked. All the cabinets and drawers flew open, with the dishes being thrown out. Springtrap had a split second to grab Sam and shield her from being covered in shards from the broken plates or sliced by the knives. Once it was over, they looked up, with the kitchen being now a complete mess and the girl nowhere in sight.

''What the hell?'' Sam muttered, careful not to step on any of the shards. ''What was that?''

''Haven't you seen her?'' Springtrap asked Sam, who shook her head. Her eyes then narrowed, with Springtrap guessing that she had figured things out.

''Of course,…'' she muttered, turning to Springtrap. ''You're dead!''

Springtrap frowned.

''I'm glad that you noticed,'' he said sarcastically. Sam shook her head.

''No, what I meant is that, you're a spirit and you even said that you are able to see other spirits because of that. Which means that the little girl is also a spirit,'' she explained.

''Okay, but if she's a spirit, where did she come from? It's not like there's another animatronic here…'' Springtrap said.

''It doesn't have to be an animatronic,'' Sam said. ''When did you see her first?''

''I saw her just after Emma left,'' Springtrap said, with the two realizing something. ''It's those dolls. One of them is possessed.''

Sam, avoiding the shards on the floor, walked over to the table where she left the box. She took out each doll, placing them on the table.

''One is missing,'' she said frantically, counting the dolls again. There were only six of them. ''I left it here on the table and now it's gone.''

''It couldn't have just gotten up and left…'' Springtrap trailed off, realizing that this was actually possible. He and Sam exchanged exasperated glances, with none of them being happy that they had now a spirit on the loose and the thing the spirit was attached to was gone.

''I'll go check upstairs,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding. He looked at the mess in the kitchen, figuring he could at least clean up a little while searching for the doll.

Sam had meanwhile checked her and her mother's rooms, then went over to Springtrap's room. To her surprise she found the doll on the couch. The doll had a frilly white and pink dress and a matching hat covering her curly hair. She also had white stockings and black shoes, white, porcelain skin, dark eyes and pink cheeks.

''I have no idea how you got here, but the hide and seek game is now over,'' Sam told the doll, wondering whether the spirit of the little girl could hear her. She walked into the hallway. ''Springtrap, I found it!''

''Great!''

Springtrap walked over to the stairs, noticing Sam waving with the doll that was in her hand. Stunned, he saw the little girl suddenly appearing, with her grinning maliciously. Then, she pushed Sam down the stairs.

''Sam!''

Springtrap attempted to get up the stairs, while Sam managed to somehow grab the guardrail, only to slip and fall over. Springtrap managed to catch her, getting knocked over, with both landing at the bottom of the stairs.

''Owww…''

''Sam, are you okay?'' Springtrap asked Sam, who was lying on his chest. She looked up, dazed.

''Nothing's broken,'' she said. ''At least I think so. However, my back hurts.''

Feeling sore, she lifted up the backside of her T-shirt. There were red scratch marks exactly on the spot where the girl touched her. She sighed, pulling the T-shirt down and glancing at Springtrap.

''Too bad she's already dead, because I would've killed her for this,'' she said in a deadpan tone.

''I guess it could've been worse,'' Springtrap replied dryly, with both of them turning their heads to the hallway, with Emma walking inside.

She stopped, staring at them, with Sam realizing that she was still lying on Springtrap, who had cushioned her fall, while holding the doll. Stunned, Emma then glanced at the kitchen, which was still a mess, despite Springtrap's efforts to clean it up. She then looked at both of them, putting her hands on her hips, now really angry.

''What the hell happened?!''

''We can explain it,'' Springtrap said, as he and Sam got up, with Emma crossing her arms. ''To keep it simple, you brought back a haunted doll.''

''What?'' Emma was surprised.

''So much about you telling me me not bringing something haunted back to home,'' Sam said sarcastically.

''I was talking about another animatronic, not a doll,'' Emma replied. ''Although, I can imagine that a certain someone would get jealous if you found another haunted friend.''

Springtrap glared at her, his eyes flaring purple.

''I can hear you, you know,'' he said. Emma raised an eyebrow, her expression saying Oh, really?. Springtrap kept quiet.

''Jokes aside, if this doll is haunted, then I'll have to do something about it,'' Emma said.

''You?'' Sam gave her a questioning look.

''Well, I brought it here, I'm responsible for it. Just like you are responsible for keeping Afton under control,'' Emma explained.

''Emma, don't talk as if I'm not here,'' Springtrap protested, but Emma ignored him, as usual. Instead, she extended her hand to Sam, expecting her to give the doll.

''Do you even have an idea what you're going to do with it?'' Sam asked, reluctant about giving her mother the haunted doll. Emma shrugged.

''Not really, but as I said, I'm responsible for this one,'' she replied. Sam looked at the doll, then pouted.

''Wait a bit,'' she said, shoving the doll into Springtrap's hands, who looked startled.

He and Emma exchanged confused glances as Sam went to the kitchen, avoiding the shards on the floor, only to return back with a silver platter, red string and salt. She then grabbed the doll, tied it up with the red string, put the silver platter on the coffee table in the living room and surrounded the doll with salt. She then gave the two a satisfied look.

''This should prevent it from escaping again,'' she said, then shrugged when her mother and Springtrap were still staring at her with perplexed looks on their expressions. ''It's just a precaution. I don't know whether it works.''

''Now I'm curious why you didn't use that on me,'' Springtrap said sarcastically.

''You're a different case,'' Sam replied. ''You didn't make things fly off the kitchen counter.''

''You have a point there,'' Springtrap said, sounding slightly amused. However, there was a question on his mind, which Sam picked up on.

''Yeah, I know. We have no idea how she's even capable of doing this,'' Sam said.

''Wait, could you please explain me what this spirit is and what exactly happened?'' Emma asked. ''I mean, I saw the messy kitchen and you two lying on the floor, but…''

''There is a spirit of a little girl attached to this doll, and only Springtrap can see her,'' Sam explained. ''She was the one who threw all the dishes on the floor and pushed me down the stairs. Luckily, Springtrap managed to catch me.''

''More like you knocked him over. You're lucky you didn't end up with broken bones,'' Emma said, sounding irritated and glaring at the doll. ''Why did she even do that?''

''No idea. She just said that she doesn't like either of us,'' Springtrap replied. ''Now, about the haunted doll, she did manage to somehow move it. I know that this is possible, but she's managing to move around without relying on it.''

''I think that the difference between you and her is the fact that you're possessing the animatronic suit, which is the only thing you can control. You use the suit to interact with your surroundings like a normal body. She seems to be only attached to the doll, but otherwise capable of causing chaos without the need to use the doll to interact with things. Where the doll goes, she follows, even though she seems to be capable of moving it around,'' Sam explained. ''In any case, we need to get rid off her.''

''Then, incinerate the doll.''

''We should incinerate the doll.''

''No!''

Springtrap and Emma said in unison, exchanging surprised looks, only for Sam to protest. She sighed.

''Instead of burning it to ashes, how about finding out who this girl is and what she wants?'' she suggested. ''Will, you should talk to her once she appears, since you're the only one who can see and hear her.''

''Okay,'' Springtrap said, although he was a little reluctant, as he had zero positive experience with the spirits of children. He looked around, but the girl was nowhere to be found. He shook his head, with Sam removing the doll from the salt circle and removing the red string from it. They waited a little, with the girl then appearing in the hallway. Springtrap glanced at Sam and Emma, who were still unable to see her, then turned to the little girl. ''Who are you?''

''I don't want to be here! I want my sister!'' the girl whined, still glaring at them.

''If you want to see your sister, you will have to tell me who you are,'' Springtrap told her.

''I want my sister! I want my sister!'' the girl yelled, stomping on the ground. ''I don't want to be here! You're all mean!''

''This is getting us nowhere,'' Springtrap muttered. ''Could you at least tell me your sister's name? Do you know it?''

The girl looked insulted, glaring at him with pure hatred in her eyes.

''Of course I know!'' she said proudly. ''Her name is Mary and I want he here! I want to play with her! NOW!''

Springtrap ignored her tantrum, turning back to Sam and Emma.

''She won't tell me her name, but she says that she's searching for her sister and that the sister's name is Mary,'' he explained.

''Mary?'' Emma repeated. ''The woman who gave me those dolls told me that that was the name of her deceased grandmother.''

''Maybe the grandmother had a sister who died when she was still a kid. It is possible that her soul stayed attached to one of the dolls,'' Sam said. ''Mum, could you give the woman a call and ask her about Mary, and perhaps find out where her grave is?''

''What are you planning to do?'' Emma asked her, a little suspicious.

''Isn't it obvious? I want to reunite two sisters by leaving the doll at the grave,'' Sam explained.

''No, you won't,'' Emma replied, leaving Sam stunned. ''I'll leave it there.''

''Mum, no offense, but I'm not so sure about this-'' Sam got cut off when the small vase that was on the coffee table suddenly flew on the floor, shattering. Springtrap looked at the girl, who looked happy about having broken it. Sam stared at the vase for a second, then turned to Emma. ''She's getting more violent and I have a bad feeling about letting you go alone.''

''Well, I'm not letting you leave on your own either,'' Emma replied.

''I don't think either you of you should go,'' Springtrap interrupted the two. ''In case you have forgotten, you cannot even see nor sense her presence. Also, the kid is unpredictable.''

He looked at the girl, who was pouting, only to give them a malicious grin. She then started to cry.

''I want my sister! I want to play with Mary! I want Mary!'' she screamed. Springtrap was slowly getting irritated, especially since he was the one one who could hear her annoying wailing. He understood that she was just a child, but given her behavior, she was all but scared of them. He felt more pity for the children he murdered than for this brat. It didn't help that he was still furious at her for attempting to break Sam's neck by pushing her down the stairs.

''Okay, we will all go together,'' Emma finally said. ''It'll be a few hours until we reach that town, though. Also, I'm not sure how people might react to man in a bunny costume inside a car.''

''I don't think they will care much,'' Springtrap replied. He glanced back at the little girl, who had stopped shouting and stared at him with a wide grin, which made him anxious.

Please, let this be a peaceful ride. Hell, I'd take that entity over this girl.

xXx

Springtrap sighed. So far, he had been sitting in the back of the car, with Sam in the front and Emma driving. Sam was holding the box with the doll, which she also covered in salt, just as another precaution. The little girl didn't appear, with Springtrap guessing that it was less because of the salt and more because of the fact that she finally got what she wanted. At least he didn't have to deal with her.

Before they left, Emma had called Cassie to get her friend's number and asked the woman about her grandmother. She confirmed that her grandmother had a little sister who died from pneumonia when she was young and that her grandmother used to bring her her favorite doll while she was sick and after her sister died, she continued collecting dolls. It was quite a sad story, but that didn't lessen the fact that, in Springtrap's opinion, the kid was still a brat.

In the end, Emma managed to get the information about Mary's whereabouts, even though the woman was a little weirded out by the question. Emma explained to her that her grandmother probably would want one of the dolls, so she was fine with that. However, she did admit that strange things would happen at her home and, after she gave Emma the doll, everything stopped. Sam guessed that this was the reason why she agreed to help them.

It was also quiet in the car, with everyone being occupied by their own thoughts. Springtrap was looking through the window at the landscape. To be honest, he felt a little weird about trying to find the spirit's sister in order to put her to rest. While it was obvious that Sam wanted to help the girl, while Emma wanted to take responsibility for bringing the doll to her home, there was no reason for him to be here. He had no connection to this girl, aside from being a spirit like her. Sure, he did tell the two that he'd come along to keep an eye on the girl, as they couldn't, but that's where he drew the line. He didn't want to have anything to do with this child.

As if I didn't have enough issues with dead children. However, they're gone. It would just be stupid to feel apprehensive in a situation like this, a situation which has nothing to do with me or my past.

Still, he felt anxious. Images of children's bodies lying in pools of blood, images of animatronics coming to life and hunting him down, images of his own children suffering… It all was burned into his mind. They lost their voices, but their actions showed that they either didn't care or weren't aware that they became murderers as well. Nothing would stop them from getting revenge on the man who did this to them. Someone would think that they achieved what they wanted when William found himself dying at the hands of his own creation, but they were wrong. It would've been a fitting punishment and almost poetic irony to have their murderer die in the costume he used to kill them, if it weren't for the fact that this was what William wanted all along. He could still remember their rage when they saw him get up and laugh at them. At least they got to enjoy watching him getting sliced by the springlock suit.

I have really no excuse for the death and pain I caused them.

''Is something wrong?''

Springtrap was startled by Sam's question, noticing her looking at him. He also saw Emma glancing at him via the rearview mirror, looking quite suspicious. While he did want to talk with Sam about it, he didn't want to do that in Emma's presence.

''Not really…''

''Why don't you just pretend that I'm not here?'' Emma said, causing Springtrap to frown, despite there not being any malice or teasing in her tone. She really just wanted him to ignore her and talk with Sam.

''That is going to be quite difficult,'' he replied in a deadpan tone. Emma rolled her eyes, but didn't make any further comments, probably satisfied with the fact that he felt uncomfortable.

She could give that entity a run for their money.

Even though he didn't want to discuss what he had in mind, he figured that he should still bring up something else that occupied his mind.

''I was wondering about your definition of the difference between attachment and possession,'' he said, looking at Sam.

''To be honest, that was just an idea I had,'' she said, scratching her cheek nervously. ''I'm not sure if it's correct, though.''

''It does make sense, in a way,'' Springtrap said.

''Of course it does,'' Emma said, interrupting the two. ''I admit I don't know as much as you two do, but it seems that spirits tend to attach themselves to whatever they feel emotionally connected to. However, while the emotional experience can be positive and negative, it still needs to be strong enough to keep the spirit from moving on. Or am I wrong?''

''Technically, you're right, but I think that depends on the situation,'' Springtrap said. Emma narrowed her eyes.

''I know that, Afton,'' she said. ''After all, how else should I explain your attachment to Sam?''

Both Sam and Springtrap looked a little flustered, despite knowing that it was true and were quite aware of their situation. Still, instead of making up an excuse, Springtrap decided to continue the argument.

''It is not that hard to get attached to her. You even said that she's the only person who cares about me,'' he said. He and Emma then glanced at Sam when she facepalmed. ''Sam?''

''Sweetie, what's wrong?'' Emma asked in a concerned tone.

''Haven't you two figured out how annoying your arguments are sometimes?'' Sam told them. ''I mean, I know that you both have a chip on your shoulder, but give it a rest every now and then.''

''Don't worry, sweetie, I will,'' Emma said in a kind, firm tone. ''I don't know about Afton though.''

''Don't mind me, Emma. I can keep out of conversations with unreasonable arguments,'' Springtrap said in a polite and charming tone as he glanced at Emma. She nodded.

''I see. I am glad that you think that my arguments are reasonable. You do make an interesting conversation partner, Afton,'' Emma said.

''That is nice to know. Thank you,'' Springtrap replied.

''You're welcome,'' Emma added, then turned to Sam. ''Is that good enough for your? Are we now please allowed to continue with our usual conversation? Pretty please, with a cherry on the top?''

Sam sighed, knowing that she should've expected her mother to troll her. What she didn't expect was that Springtrap would play along. She glanced at the bunny animatronic, who tried to feign innocence, despite the wide grin on his expression and glowing purple eyes.

''Do what you want,'' she said in a resigned tone.

''That's good to know,'' Emma muttered as they were driving past a fenced area. She then turned into the nearby lot, stopping in front of the entrance to a scrap yard. She then looked at Springtrap, who was stunned. ''It was nice knowing you, Afton, but this is where you have to leave. If you want to know, yes, you were an inconvenience to us. Now, I wish you goodbye!''

''Mum!'' Sam yelled at her, now furious, while Emma started laughing.

''Really funny, Emma,'' Springtrap said in a dry tone, although he was actually quite amused by her antics. ''Have you even considered that I could find my way back to your home?''

''Damn it, I didn't,'' Emma said, trying to sound serious. However, she was still grinning.

''You really need to come up with a better plan next time,'' Springtrap added, chuckling a little. As she calmed down, Emma pulled out of the lot and continued driving.

''You two are so immature!'' Sam said, still annoyed.

''Weren't you the one who told us we could do what we wanted?'' Emma said. ''Also, you were complaining earlier about us not getting along.''

''I didn't mean that,'' Sam grumbled. Springtrap leaned over to her.

''Don't worry. Everything's fine,'' he said in a comforting tone.

''I hope so,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap noticing her smile.

xXx

After arriving at the graveyard, Springtrap remained in the car, while Sam and Emma took the doll to Mary's grave. Sam placed it down on the grave, stepping back and joining her mother.

''Honestly, I didn't expect that the day would end up like this,'' Emma said, looking at the grave. ''I hope that bringing her here was enough.''

''I believe that it is,'' Sam replied, with Emma putting her arm around her shoulder and drawing her closer to her, with both observing the grave.

Unknown to them, Mary's little sister had approached the grave, looking a little disappointed. It seemed as if she still was in denial about her sister having already moved on, while she was stuck here. Taking a deep breath, she then walked towards the grave, vanishing.

Springtrap watched the event from the car, knowing that the little girl had finally moved on. He observed Sam and Emma, who looked quite happy and content, despite the weird situation they found themselves in. There was a sense of emptiness creeping through his chest, with him feeling again like an intruder who shouldn't be part of their lives. He leaned back, staring at his hands and clutching them. He closed his eyes, focusing on that feeling of emptiness.

As much as I don't want to leave Sam, I know that I cannot stay here forever. Eventually, I will have to leave too.

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