Part 1
I am Springtrap
The once golden animatronic wondered aimlessly through the small maze like building he had found himself in.
“This is not a pizzeria.” He thought to himself. He couldn't remember much, mainly just emotions. Anger, desire, frustration and....fear. Occasionally he would get a random memory from what he assumed was from when he was “alive”. He was dead, he knew that much, and he was an animatronic, or was he? He definitely felt like an animatronic, but something wasn't quite right. He knew animatronics were supposed to entertain the kids....the kids.... “who cares about keeping those brats happy. That's the least of my worries.” he grumbled.
He wondered passed the strange room with the large glass window, he had seen it a few times, but he still had no clue what it was for.
He ignored it again and continued through the air shaft, hoping he could find some sort of exit to the empty, dark, quiet building. He had yet to see any living being...or dead one for that matter.
After what felt like an eternity he finally plopped down in an empty corner of one of the halls.
“Why am I here?” He muttered, frustrated and confused. “Where are the others?” He vaguely remembered other animatronics, singing and performing on stage, there were several of them. However, he was suddenly flooded with a deep hate, fear and...regret? The thought of the long gone life like animatronics confused him even more and it made him mad.
As he sat and mulled over what was left in his mind he suddenly thought he heard the sound of a door creaking far off in the facility. He immediately looked up, pushing himself to his feet.
“Someone's here!” He thought, as relief washed over him. Cautiously he trudged down the halls toward where he imagined he heard the sound. Soon the steady whirr of a fan could be heard around the corner, and he guessed if he had a face he would have been smiling.
“I-i'm still here!” He managed with his cracked voice. There was no response so he poked his head around the corner, peering silently through the big glass window.
There, seated lazily in a swivel chair was a person dressed in a security outfit. “Fazbear's fright” was written on his badge. The animatronic gasped, taking a step back as he stared at the familiar get up.
“A security guard!” he thought “I...I'm a security guard!” His mind screamed at him. “Was...was a security guard.” he corrected himself. A memory slipped back to his brain and he could see a desk before him with a computer and whirring fan blowing warm air against his skin. He suddenly became very stressed, reaching for a button on the wall slamming down the security doors.
“I worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria...” he muttered under his breath. The security guard looked up and he quickly darted back down the hall, unsure if he wanted to be seen by the guard just yet.
He was aware of how loud his animatronic body was and he tried his best to quietly sneak back to the corner he was sitting in before he had decided to venture off. As he rounded the corner, he looked up to spy a small red light in the corner of the ceiling.
“Cameras!” he thought, realizing that no matter where he was, the security guard could see him. Hoping he hadn't been spotted already, he plopped back down in the corner, remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night. The hours ticked on into early morning, but he refused to move, unable to know if the security guard had left or not. As he sat, completely bored out of his mind, he thought he heard the shuffle of feet and a door swing open only to be closed again.
He waited several minutes in silence before determining it had been the security guard leaving. Cautiously he stood, slinking back toward the room with the large glass window. He poked his head around the corner slowly, relieved to see the room completely void of any life.
No longer feeling the need to be sneaky, he marched into the guard room and plopped down in the swivel chair.
“Much more comfortable than the ground.” He chuckled. There was a TV like computer hanging off the wall that he hadn't noticed before and this immediately peaked his interest.
“This is where he watches everything.” He noticed, flipping back between the views provided by all the cameras. On the desk was another electronic, this one similar to a tablet. He picked it up, turning it on. On the screen was a list of random controls that he didn't understand and soon lost interest in it. He instead continued watching the cameras, one of them displayed a shot of the hall, In the back was a door with the word “EXIT” shining in red above it. He immediately sat up, wondering how he could have possibly missed that door. He didn't wait another second and instantly darted from the room, stomping down the halls as fast as he could.
He knew about the front door, those were the first he saw and it was practically impossible to miss them. However, when he had tried to open them, he found them to be locked. He hoped this door wouldn't be the same. He came to the exit door and flung his weight against the bar. It didn't budge an inch and he growled in frustration. Still, he didn't give up, perhaps if he pushed long enough he could escape this dark building once and for all. No matter how hard he tried the door wouldn't give and he eventually stopped, sliding to the floor with defeat.
Deep in the back of his mind he knew he wasn't supposed to leave, but he also felt like there was something wrong and he wasn't supposed to be there. For the most part he was still very confused. He remembered a terrible pain and fear, then a sleep, a long sleep. He remembered voices before he suddenly woke up in this strange building...alone. He knew he had once been a security guard, and now he was some old animatronic....how that happened he couldn't recall. He felt that if he could only get out then maybe he could get answers.
He sat against the exit door for hours, contemplating what he knew of his life.
“So what exactly do we need to do in here?” He sat up, stunned as he heard voices echoing through the halls. He hadn't heard the door open again, he must have missed it. He panicked, hurrying back for the spot he had woken up at.
“We're installing new recordings over the speakers.” The other voice answered. The two men rounded the corner, both jumping in surprise when they saw the animatronic standing still as a statue.
“Oh god! He freaking scared me!” The shorter man grabbed at his heart, chuckling at how easily he was spooked.
“I know right? He's so creepy, what a great find. We were so lucky to find Springtrap.” the second guy commented.
“Springtrap?” The first raised his brow.
“Yeah, that's the little nick name i've given him. I'm pretty sure he used to be called Spring Bonnie. But...that doesn't sound nearly as spooky as he looks, I had to change it up a bit you know?”
The men laughed and continued down the halls and out of sight.
“Springtrap?” the old animatronic thought to himself. “So that's my name now.” He figured a name like that was better than no name at all.
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