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Fright of the Night
Springtrap slowly began to do less, which wasn't much to begin with. All day he would sit, lifeless against the hall wall, refusing to budge an inch. He was overcome with thoughts, and it wasn't like he could get answers while in the building, and his efforts to escape all failed.
The first security guard had quit after the incident and Springtrap decided it would be wise not to spook the new guard.
It had long turned six and the security guard was gone until 12 later that night. Springtrap took the opportunity to get up and stretch his legs for a moment. His head and shoulders drooped as he made two laps around the building.
“Why am I even doing this?” He thought. “It's not like i need to exercise anymore or anything like that.” He felt as if he was doomed to be nothing more than a prop for all eternity with nothing to do but regret everything he ever did.
It wasn't like he loved kids or anything like that. In fact, if he remembered them correctly, they were all sniveling little brats with drippy noses and sticky fingers. However, he never thought he would stoop to something like murder. What had made him do it? What drove him to such a deed? He wished he could recall his exact thought process, and the moment when he snapped, or perhaps it was a time in his past that curved his morals as a child. Whatever it was, he couldn't remember it. He couldn't even remember what his name used to be.
He continued his lap around the building before resting back down in the same place he had started. The hours ticked on, but it was still a while before 12. Suddenly there was a click as the front doors were unlocked. Springtrap perked up, listening for the sound of voices or feet. The front doors swung open and the sound of footsteps quickened down the hall. A man stopped right in front of Springtrap, a ring of keys on his belt.
“Ah, there you are, the star of the show. Or in this case, the fright of the night.” He stooped roughly grabbing Springtrap and pulling him up to his feet.
“Now...let's see if this old rust bucket still works.” Springtrap wanted to ask what he meant but the burly man looked like he could easily dismantle him if spooked. The man reached to the back of Springtraps neck, flipping a switch. At first nothing happened and the man frowned, assuming the animatronic was indeed too old to even function. Suddenly Springtrap felt a strange movement deep within himself. Dim lights glowed from his eyes and something whirred and clicked inside of him, as if struggling to function properly.
“Awesome!” The man exclaimed. Springtraps head automatically turned to face the man. Springtrap felt slightly horrified, he had not turned his head, it had simply moved on its own. The man suddenly hurried down the hall, leaving Springtrap to wonder what was wrong with his animatronic body.
He heard the sudden click of the speakers being turned on and then “Hello, Hi,” echoed through the halls again. His body all at once began to shake and jerk as he moved slowly toward the sound. Springtrap felt trapped as the suit moved on its own. He tried to stop the movements but it was difficult and after a while he eventually just gave up, letting the suit go where it pleased. He was sure when it stopped he could move his arms and turn the switch off if he needed to.
“Besides,” he thought “it's not like I have anything better to do anyways.” His body stopped just beneath a speaker positioned at the bend of a corner. There was a victorious shout from the security guard room and Springtrap guessed he had watched him on the cameras. The man came rushing down the halls, stepping up to Springtrap.
“Now, all we have to do is wait till opening hour. Tonight at 8 this place will be crawling with people ready to get scared out of their minds.” He smiled, patting Springtrap's shoulder before he turned down the hall and back out of the building.
“I could leave!” Springtrap realized the front doors were now unlocked, and the man had left him. He tried to move his legs, but they hardly budged, as if the suit was fighting him. Frustrated, he tried to move his arms to turn off the switch, but they too wouldn't budge. Angry, he let out a aggravated shriek, happy to find that at least his voice worked.
Unable to move, except when the programming inside of him thought it heard sounds, Springtrap stood, just waiting for the time to pass.
Eventually the clock struck 8 and the man returned, his voice booming by the entrance as he formed a line out of the guests waiting. The new security guard had arrived too for his new hours. He was sitting in the room with the glass window, ready to work the sound over the speakers in order to move Springtrap into places where he could scare the customers.
The lights began to dim and before he knew it, Springtrap found his body walking off toward a dark part of the building following the “Hi's and Hello's” over the speakers. He eventually stopped in a doorway just by a corner. He could hear something coming up the hall and his body began to move again. As he rounded the corner there was a chaotic jumble of screams of horror. The first group to go through had consisted of mainly teenage girls. Springtrap stood awkwardly as they yelled and clung to each other, scooting past him towards the exit.
A small spark of interest lit inside of him and he thought that perhaps he could add a little extra fright. His suit moved again down the halls, walking up on another group. This time however he would scare them out of their skin. The moment he saw them he shrieked as loud as he could, his animatronic voice crackling as he hissed at them. The group of teens cried loud enough to wake the dead, darting fast as lightning down the halls and toward the exit.
Springtrap smiled to himself, he had done good. Perhaps this new life wasn't completely dull and depressing. As the night drew on Springtrap found himself spooking and jump scaring everyone who came through the attraction. He felt somewhat alive again, getting a small rush as they screamed in terror and ran in fear. Eventually the last group made their way through and the attraction closed. The man from before returned, switching off the switch on Springtrap's neck and locking up the building. Even the security guard had left even though it was only 12. Springtrap smiled and chuckled to himself the moment he knew he was completely alone. Filled with a new energy he felt he had to do a few more laps around the building before relaxing against the wall again.
As he walked he began to notice all sorts of random nick knacks that had been dropped by guests here and there as they ran for their lives. First he stumbled upon some aviator shades, a few pennies, hair clips, and even an ear ring. The most interesting thing however, was a small pocket mirror that had slipped into a dark corner. Springtrap stooped to retrieve it, flipping it open. He jumped back, startled by his own reflection. He had never gotten a good look at his new face and he was surprised by how battered he appeared. Most of the face was chipping away, the golden color long gone. His eyes were creepy orbs floating in two large black holes. He noticed a latch on the side of his jaw, this was what the employees used to flip the animatronic's mouth up. Not thinking, he pressed the small button, lifting the top part of his animatronic face. He froze, staring at the horrible reflection he was met with. Once the suit was pealed back, he was face to face with what was left of his human body, stuffed and trapped inside his animatronic suit. His eyes were gone, replaced with the bright round eyes of the spring indo skeleton.
He didn't wait much longer to flip the suit back over his face, his own reflection giving him the heebie geebies. So he had been right, he had died inside of the suit, but yet, here he was. Springtrap shrugged it off, trying to get the image of his reflection out of his mind. He took the items he had found back to the little closet like room he had woken up in, making a small stash.
He smiled to himself. Now not only did he get to scare the crap out of customers, he got to find and keep whatever they left behind. Despite how entertaining those things were, he still couldn't fight the guilt and loneliness hovering over him every minute. He felt more alone now then he had on day one and he wished 8 would come again so he wouldn't be all by himself. He had no one to even speak too. Before he had always hoped that perhaps one day he would get the chance to speak with the security guard, but with his new hours there was no chance of that. Although he could talk even when the suit was in control, he felt it would get him nothing but trouble with so many people around. And thus he was forced to spend his every waking moment alone, with no one to talk to and no one who would even think of him.
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