Weeks went buy and eventually Springtrap grew dull of jumping out at customers as they made their way through the attraction. It was just another routine in his life now, and most of the time he let the suit walk on it's own while his mind rested. Even searching for lost items afterwards became dull to him. He would still do it occasionally, hoping that perhaps someone would leave something he could entertain himself with. But all he ever seemed to find was loose change, hairbands and ink pins.
Tonight however, Springtrap was reclined in the old swivel chair, fumbling with a small rubber ball he had found a few days back. He rolled it through his fingers, sighing to himself as he let his eyes droop closed.
It wasn't long now before the attraction would open for the night again. He peeked an eye at the clock on the computer screen. "Thirty minutes left to myself." He griped, as if he didn't have enough time to sit alone in the security room.
Sighing, he stood, deciding he might as well go position himself before the rest of the workers arrived. In a way, he considered this his job, if he could he would have quit, or tried to get fired one.
He stood still as a statue, waiting, until the man returned, flipping the switch on his neck. It was then that the night would begin, jump scare after jump scare.
As he waited in the corner for another group to round the corner, he wondered when the attraction would lose popularity. It had only been open for a few weeks, but it seemed that every night it was just as packed as the night before.
His body began to move forward slowly, ready to scare the next group.
"This place is so lame. All they have is costume parts hanging up on poles." Someone commented from down the hall. He frowned, stepping back into reality for a moment.
"I know right, I thought this place was supposed to be scary." Another person responded. There was a small wave of laughter among the group as they slowly grew closer to the corner. Springtrap frowned, from the sound of it they were a bunch of stuck up teens. Though most of his enthusiasm for scaring had long dwindled away, something about their comments rekindled a small flame.
"You want scary? I'll give you scary." He growled to himself, he was going to pull every trick he had up his animatronic sleeve.
Suddenly they rounded the corner, the suit stepped forward, the lights in the halls flickering. He screeched louder than he ever had before, flashing the lights in his eyes. The teens, a group of guys, all stopped in their tracks, jumping up and clinging to one another as they shrieked. However, Springtrap wasn't done, the suit may not have let him move while on, but there were a few things he could still control.
The boys made to run past him, but the moment they moved he spun his head in a full circle, flipping open the mouth the moment he faced them again. The guys didn't wait another second and bolted down the hall as fast as they could. Springtrap laughed aloud at their horrified faces, he had done good.
Suddenly, he heard the sobs of a young child, and instantly the suit turned toward the noise. There, where the group had just been standing, was a young boy, no older than six or seven. Big bubbly tears trickled down his face as he stared completely terrified at the animatronic before him. Springtrap tried to shush the child, but his raspy voice sounded more like an agitated hiss and only scared the child more.
"What were those stupid teenagers thinking? Bringing a little kid into a place like this." He thought, wishing he hadn't heard their comments and scared them like he had. Surely the kid would have nightmares about this for years to come.
"Hello, Hi." echoed on the speakers, but the animatronic didn't move, the sound of the child's cries far louder than the greetings from the speakers. Springtrap was stuck, watching the kid as he shook and trembled, snot beginning to dribble from his nose.
"Surely when the other group comes, they'll take him with them." He thought, he was wrong. The next group was similar to the last, and none of them even noticed the wailing child.
Something had to be done or the kid would ruin the night and most likely get separated from his family. Springtrap frowned, there wasn't much he could even do...except. Hoping the security guard was watching the cameras, Springtrap turned his head toward one hanging from the hall corner. He flashed his eyes, flipped his hood, turned his head, anything to get the guards attention. Suddenly
"Hello, hi" echoed repetitively over the speakers, as if the guard was trying to get Springtrap to move. However, the wailing child was still overpowering anything the guard played over the speakers.
Springtrap felt very accomplished when the speakers went silent and the security guard eventually came around the corner to see what was wrong with the animatronic. It didn't take but a few seconds for him to notice the sobbing boy in the corner. The security guard immediately ran to the little kid, grabbing his hand as he led him towards the exit, pulling a walke talke from his belt.
Springtrap didn't hear exactly what he was saying, but he was glad the kid was gone and he didn't have to hear his screams anymore.
"Should have done something while you had the chance." Echoed in his mind like a tiny voice, so faint he was positive it was just his own thoughts. Images of butchered kids sprawled on the floor in their own blood flashed in his mind and he immediately shut his eyes, trying to shake them away.
"Nope, not anymore." He growled, determined to push any hatred deep down within. He wasn't a murderer, he was an animatronic in a horror attraction. He felt he had been given a second chance in a way, and he wasn't going to spend it being the exact same thing he had been, the thing that got him killed in the end.
As the night drew on, he quickly forgot about the spooked child as his mind drifted elsewhere. Eventually the attraction closed, leaving Springtrap alone in the drafty building like usual. As the click of the lock echoed through the halls, he immediately turned and made his way back to the security room, plopping himself back down in the swivel chair. He pulled open the side drawer of the desk, glad to find the small rubber ball he had left there. He wished he knew what would happen if the security guard stumbled upon it.
He had taken extra precautions with his stash of lost items, hiding it in one of the ventilation shafts so it wouldn't be found.
"Maybe one day someone will drop a VHS player and some tapes so I can hook it up to this TV. Finally get some use out of it." He joked to himself, remembering the old tapes that brought so much entertainment to so many people. As he envisioned himself stumbling upon an old VHS player, he suddenly heard a familiar sound from somewhere in the building. He slid his feet off the desk, sitting up, refusing to move in case he heard it again. He imagined he heard someone saying hello, and at first he thought it was the recordings. Immediately he looked onto the TV screen, to see if it showed any signs of glitching, but everything appeared to be working perfectly fine.
Again he heard the faint "Hello?" echo quietly down the hall, almost like a whisper being carried by the wind. It was definitely not a recording, the voice was shaky, as if whoever was saying it was shy or frightened, nothing like the cheery confidence of the recordings.
Springtrap froze up. Had someone been mistakingly locked in the attraction with him? His heart skipped a beat, there was no way for them to get out now that the doors were locked. And he wasn't about to go up, find them and start a conversation, he also couldn't let them roam freely around the place, what if they broke something? Panic set it and he turned to the security cameras for help, the least he could do was watch and see what they were doing and where exactly they were.
The screen flipped from camera to camera, hall to hall until at last he came to the shot of the exit door. He didn't see it at first, until suddenly a shadowy shape moved slowly in the corner. It was small, curled up into a ball like a child hugging their knees close.
Springtrap groaned,
"Just my luck, there's a child trapped in the attraction."
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