Five Nights at Equestria Girls

Night 10: New Discoveries, Old Histories

Back at the electrical building, Springtrap was standing by the window. He stared out, his eyes getting lost in the wooded landscape. Surprisingly, the area was very relaxing for being an abandoned building in the middle of nowhere. This place was more comforting than that stinky, old fright attraction was. He wasn't looking to return to it anyway. Despite not being of this world, he had slowly started to grow fond of the nearby scenery. It reminded him of when he was alive and used to visit the local park.

As he stared out the window, his mind was reeling over how the kids were coming back. It seemed impossible that they would return. And for them to be as aware of who they were only made it seem all the more impossible. Yet somehow, by some miracle, the girls were bringing them back, and he was determined to find out how. But how was the problematic part of the question.

"How is it that they are bringing back those brats? It's like they have magic." thought Springtrap.

The kids regaining their memories was not part of his plan. That was only more trouble for him to deal with, and he didn't need it. His anger boiled over, causing him to slam his fist into the side of the building. It rumbled and shook from the impact, sending some debris falling on top of him. Seconds later, a small crack formed from the years of neglect the building had endured, widened above him. The gash continued expanding until a medium-sized chunk of concrete was about ready to fall on him.

Without thinking, he held out his hand to block himself from the falling concrete. Unbeknownst to Springtrap, he had tapped into the magic that powered him. With his hand held up, he felt a surge of power flow through his arm, blasting the concrete to bits and pieces. As the pieces fluttered to the ground, a few sparks of magic hit the earth as well. When they hit the ground, something began to form from the spot where they landed. Springtrap watched with wide eyes as a mirror image of him appeared in front of him.

The copy looked exactly like him, down to the bloodstains and the wires sticking out of him. The doppelganger had his signature aged yellow-green color. As he scanned the copy from head to toe, he saw that it had the same deterioration as he did. It even mirrored his mummified body that was trapped inside. The extreme level of mimicked detail was far beyond what any 3-D printer could do. He stepped near the copy, wanting to see if it was real. He reached out and touched the arm of his doppelganger. To his surprise, it was solid and standing in front of him.

"What the hell? It's like a carbon copy of me. How the hell did it get here?" thought Springtrap as he looked down at his hand.

When he looked up, he saw that his copy was copying his moves exactly. That prompted him to try something else to see if it would copy him again. Lifting his hand, he saw that the doppelganger do the same. He lifted his foot, watching the copy repeat the same action.

"Amazing! It's like you mirror whatever I do. Wonder what else you could do?" said Springtrap as he circled his copy.

Just as he went behind the copy, it suddenly moved on its own, startling him in the process. He stepped back only to get pounced as his doppelganger made its move. With the doppelganger on top of him, he fell back onto the concrete floor of the building. He struggled to fight against his doppelganger as it matched him equally in strength. Being that it was an exact copy, it knew what his next move would be. Finally, after a few moments, he managed to free himself from his doppelganger's grasp.

"Ugh, what the hell? Why the fuck would you attack me?" asked Springtrap, staring at his copy as it got back to its feet.

"I don't know. I felt like it." replied the copy, its voice sounding the same as Springtrap's.

"Wait, you can talk?" Springtrap asked, shocked to see himself speak to...well himself.

"Well, yeah. I am you, after all. Or are you me?" The copy stared at Springtrap, trying to answer the question.