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Chapter 2

Alice woke up at 8:00 to the sound of an alarm buzzing beside her. She was in her assigned room that she had set up yesterday. She got dressed and meandered towards the dining area that they had eaten dinner at the day before. She grabbed breakfast with the other students, and then at 9:00 am, they all made their way to the main office to see which animatronic they'd each get. "I'd hate to be the one to get Springtrap." One of the boys commented. Another nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I bet they'll get murdered instantly!" He laughed. The blue haired girl spoke up, "With an attitude like that, I bet you're the one that got him!"
"Nah no way bro! I bet I got Foxy cus he's the coolest." He laughed obnoxiously again. Alice sighed. It was too early for this.
They were lounging on some of the chairs in the main office when Mrs. Wilson finally walked in. "We have the results for who you're each going to be getting! I'll call you up one at a time to collect their information sheets so you can learn a little bit about them!" Mrs. Wilson said cheerfully. Alice had to admit she was a bit worried that she would be the one to end up with Springtrap.
"For Chica, we have Chad." Mrs.Wilson started, handing a sheet of paper to the obnoxious boy from earlier. "What!? Are you serious!? Ugh." Chad groaned as he grabbed the paper in annoyance and shuffled back to his seat.
Mrs. Wilson didn't seem bothered by his behavior and called the next names, "For Bonnie, we have Greg, and for Freddy we have Mary." Another of the boys and the blue haired girl went up and each took a paper as well. With only Springtrap and Foxy left, Alice felt her anxiety rising. She must have gotten Foxy then, right? She had hoped to get Chica or Bonnie, but Foxy was better than getting Springtrap. Mrs. Wilson continued, smiling at Alice and the remaining boy, "For Foxy we Sam, and last, but not least, for Springtrap we have Alice!" Alice felt dread fill her as her face turned red with shame. She felt the gazes of her peers burning into her as she went and grabbed the paper labeled Springtrap.
Alice sat back down in her chair and Mrs. Wilson began talking, "On the backs of those papers is everything the spirits think you should know about them! They wrote it themselves." Alice flipped her paper over, and saw about what she expected. It was just a bunch of scribbles and the words, 'don't talk to me' and 'f*ck off' scattered around. She sighed as the others began chatting excitedly about whatever interesting thing had been written on their papers.
Once they'd had some time to chat, Mrs. Wilson rounded everyone up and began leading them through the building to the rooms where each animatronic was kept. As the students were dropped off to the different rooms, she saw that the rooms all seemed to look the same. Each had a small coffee table on fluffy carpet, surrounded by a couple of chairs and a couch. There was a bookshelf in one corner, a desk with some pencils and stuff in another, and then a second desk in a different corner with an alarm clock on it. There were no windows, and a small speaker was positioned on the ceiling with a camera beside it.
After they had dropped off the last other student, Mrs. Wilson turned to Alice, "Springtrap is kept in a seperate part of the building than the others, so we'll need to go there." Alice sighed, "Why did I get Springtrap? I don't think my personality is good for this at all!"
She shrugged in response, "We just looked at what you put for the questionnaire and decided based on that. Someone had to get him, he's a vital part of this experiment." Alice sighed again. "Well, here we are!" Mrs. Wilson said cheerfully as she used a card to unlock the thick metal door. Alice nervously peeked into the room. It was similar to the others, except all the furniture seemed to be bolted to the ground, all the pencils were broken, and there was a smashed vase in one corner of the room. The alarm clock that had been in the other rooms looked like it had been stepped on, and there was an old clock high up on the wall, protected by a metal cage like the clocks in a gym are. There were also scraps of shredded paper all around the room and one of the concrete walls had a dented spot where it looked like it had been punched. This did not look safe at all.
Springtrap himself was glaring at them from one of the chairs. She had heard that all of the animatronics had received some repairs, but Springtrap had been very uncooperative so he still kind of looked like he had been through a wood chipper. He was sitting in the chair completely wrong, with his feet hooked over the back of the chair and his head on the floor. Mrs. Wilson suddenly gently pushed Alice into the doorway, "Go on and say hi!" She said happily, like she was expecting them to become best friends. Alice took a deep breath, "U-um, hi there, I-I'm, uh, Alice Meyers." She stuttered, her face growing red. Mrs. Wilson began closing the door behind her, "You just have to stay in here for an hour. Try to get him to talk at least a little bit. The door will be locked behind you for security reasons, but we will be watching through the camera and will give him a controlled shock if necessary. Good luck dear!" The door shut, the lock clicked into place, and Alice was left alone with a creepy, dead, child murderer.