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Chapter 3

Springtrap glared at her. She started to try and say something, but he immediately interrupted her, "Before you say anything else stupid, I feel like I should warn you not to talk about the murders, or ask me about them, at all. There was this therapist lady that kept trying to do that, so I bashed her head against a wall. I don't know if she lived or not, but it really isn't my problem." A grin spread across his face, "I was able to do it so quickly that they couldn't zap me in time." He said with a hint of pride in his voice, which sounded like he had been smoking for 80 years. Alice was frozen in shock. Why the hell had they thought it was a good idea to put her in the same room as this guy!? Springtrap flipped around in his chair so that he was sitting up right, "Are you just going to stand there looking like a dumbass the whole time? It's annoying." He growled. Alice took a deep breath and attempted to compose herself, before nervously walking over and taking a seat in a chair across from him. He looked even creepier up close.
Alice realized that she was still holding the information paper that she had been given earlier, and had accidentally crumpled it up a bit. Maybe she could use this to start a conversation, "Uhm, this paper, it doesn't really have much information..." She trailed off, suddenly realizing how stupid she sounded. Springtrap scoffed, "I put all the info there that you need to know. Just f*ck off and don't talk to me and you should be fine."
"Ah... ok..." She mumbled, averting her gaze.
30 mind numbingly boring minutes passed in awkward silence, although Springtrap didn't seem to feel awkward at all. Alice made a mental note to remind herself to bring her sketchbook tomorrow. "So, um," She started, "Do you just sit in here like this all day?" Springtrap looked at her like she was stupid, "No, I go picking flowers." He grumbled, his voice filled with sarcasm, "What kind of stupid question is that?"
Alice sighed, "I was just trying to make conversation. Uh, do you have a favorite food?"
"I'm dead. I can't eat, dumbass." Springtrap replied bluntly.
"Oh... yeah..." Alice felt like shriveling up and dying as Springtrap continued to glare at her.
Finally the hour had passed, and Mrs. Wilson came to rescue her. As Alice quickly exited that awful room, she was handed a thick bundle of papers and a pen. "This is just a little contract that we forgot to have you sign, so if you could do that real quick for me dear, we'll be on our way." Mrs. Wilson explained.
"Oh ok." Alice replied, signing it without bothering to look it over. She just wanted to get away from the creepy zombie rabbit.
Alice was led back to her room, where some papers had been set up on her desk. "More paperwork?" She sighed. Mrs. Wilson laughed, "We just need you to fill out those reports and tell us about how the interaction went." She gave Alice a thumbs up, and left, the click of her heels echoing down the long hallways of the facility.
The paperwork was a breeze to get through, and she had a while to play on her phone and tell her friends about her experience. Although, it wasn't like she really had any friends. Just one girl named Chloe that she sort of considered to be her friend. Alice had always been somewhat quiet, and had never been good at making friends. Heck, she couldn't think of a time when she had ever had more than 3 friends at a time, but now was an all time low. It didn't matter anyways, she hated having to talk to people. It wasn't like people avoided her, plenty had asked to be her friend, but it was her that avoided people. Putting away her phone, Alice decided to do some doodling in her sketchbook. She had brought a small bag full of pencils to use, just in case the facility didn't have any. She realized now how dumb that was.
After the paperwork was all finished, Alice and the rest of the students spent the rest of the day hanging out and doing various chores that had been assigned to them throughout the facility. They could go pretty much anywhere, except for some restricted areas, and they also had the option to go and spend some more time with their assigned animatronics, which most of the other students did. Alice definitely didn't want to do that, so she settled in some corner by herself and doodled until dinner.
Springtrap sighed with relief once that stupid girl had finally left. "Why the hell do I have to be involved with this stupid experiment nonsense?" He said out loud, talking to himself as usual, "These people are such fucking dumbasses, don't they know I kill people? I probably killed that therapist lady. Why did they act so shocked when I did that!? What were they expecting? Regret? Hell no, I don't regret shit." Springtrap got up and began pacing around the room angrily. The clock on the wall now read 3:00pm. "What the fuck!? When did all that time pass?" He shook his head, trying to untangle his thoughts. His mind was getting twisted again and he felt glitchy.
The new therapist lady would be coming in an hour, and he hated it. He had tried to break the new clock several times, but it was too high up and too well protected. In frustration he kicked the table, leaving a deep dent in the wood with his metal foot. Before they had bolted down the furniture he would toss it around the room and break it into pieces. He sighed and shook his head again. He had a headache. Springtrap stopped his pacing and sat down in a corner. "Tomorrow is another day." He murmured to himself.