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Chapter 4

Alice walked through the halls of the facility with Mrs. Wilson. It was a new day of interacting with haunted animatronics and all the other students had been dropped off. "I noticed you're bringing your sketchbook this time." Mrs.Wilson commented, trying to make small talk.
"Yeah, yesterday was super boring so I figured I'd bring something to do." She replied.
"Good thinking." Mrs. Wilson smiled at Alice, "Well, here we are." She said, unlocking the door and opening it for Alice. Springtrap was sitting on top of one of the desks, glaring at them from across the room. The broken pencils that had been on that desk were now scattered on the floor.
As the door shut behind her and she went and sat down in the chair she had been in yesterday, she noticed a dent in the table that hadn't been there yesterday, "Uh, did you do that?" She asked, feeling less nervous because of how silly Springtrap looked perched on top of the desk.
"Did I do what?" He growled in annoyance.
"Did you put the, uh, dent in the, uh, table?" She said, her voice quivering for some reason. Springtrap didn't reply, but instead just continued glaring at her.
"Ok then..." She murmured quietly.
Alice opened her sketch book to a blank page, took out a pencil, and glanced around the room in search of something to draw. Springtrap watched her angrily from the desk, and she briefly wondered how it was able to support his weight. He didn't exactly look light weight. "Um, can I draw you?" She suddenly asked. Springtrap again didn't say anything, and just glared at her, maybe even a bit more annoyed looking than before. "I guess I'll take that as a yes." Springtrap grumbled something that she couldn't quite make out, but sounded mean.
After drawing for a while, she finally got the sketch to a point where it looked pretty good. Springtrap had gotten progressively more annoyed looking as she had drawn it so she had had to adjust the facial expression a couple of times, but other than that, she really liked the way it turned out. She would have to take it back to her room to color it, since she didn't feel like bringing all of her colored pencils with her. "Um, I finished the sketch... would you, uh, like to see it?" Alice asked nervously, not really expecting anything to happen.
But, to her surprise, Springtrap suddenly got down from the desk and began making his way towards her. She panicked and got up from her chair and backed up. Springtrap stopped moving and looked annoyed, "What are you doing? How the hell am I supposed to see the drawing when you're way the fuck over there?"
"O-oh, uh sorry." Alice stuttered in embarrassment. She went a bit closer, but still kept a yard or two of distance between them. She held out the sketchbook so that he could see the drawing, suddenly realizing how tall he really was. Springtrap towered over her by a lot, and she estimated that he was at least 7 feet tall, compared to her height of 5'6.
After he had glared at the drawing for a while, Alice hesitantly stepped back again, "U-um, what do you think of it?" She asked nervously. Springtrap didn't even hesitate as he replied, "It's terrible, I hate it. Why the hell do I look so angry? You should just throw it away." He growled angrily.
"O-oh..." That was about the response she had expected, "That's kind of mean, and you look angry because you looked angry when I was drawing you." She mumbled nervously.
"I do not look angry!" Springtrap exclaimed, scowling, "And I'm just being honest when I say you should throw it away. It's trash." He gestured to a small, metal trash can near the desk with the smashed alarm clock on it, "Go put it in there."
"No, I like this drawing. I'm not going to throw it away." Alice said, her voice quivering again. Suddenly Springtrap lunged forwards and snatched the sketch book from her hand, and before she had time to react he had ripped out the drawing and started crumpling it up. The cuffs on his wrists, ankles, and neck suddenly made a buzzing sound and electricity sparked from them, causing the angry animatronic to freeze and drop the sketch book. Once the electricity stopped he remained still, and Alice took that moment to grab her sketch and run towards the door. A guard had appeared at the door and was quickly unlocking it. As she hurried out of the room, Alice looked back and saw Springtrap finish crumpling the drawing and making a point of putting it into the trash can.
The guard made sure she was ok, and then took her back to her room, "You get to be finished early today," He said, "Just hang out in here until everyone else is done." Alice nodded in response as the guard left. Some of the pages in her sketchbook were now bent, but everything seemed to be intact. Well, except for the drawing of course. Why'd he have to do that? She had liked that drawing. Alice sighed in disappointment as she started on the paperwork for that day.

Springtrap sat alone in the now pitch black room. They always turned the lights off at exactly 8:00pm. He could still see of course, but he hoped that the camera in his room couldn't as he walked over to the small metal trash can. He took out the drawing and carefully uncrumpled it and attempted to smooth it out. "It's mine." He muttered to himself. Springtrap glanced around cautiously, before quickly shoving the drawing into one of the desk's many drawers. "I wanted the drawing, and I got it. That stupid girl won't be able to take it from me now." He growled angrily, and started pacing around the room again.