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Chapter 6

Alice was excited to put her plan into action, and as her and Mrs. Wilson made their way towards Springtrap's room, she made sure to explain the plan.It was pretty simple, but she hoped it would work. All Mrs. Wilson had to say about the plan was, "Oh my, that sounds very interesting! Good luck dear, I hope it works out." Alice grinned at Mrs. Wilson as she entered the room, "Thanks."
Alice was feeling a lot more confident today, but that immediately faded when she saw that Springtrap was lounging on the couch, which was right beside the chair she usually sat in. What should she do? Would it be ok to sit so close to him? Would he be ok with that? Would she be ok with that? She was stuck standing awkwardly near the door, filled with indecision. Springtrap glanced over at her, not looking angry for once, "Do you want me to move or something? Cus you should just say so if you do." He said, strangely calmly. Alice was shocked and wasn't sure how to respond, "Um, what?" She murmured.
An annoyed look immediately returned to Springtrap's face, "Didn't you hear me? I asked if you wanted me to move, since you're a little crybaby that doesn't like to be near me. But now even if you did ask me, I won't because you're annoying." He said, resuming his usual angry tone.
"O-oh, um, sorry?" She stuttered as she made her way to the seat across from the one she usually sat in. Alice suddenly remembered that she had to do the plan, "U-um, I finished the drawing I was making yesterday, and I was wondering if you would like to have it." She said. Springtrap looked like he was considering the offer for a moment, "Ew, no. Why the hell would I want your stupid, ugly drawing? You are terrible at art." He replied, sounding frustrated and annoyed.
"Ok then, jeez, I was just asking, you don't have to be mean." She sighed.
Alice spent the rest of the time doing random doodles in her sketchbook while Springtrap seemed to be napping on the couch. Just before it was time to go, she made a point of putting her sketchbook on the ground beside her feet, so that she could clean up the pencils that she had used. Once Mrs. Wilson came, she picked up her pencils, and left the sketchbook on the ground, and after the door closed behind her, she exclaimed, "Oh no! I left my sketchbook in there!" Making sure she said it loud enough for Springtrap to hear. Mrs. Wilson sighed, "Well I'm sorry, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to get it. Once that door is closed for today, you can't go back in there." She said, repeating exactly what Alice had asked her to say that morning. Alice faked a disappointed sigh, "Ok then, I just hope Springtrap doesn't mess with it." And with that the plan was in place. Now if Springtrap wanted the drawing he wasa free to take it. Alice felt a strange sense of success.
Springtrap waited until it was dark to go over and take the sketchbook, although it wasn't like he needed to, "She left it in here so it is mine, and I am free to take whatever I want from it. I'm just teaching her a lesson about why she shouldn't be a dumbass and leave shit in here." He reasoned to himself, "It's not like I actually want her ugly drawing or anything." He opened up the book and very carefully took the drawing out. He then went over to the desk where he had broken all the pencils, and found a small tape dispenser. Springtrap carefully placed a couple pieces of the tape onto the paper, and stuck it high up on a wall, "There, now she can see her artwork, but never reach it." He laughed to himself, feeling very accomplished.
But, as he was looking at his own face in the drawing, he suddenly became very agitated, "Why the hell do I have to fucking look like that. Why the fuck do I have to look so pissed off." He growled angrily and began pacing around the room, randomly becoming enraged and feeling a strong need to break something. Springtrap grabbed the sketchbook and chucked it against a wall, causing some of the flimsy metal spirals keeping it together to break. Some of the pages were now scattered around as well. He glared at them, "Pathetic. If it breaks that easily it wasn't even worth throwing." He snarled.
Throwing the book had made him feel a bit better, but not enough. His hand began twitching. He needed to break something else. Something better. Springtrap turned his rage onto a chair bolted to the floor by one the desks. It was just a flimsy wooden thing, so he easily snapped the seat off the legs and slammed it into the door. Once he saw that he had left a sizable dent in the metal, he began to calm down. "This is fine," he murmured to himself, "I'm fine." He began pacing around the room again, being careful to avoid stepping on the pages that had fallen out of the sketchbook.
Alice laid awake that night, filled with anxiety, wondering if her sketchbook would be ok. What if he decided to just rip up all her drawings? What if he didn't even bother with it at all. She figured that if he did take it, he would deny it, but she hoped that he might realize that she left her sketchbook there intentionally. It wasn't any use keeping herself awake worrying though, so she finally closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.