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Chapter 10

Alice ate her sandwich at the coffee table in awkward silence, with Springtrap perched on a desk, staying away from her. Alice had to sit in a bit of an uncomfortable position because it hurt to sit on her tailbone. Springtrap suddenly spoke up. He was looking away from her, "I'm sorry." He quickly shot her an angry look, "But I'm only saying that because this tape is really bothering me, and I need you to get it off. It's not because I'm actually sorry. You deserved it." He growled, looking away again.
Alice figured this was the best apology she was going to get, "Oh, um, thank you for the apology?" She said nervously.
Springtrap glared at her, "Don't thank me for something I didn't want to do. It's annoying."
"Oh, sorry." Alice sighed. She quickly finished up her sandwich and took a sip of water, then she stood up, wincing as pain seared through her from her tailbone, "Is it ok if I come over there to get those last bits of tape for you now?" She asked cautiously. In response Springtrap just nodded, got down from the desk, and watched her walk towards him with an annoyed expression on his face. She brought her lantern with her, although it really didn't help much.
When Alice reached him, he stooped down so she could reach. Alice noticed as she removed the last of the tape that he seemed to be thinking about something, "There, I think that really is the last of it now." She said, trying to sound cheerful.
Springtrap nodded absentmindedly, then said, "Y'know, you're weird."
Alice blinked in confusion, "How so?"
Springtrap paused for a moment, considering his words, "The only thing every other person here wants to talk to me about is the murders for some reason, but you haven't mentioned them even once." He said, standing up back to his full height.
Alice was still a bit confused about how that was significant in any way, "Well, you warned me not to talk about it pretty much immediately." She cringed, remembering that first awful interaction.
"The rest of the people here are all dumbasses that decide to talk about it even if I warn them not to. Everyday that stupid new therapist hides behind the door, asking me questions about the murders like it's a damn interrogation." Springtrap clenched his fist, he was getting sort of... twitchy, and he had a strange look in his eyes. He grinned, "Why can't they just stop worrying about it!? It's been who knows how many years since then, and I'm already dead!" He paused to chuckle, and Alice took a step back, getting a bit worried. Springtrap was staring blankly and grinning at the empty space in front of him, "But it's funny, y'know? I feel like I would like to talk about it, but I hate people asking me questions about it! If they try to have me talk about it they're dead! If they don't, they're still dead! Isn't that funny!? No one here will just let me talk on my own! It's always gotta be questions!" He let out a hollow sounding laugh.
Suddenly, he stopped laughing and grabbed Alice by her shoulders, "CAN'T THEY SEE IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!?" He shouted, shaking her slightly. He paused for a moment and then let Alice go. She started to back away in fear as he began talking again, "But you think I'm already insane, don't you?" He glared at her, his mouth stretched wide in a grin again.
Springtrap began to slowly stalk towards her, "You're probably thinking, 'Wow! That guy is completely crazy!'" He exclaimed. Alice continued to back away, her lantern clenched tightly in her fist, "N-no! I-I don't think you're crazy!" She stuttered frantically. Springtrap paused for a moment as if considering what she said, then resumed his approach, "You know what? I hate liars! That's all you people seem to do these days! Ask annoying questions and lie! I'm sick of it." He stopped smiling, "I'm sick of it." He repeated.
The back of Alice's foot suddenly collided with the edge of the couch, causing her to stumble backwards. She hadn't realized it was that close. She cried out in pain as she fell onto her already sore tailbone and a jolt of pain stabbed through her. Her lantern clattered to the floor and rolled under the coffee table and out of reach, causing the already dim lighting to become even more faint and ominous. Springtrap didn't seem to take notice of any of this as he walked closer until he stood right over Alice, "All those questions they ask. What are they trying to do? Make me regret what I did? I don't regret it and I don't want to regret it!" He cried out, suddenly dropping onto his knees and holding his head in his hands as if he were covering his ears. A frantic expression was on his face, "Why do they have to keep asking those questions!?" He sobbed, and Alice suddenly realized tears were streaming down his face. She didn't even know how he could cry, since he was an animatronic. He leaned forwards as if he were in pain, "Please, just make it all stop!" He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and covering them with his hands as tears continued to somehow run down his face.
Alice knew he was a horrible murderer, and fully deserved whatever torment he seemed to be experiencing, but she could never bear to watch people cry. She got up, pausing a moment to let the pain that shot through her fade, and then walked over to him. Unsure of what else to do, she crouched down in front of him and pulled him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and continued to sob into her shoulder, as she patted his back, "Shhhh, it's ok. You're ok." She whispered soothingly.
After some time had passed, he finally calmed down. He pulled out of the embrace, the fur of his face was covered in stains from crying, "I-I'm sorry..." He murmured, "I know there is something wrong with me, but I don't know what to do. No matter how much I destroy, something is always going to be wrong." Springtrap sighed. Alice suddenly got an idea, "Hey, how about you lay on the couch, and I sit in the chair beside it, and you just talk. I'll just listen to you, and won't ask any questions, or say anything. Would you like that?" She said softly, as if she were talking to a child.
Springtrap paused for a moment, and then nodded. Alice got to her feet with a wince, and helped Springtrap get up as well, before taking her place in the chair beside the couch. Finally, Springtrap laid down on the couch, took a deep breath, and began to tell her everything.