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Chapter 12

           Springtrap drew in silence for a while. He was about to say something when he realized that Alice had fallen asleep. He briefly considered waking her up, just to be mean, but decided it would be too much work to bother with. He hadn't been sure what to draw at first, so he decided to draw some flowers. The flowers he drew weren't pretty like Alice's, but instead they were poorly drawn, spikey, and generally looked like tumbleweeds.
        Springtrap growled in frustration and aggressively scribbled out the flower he was working on. It didn't look any different. Why the hell wasn't he able to draw flowers as well as Alice could!? Not that he thought her flowers were good anyways. It wasn't fair. Why the hell did it seem like the pencil wasn't doing what he wanted. He growled again and snapped the pencil, then chucked it across the room. Alice wouldn't be happy that he did that when she woke up.
        Then, an idea popped into his head. Maybe she didn't have to wake up. Alice might tell someone about how he had cried. Springtrap felt his anger rising, she probably would write in that report thing of hers all about how he had cried, and acted like a little weakling. He couldn't let that happen. Springtrap walked over to the door, where the broken chair still laid.
He picked up one of the larger splintered remains, and walked over to the chair Alice was sleeping in. If he hit her hard enough with it, she might not even know that it had happened. He could kill her, and she would never be able to tell anyone anything. He stood over her, and raised the piece of chair above his head. Springtrap was just about to bring the chair down on her, when suddenly Alice shifted in her sleep and mumbled something.
Springtrap froze. Had he woken her up? He wasn't sure. "Damn it." He hissed, and dropped the piece of chair as he walked over to the chair across from Alice's. The chunk of wood clattered loudly to the ground, causing Alice to sit up with a gasp. Springtrap collapsed into the other chair, and watched silently as she looked around, wide eyed. "S-Springtrap?" She whispered, her voice filled with fear, "Was that you?" Springtrap didn't say anything, he just glared at her, knowing she couldn't see anything.
"Springtrap?" Alice whispered again, a little bit louder this time, "Where are you?" She sat quietly for a moment, and Springtrap assumed she was trying to hear him, "Springtrap? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Alice waited a moment more, and then continued, quieter this time, "Please. I-I'm scared." Her voice quivered.
"Suffer." Springtrap replied suddenly, causing Alice to jump in surprise.
"S-suffer? What do you mean? I thought I heard something fall." She said nervously.
"Just go the fuck back to sleep damn it." He growled.
Alice looked like she was about to say something else, but she instead just sighed and curled up in the chair, looking exhausted.
Alice woke up to the sound of Mrs. Wilson calling to her from the doorway,  "Alice, wake up. The power is back on now." She said.
Alice sat up deliriously. She felt like shit, "Huh...? What time is it?" She mumbled. She had slept terribly.
Mrs.Wilson unlocked the door, "It's 6 am, now come here, you get to go to your own room now." She swung the door open. Alice got up and began stumbling towards the door in exhaustion. She nearly tripped over a piece of the broken chair, and she briefly thought it was weird that it had been moved away from the door, but she was too tired to think any further than that. All she wanted was sleep. As Alice passed through the doorway, she noticed that Springtrap seemed to be asleep in the chair across from hers, "I wish I was asleep right now." She groaned.
Mrs. Wilson laughed, "Come on, let's get you to your room. Everyone is exhausted so you get the day off today, and maybe even tomorrow too." She said, guiding Alice through the winding halls. Alice stumbled into her room, feeling like her brain was made of cotton, and immediately collapsed into her bed the second the door shut behind her. Her bed felt like heaven after a long night of being plagued by nightmares, trying to sleep in an uncomfortable chair, and knowing there was an undead murderer lurking somewhere in the dark. Alice fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow.
Alice slept until almost 3 in the afternoon, and woke up feeling somewhat refreshed. Last night felt sort of like a strange dream. She spent the rest of the day lounging around with the other students, although she didn't talk to any of them. It seemed like no one had been able to sleep well that night.
The day passed quickly as Alice mostly napped and played on her phone. She wished she had thought to take her sketchbook with her when she had left the room. She wondered what Springtrap had drawn in her sketchbook. She sighed, he had probably just messed up her other drawings. Mrs. Wilson had announced earlier that they would not be getting a break for tomorrow. The others had complained a little bit, but Alice was glad. She wasn't sure she could last another day without her sketchbook.
Springtrap paced the room in boredom. Even though the program had only been going for a few days, he had gotten used to having someone else in the room there to entertain him. He wanted to try drawing some more, but he had broken the pencil so that wasn't an option anymore. Suddenly, he spotted Alice's pencil case, lying where she had left it in the corner of the room they had been sitting in when the power went out. He walked over to it and inspected its contents. There were a couple of regular pencils, an eraser, and a whole bunch of colored pencils.
He took the case over to the table, and sat down in front of the sketchbook. Springtrap decided that the best thing to do in this situation would be to color Alice's flowers in, instead of trying to draw his own since his flowers were such failures. His coloring didn't look very good compared to Alice's either, but it was good enough.