Secrets are Best Kept Safe. A Virgil Afton Story. ~ON HOLD~

chapter VI - Virgil

"So you're telling me, that you just somehow found him?" Michael asks as Virgil leads him around the mess that is the old burned down place of Fazbear Frights.

"Yeah. Something like that." Virgil lies. Glitchtrap had really come to him that morning, informing Virgil that he had been able to find Springtrap. "Come on, he's somewhere over here."

"How did you find him?" Michael asks as he ducks under a fallen part of the roof. "You've either been at the house or at the Pizzeria. Speaking of which, it's been half a week since they got there, CB is wondering when Ballora is coming."

"Again, tell her you have to work on Ballora since she was accidently damaged in the move." Virgil brushes it off and walks into the office, which was where the fire had started, so it was the most damaged. "He's somewhere here, but I can't remember. Let's get looking."

Michael sighs, knowing he's not going to get anything out of him, and starts looking around. A few minutes pass by and still nothing. "This place is a wreck. Are you sure he's in this room and not one of the others? We've looked everywhere here."

"I'm sure." Virgil says, getting annoyed that they couldn't find Springtrap.

"Terrence, how is it that you were able to locate him but not remember where he is?" Michael asks as he stops looking and looks at his twin. "And don't avoid the question."

Sighing, Virgil stops looking and faces his brother. "I'll tell you later. But can we keep looking? I don't care if you look in a different room, but at least look."

"Fine. I'll look in the next room. Come get me if you find anything." Michael starts walking away but stops when Virgil talks.

"Found him." Michael turns around to see Virgil moving some scrap off an old, damaged anamontroic. Springtrap. "Told you he was in here."

"Well okay then." Michael says. "Let's get him to the new place."

"Alright. Let's go."

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"Let's hope this works.." Virgil mutters to himself. He spent the last few hours fixing the spring locks and a few other important things that was wrong with Springtrap. Whipping off the grease on his hands with a towel, he takes a few steps back and talks. "Springtrap, power on."

The anamontroic's limp heads lifts up as the eyes light up. The eyes focus on Virgil. "Terr-EnCe?" Springtrap asks, his voice box glitching.

"Heh, oops. Guess I should have looked at the voice box as well." He says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks for the help with finding Springtrap, Dad."

"No prObLem. ThIs dArn vOiCE BOx." He grumbles, already annoyed with it.

"Well, I can't fix it now." Virgil says, placing the towel on the table next to where Springtrap was standing. "Besides, Henry and Michael might not want it to get fixed. It might make the experience for the kids better."

"Henry's hErE?" Even though his voice box was broken, you could hear the emotion in that question. The last time he actually talked to Henry, it wasn't exactly a friendly conversation.

"Yeah... he is." Virgil clears his throat, wanting to change the subject. "I've installed an illusion disk. We're not really sure if it'll work with the older models, I hope you're okay with being the one to test it."

"NoT aT AlL. WhAt Do I hAvE tO dO To GEt iT To WoRk?"

"Think about what you look like as a human. It'll bring you to the age you died at, unless you aged. I'm not sure if any of you actually have aged, but me being a side, I did. So it brought me to that age."