Die in a Fire || FNAF 3 Fanfiction

014: Die in a Fire

            "I will fucking kill you."

            I just stared at it. It looked like it was just about ready to pounce on Sam. Sam, however, was just laughing at it.

            "How many times do I have to tell you? You can't do that! I made it so you couldn't."

            Springtrap didn't respond. Those red eyes were staring right at Sam with murderous intent. It was enough to make my hair stand on end. However, it was completely still. I couldn't tell if it was a façade or not.

            "So? Are you just going to stand there?"

            When it didn't move, I almost cried. I wanted it to move so badly. Sam raised his arm above his head, presumably to stab me. He wasn't going to kill me the same. He was going to make this long, brutal, and painful. His arm started moving downwards, and my eyes focused on the knife. It looked like he was going for my chest. The knife got closer, and closer, and closer. Inch by inch, I just admitted to myself that I was going to die. It was easier to accept death than I initially thought. Sometimes, when there's nothing you can do about something, it's best to let it go and let it happen.

            Then, the knife was gone.

            Sam was gone.

            I heard a slam to my right. I looked up to see Sam against the wall, and Springtrap was slowly ripping the costume head off him. Its fingers clutched the fabric so tightly that I could hear the seams breaking. The head slowly removed itself from the neck, popping with every inch it came off. When it was fully off, Springtrap threw the costume head across the room. Now, it was just Sam pitifully looking up at a monster of his own creation.

            "Who the fuck let you do that?"

            The robot's head twitched. "I could always do that."

            Sam pushed the robot off, miraculously. Under the effects of adrenaline, it must've been possible to do anything. Springtrap slammed into a table, which knocked one of the computers off it and onto the ground. It shattered, and Sam pushed himself from the wall. "Are you insinuating that I messed up your programming?"

            Springtrap pushed itself upwards, pushing the table backwards in the process. "Am I?"

            Sam was pacing, knife out toward the robot. I could see his face, and his eyes were wide. Deranged. He wasn't even looking at me. He and Springtrap were pretty much walking in a semicircle, staying directly across from one another. "You cannot kill me. I made it that way."

            Springtrap laughed this time. It chuckled the same as always, but something about its voice sounded glitched and distorted. "Are you sure?"

            "I am sure." Sam raised his voice, and then I saw it happen slowly. He threw the knife at me. Right at me as he raised his voice and yelled, "I am God!"

            I managed to dodge the knife by falling to the floor. I listened to it clang against the tile floor near my feet, and above me, I saw Springtrap just lunge for him. It was almost animalistic, the way the robot went for him. It was, in a very deranged way, human. It was ripping the Glitchtrap costume from the man piece by piece, exposing the preppy, innocent outfit he had on underneath. The two were yelling at each other, and in my state of mind, I could barely hear any of it. I couldn't make it out. They were throwing each other into glass, boxes, tables, literally anything.

            When Springtrap threw Sam basically through a sheet of glass was when I smelled it.

            I could smell smoke. It wasn't cigarette smoke. It wasn't marijuana smoke. It smelled different. Given my position, with one shoulder on the floor, I couldn't get myself upwards. I couldn't use my hands. I had to wiggle to look around. With the two of them in the corner, I would've had time to escape if I could've used my legs.