Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Springtrap VS Scott

We gonna mix it up.

The whole building was decrepit, and everywhere Scott shown his flashlight, mold spores were flying in the air. It was disgusting and Scott tried covering his nose and mouth with his arm, it wasn't working. He felt like vomiting, knowing he was inhaling all of this. He looked around, swinging his beam in a wide arch, the walls and the sagging ceiling tiles were covered in splotchy black mold. Crawling, oozing. Every now and then, Scott would come upon a pile of drywall and ceiling, in a sopping, blackening pile from where the roof fell in. He grimaced, his chest ached painfully and he couldn't convince himself that it wasn't because of the mold in the air. It was probably black mold.

Something crunched behind him, the sound of drywall being crushed under a foot. Scott spun, wildly swinging his flashlight beam. The spores and dust and ammonia was so thick in the air that Scott could barely see anything, he felt the ground swing beneath him as nausea over took him. He saw a shape, the massive, crooked outline of a person.

"Ah..." Scott cried weakly, stumbling backwards. He stepped on a fallen metal pipe, probably something from the fire extinguishing system, and slipped, falling to the floor. He landed hard and his breath left him, which turned out to be a better circumstance than inhaling everything that was floating around in the air. The person stomped towards him and it took a terrifying amount of time for Scott to realize that it wasn't a person. It was an animatronic. A hulking mass of matted fur and mold and mildew with a sagging rubber face and crooked rabbits ears. Scott scuttled backwards until something impaled his palm with a gut wrenching crunch. He screamed, pulling his hand away, but he was stuck on whatever it was and ended up ripping the wound open more. The rabbit stomped towards him, its fur hung off itself limply, some pieces of the fur-work was falling off the rubber skin. "Please no!" He cried. The rabbit stopped. It's head cocked with the crackle of grime encrusted clumps of fur. It's eyes were empty and completely soulless. Scott sobbed uncontrollably, he didn't want to die.

The rabbit bent over at the waist, it's cartoonish paunch crinkled as he stooped. He grabbed Scott under his arms and lifted him. He arm lagged behind, having to first be torn from the object of which it was impaled on. He grit his teeth screaming. The rabbit continued to lift him until their faces were level.

"Shut up." The rabbit hissed, it's voice was deep and gravely. Scott stopped crying, frowning in confusion. That wasn't how Springbonnie was supposed to sound.

"Put me down!" Scott pleaded. The rabbit pulled him against him, at first into a hug. Scott struggled but it wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, only disgusting. The rabbit smelled like roadkill, hot, rotting flesh and that ever persistent scent of mold. Then it began tightening its grip, crushing scott against it's metal rib cage. Scott grit his teeth, a sob escaping his throat, squeezed out by the pressure on his chest. His face was smothered in the rabbit's fur and there was something strangely comforting in it. He kicked his feet, struggling to be free. All the while, a manic laughter had begun bubbling past the painted rubber lips. Scott screamed again, kicking some more, he couldn't do any damage, though, and his limbs began to feel funny as he ran out of oxygen. Every desperate inhale of air, he sucked in fur into his mouth, tasting it on his tongue. It was vile. There was a cracking sound and sharp pains as his ribs began to crack. His vision grew splotchy, the mold seemed to crowd in his lungs, choking him off. He fell to the ground, crumpling into a ball. A foot kicked him hard in the back and he skid forwards a few feet across the tile until he landed against one of the piles of decaying ceiling. He groaned, no air reaching his lungs.

Scott pushed himself up, grabbing a metal pipe. He was hunched over, still, and his breathing was rugged, but he was on his feet. His flashlight was on the other side of the hall, casting wicked shadows. The mold spores were flying around in it's beam creating a shade of beige behind the rabbit.

"I put you down. Now what?" The rabbit croaked, turning slowly. It's ears flopped with it's head and it began walking towards Scott with grotesque lurches.

"Fuck off." Scott grunted, voice hoarse. Another bout of laughter from the rabbit that ended in wet coughing.

"You would want that, hm?" The rabbit growled, reaching up and swiping at the rubber snout with it's furry arm, smearing a goopy black substance across its surface. Scott gagged, but it hurt his throat too much so he attempted again to still his breathing. Suddenly, pushing off the wall to it's left, the rabbit charged at Scott, it's arms out stretched. Scott barely made a sound besides a wild squeak, before stumbling to the side. He swung out with the pipe, feeling much like he did when he was ten playing baseball with his dad. The pipe connected with the back of the rabbit's head and it fell. Scott clutched the now dented pipe tighter in his hands and ran to his flashlight. He saw a crooked piece of rebar, soaked in liquid. He swallowed down the bile in his throat, his hand was now just a dull ache, but if he thought about it too deeply, the pain would register again.

He grabbed his flashlight and turned a corner. He mold seemed to grow worse. There were more area's where the roof had caved in, and the drywall above the tiled patterns was stained with water damage. Scott kept hurrying, though, desperate to make it away from the rabbit who seemingly kept him locked in. He stumbled over fallen wires and chunks of pink insulation. A rage filled roar echoed down the hallway. It sounded human though. So painfully human. Scott kept running, panting, desperate for escape.

He saw a door and reached for it, foolishly slowing down already. Something grabbed the back of his neck and flung him to the ground. The most excruciating pain Scott had ever felt radiated through his stomach. His whole back felt like it had been snapped over someone's knee. He screamed, clutching at his midsection where another piece of rusted rebar was protruding. He felt blood fill his esophagus, a disgusting, wet feeling that tasted absolutely horrible. It overflowed from the corners of his lips, black ooze down his cheek. He coughed, it spattered everywhere. He turned his head, hoping it would leak out. Scott sucked in a few ragged breaths, inhaling copious amounts of blood with each intake. The rabbit stood over him, it's rubber face peeling from the forehead ever so slightly. It's eyes were empty, but a slimy, thick, black substance fell from it's lips onto Scott. Scott looked up at the rabbit, his head lolling to the side. He gurgled something, but through the blood in his throat, words couldn't form.

"Poor, Scotty." The rabbit purred. With a paw, it caressed Scott's cheek, pushing his hair out of his face. "You did so well for what little time you had." Scott cried, tears pouring from his eyes that were still yet to lose their life. Snot mixed with blood and tears in a disgusting slurry on Scott's face. "You did so good." Scott stared at the roof, he could see the metal plating through a hole. He wished he could see stars instead. He spread his fingers out, feeling the mold swirl beneath them. He closed his eyes. And that was all.