𝐋'𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞

Chapter 5: Old Stories, Older Friends

The house is as quiet as you left it when you arrive. First order of business is to store the corpses, so leaving them wrapped up in two of your blast coolers would be the better option.

You felt scared to find out what talking to Springtrap was going to be like, what he was gonna say. The Pizzaplex freaked you out, but you could only imagine his reaction to its existence. The bodies are put away in the freezers and you walk in to find Springtrap.

He's on the couch watching some game show and you toss the pizza box on the coffee table in front of him.He meets your silent gaze and then looks you over, like he was scanning you.

"You're filthy."

"Well it's better than when I was covered in blood."

He's still staring at you and it feels weird, like your stomach aches at the attention.

"Anyways, the bodies are in the garage freezers and I'm gonna shower, then we can talk."

He grunts something that's probably a yes, still again staring at you. You move nervously away and go to shower. When you finally do the water feels heavenly after all the shit you did today. You didn't care if your pizza was getting cold or if somehow Springtrap was eating it because this was so much better than a meal.

There wasn't much blood on you, mostly just sweat and dirt to wash off. While you're washing your hair you begin to wonder more about the Pizzaplex again. When you had done your research on Springtrap and a sliver of his past, you had seen words related to the Pizzaplex.

There was even that review about the daycare attendant that you were starting to think wasn't even a human to begin with. They had to be extremely advanced from what Springtrap had created in his prime, and perhaps without a need for remnants.

A scratching sound now fills your head as you get startled by the sound.

You're hoping it's Springtrap and it is when you hear, "Open the door."

"What's your problem, I'm almost done?"

"You're taking too damn long."

"Well I can hear you just fine, so start talking if that's what this is."

There's a pause between both of you and you listen closely to see if he's really going to leave you alone now or not. You're Surprised when he starts by asking, "I'm guessing you know my real name, right?"

"Willam, Willam Afton, I know that and your old partner's name."

"Indeed, you know I would say you remind me of him when I first met you, but I would've just murdered you long ago if that's true."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Me and Henry had wanted to start that business since college, he was the creative one, especially when it came to less technical work, and I was the tech and business part."

Springtrap kept going, leaving every detail to grace your ears. The children he killed as revenge for his youngest, his divorce, and Michael. The part about Michael broke your heart, knowing the feeling of being an older brother and younger one yourself.

Though, he could've left, stayed away and would've been fine. People should never quarrel with an artist at the end of the day. Your opinion about it was cruel, but you had heard much more worrying stances.

All of it he told you, and how it could've poured directly into the creation of the Pizzaplex. It was a tragedy of a story, even something you feel a writer would take pride in creating, as long as it was fiction. But it wasn't, it had happened, Willam had endured and created tragedy.