Five Nights at Freddy's: Springlocked

Night 2

Michael arrived at the establishment at around 11:50. It would give him more time to explore. He unlocked the front door, and entered, looking at the dingy walls and floors. Some more posters had been added, along with an arcade cabinet with the screen punched out. He was about to walk past the hallway to Fredbear and to his office, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw something a little more green and rabbit shaped than Freadbear at the other end. He cautiously walked forwards, ignoring the judgment of Fredbear, instead staring at an old, familiar face.
Springbonnie.

Michael was surprised and concerned, how did they even find this suit? His father would have kept it well hidden, and yet here it was...

Unlike Fredbear, Spring Bonnie was dirty, covered in something Michael couldn't easily tell what it was. There were more rips and tears, and more exposed suit bracing, but yet... the suit didn't feel all that... empty.

He looked closer at it, looking between the holes and joints... and was absolutely disgusted. Either that was one very, very real fake corpse... or...

Michael recoiled, and shot one last glare at the suit before sitting down in his office.

It was... probably based on the "rumors" of the suits, at least that's what Michael chalked it down to. Nothing more than a silly prop based on what he was terrified of as a kid.

A few minutes after he sat down, the phone rang, and he picked it up, listening.

"Uh... hey hey! So, welcome back! Job's not so bad after you learn the layout of the rooms, so uh... our searchers, Tom and Jerry found some new things last night. You know, posters, arcade cabinets, and... you aren't gonna believe this, but they found one, a real one, hardly any missing pieces we had to fabricate. I'm... sure you'll find it in there somewhere... trust me. It's kinda weird though, it's almost like it was... used before. O-oh well, probably nothing. Just keep it up, and I'll see you tomorrow, k?"

Click!

Michael stayed quiet... That thing was an actual animatronic? Somewhere in the distance, he heard a ragged cough, and wheezing, like someone who couldn't get enough air. Michael perked up, was there an intruder in the building? He hesitantly opened the cameras, and flipped through them, until he stopped at the feed with the springlock animatronics... or as of now, just one. Michael started to enter a state of panic. It could move, he would never stop reliving this nightmare.

Michael shouldn't have been surprised, he shouldn't have. But he still panicked nonetheless. He looked quickly through the cameras, feeling it slowly heat up again under his fingers. He found the rabbit on one of the cameras, but it was facing the wall, leaning against it like it was... catching its breath.

Its ears twitched, and it slammed a fist against the wall, coughing loudly. Something felt off, but that's when he remembered the audio play button.... Maybe. He hesitantly pressed the audio button, and the rabbit froze for a few seconds, before hobbling to a room farther away. Michael, over the laughter, swore he could hear the sound of something... squishy in the suit. He ignored the feeling and kept watching him.

It seemed this was the only animatronic that could move... Okay, this seemed easy enough. Especially since he'd dealt with way more than one, before. The rabbit paused, and dropped to its knees, before crawling into a square hole in the wall.

Of course the bastard knew how the vents worked.

He changed viewing modes, but he didn't need to see the rabbit to find it, it coughed quite a bit, and the coughs were loud and sounded painful, like its lungs were completely shredded.

Michael wondered...

Was there actually somebody in there?

He found it eventually in the vent leading to the main hallway. It made a grimace with the "prop" inside, and emitted a hacking cough, a small amount of blood spattering out. If this was really just a prop, it was super well made, that's for sure, but somehow, someway, Michael doubted that claim. He heard something thud outside of the office, followed with a growl of anger, and something being thrown.