A Collection from The Void

Springtrap; Reunion P1

(This is before the events of Fazbear Fright but after the shutdown of the pizzeria. Also, the reader is a previous lover of William’s and he’s only been trapped in the suit for 15 years instead of thirty. Another thing: reader is strong >:) )

2nd POV:

The old, beat up 1950’s pickup truck rumbled down the freeway, Lutz– the German volunteer for your clean-up crew– and Svenja– your Swedish-American boss’ daughter, sat up front in the cab with the smaller girl sandwiched between you and Lutz. Currently, with you driving and Lutz trying to man the radio, Svenja was left with the map, “Can we stop for snacks soon? I feel like my stomach is eating itself.” She asked with a sigh, turning the map over and tracing over roads and highways with her fingertip. 

“Whenever I see a corner store, yeah–but we have to make it quick. It’s already 5,” you sighed and slightly repositioned, the worn seats not providing as much comfort as they used to. 

“Hopefully one comes up soon, I need to piss,” Lutz huffed, leaving the radio to fade between static and some news report, “How much longer we have, Svenja?”

“By the looks of how much farther we have, I’d say we’ll get there around 6-ish,” the black haired girl answered, her red-highlighted hair blowing in the wind from the open windows, “We just need to stay on this highway until there’s a right that leads straight into Hurricane, then it’s pretty easy from there.”

“Thank the gods, it’s a city location. I don’t feel like being murdered in an abandoned kid’s attraction by whatever the fuck might be haunting it now,” you stated, rubbing a hand over your face to fend off any drowsiness.

Once the crew reached the old Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you pulled in front of the front doors and parked, the truck rumbling to silence. Another truck, newer than your old farm truck, pulled in and backed to the doors for easy loading. Your crew got out and met the other workers, needing the four extra people for such a big job. “Damn this place is huge. I wonder if the animatronics are still here,” you wondered aloud, memories of it all stirring as you walked in. Everything was nearly the same as you’d last seen it. Even after all these years. You looked around feeling a giddy feeling bubble up as you thought about when you worked here– you couldn’t have been but 18 at the time. 

The others chatted among themselves while shoveling papers, torn carpet, and any other garbage into heavy duty trash bags. You walked around, being careful of glass, carrying a few trash bags looped through your belt loop with one open and ready to be filled, “I’m going towards the offices to work from there out. Is there anything we’re looking to keep from all this?”

“Anything deemed worthy enough to use at that horror attraction they’re building. None of that paperwork though, unless it has something to do with the disappearances or Afton Robotics,” one of the workers you didn’t know the name of called out.

“Alright, that works!” You continued on your way to the right of the stage, seeing where Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica used to be stationed on the smooth wood. Pieces of the ceiling, broken glass, and torn bits of flooring crunched underfoot as you walked. You knew which office you were starting in, the nostalgia was building as memories resurfaced– becoming vivid at the gold nameplate on an office door. ‘W. Afton.’ 

Excitement ebbed off into sadness at seeing the name. It reminded you of the standoff-ish business owner everyone was scared of, and the fact that he’s been missing for 15 years. With a shaky sigh, you pushed the door of the office open and stepped inside. The inside was dusty, the late 80’s technology faded and broken. It looked as though there’d been a struggle in the room; the armchair was broken on its side, the sofa across from the desk was drastically leaning where the legs had broken, the desk was cracked and the office chair was overturned. Papers were strewn about the room and a few filing drawers were partially open. You put everything that didn’t seem important in the open bag, clearing the floor and desk of papers. Though, some things were put in a separate bag for you to take home– those things being animatronic plans, your own application to work there, and William’s journal that’d been on the floor under the desk.