Animatronics Awaken

What Really Happened (Springtrap's Story)

1981

"Honey!" My wife, Alyssa, cried.

"What?" I asked.

My name was William back then. What I'm telling you right now is the day where everything turned around, for the good.

Alyssa came running into the bedroom, where I was. She held a white stick in her hand.

"I'm pregnant!" She cried again, happily.

At first, I just blinked, registering what she just said. Soon, I realized that the stick was a pregnancy test. I smiled, overjoyed. We've been married for about three years now, and we've always wanted a kid since then. We would try when we thought the time was right, but nothing ever worked.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" I exclaimed. We kissed in celebration.

After all the celebrations, along with pain and issues, our baby daughter finally came into the world. She was so beautiful!

"She's perfect," Alyssa whispered to me from her hospital bed, holding our daughter in her arms. I stared at her, not believing that this was my own child; my own blood and genes.

She had emerald green eyes. Just like me.

To be honest, I was really jealous when my brother, Tyler, had a son two years ago. I didn't hate him for it; but I was really wanting a child, too. Now I have one! I can't wait until everyone meets her! We named her Cheyanne after discussing it for half an hour. Alyssa and I watched as our daughter slept on her chest. I was just so happy and felt at peace.

Little did we know, that joy wouldn't stay for long.

Later that night we were allowed to take her home. When we got there, around 9:00 P.M, we fed our daughter and put her to sleep, in a room that we already prepared. In the doorway, we watched in silent joy as she slept for the first time in her crib. Because of the process of giving birth, Alyssa was really tired. She went to bed right after that, and I joined her.

I woke up in the middle of the night by clunks and cries, coming directly from Cheyanne's room. I panicked and woke up Alyssa. Right when she heard, she sat up and looked into my eyes. But we both reacted from instinct and hurried to the baby's room. There was silence now. Alyssa and I cautiously peeked inside the crib. Cheyanne...my child...was gone. My heart sank to my stomach.

No, no, no, no! We didn't even get past the first night before failing as parents. I wanted to cry but saw that Alyssa was already doing so, so I knew I had to stay strong for her. I put my arm on her back and reassured her gently. But it didn't take long before she straightened up and said, with a whole new persona, "Let's go, William. I'm gonna find out who took my daughter."

Alyssa rushed down the stairs and I followed her. But at the same time, I couldn't help but worry about her. The doctor said she needed a couple of weeks to heal and rest from the trauma of birthing. Surely this wouldn't be good for her?

But I knew my wife. She wouldn't let anything stop her from what she loves. Because of that, I couldn't express my worries.

Alyssa and I discovered at the same time that our back door was wide open. We had to stop ourselves from racing out of the house and calling out Cheyanne's name.

On the ground in front of me was a black cloak. "Call the police!" I shouted to Alyssa and picked up the cloak. I handed it to her while she dialed, so she could explain it to the police. I went back to the doorway, not listening to the phone call between the police and Alyssa.

When Alyssa hung up, I turned toward her. "They're on their way," she said.

I felt a little hope deep within my chest. "I hope they find something," I said.