Animatronics Awaken

Another Problem

Cheyanne's POV

I slowly came to, still in a haze. My head pounded and I generally felt weak, like I had just woken up from a terrible night's sleep. Speaking of that, what time was it? My vision was now clear and there were no clocks around - let alone people. I was put in the Parts & Service room with tight, unbreathable rope wrapped around my body. My arms were locked behind my back. I sat on the back wall right across from the door. The light was dim; dimmer than before, and it was flickering. Around the corner, in the area off to my left that was divided off by the elongated wall, I could tell it was pitch black. I couldn't allow myself to stare at that spot for too long or else I felt paranoid about what could be hiding in there. Water was dripping from a leaking pipe somewhere.

I already knew my fate but in a desperate attempt, I started to wiggle, trying to get free. As I would've guessed, the ropes were too tight, and wiggling only caused them to dig into my skin. Wincing in pain and still feeling the effects of getting slammed into the wall, I gave up. I had to wait for ten boring, agonizing minutes before the doorknob twisted and Springtrap stepped into the room.

Once he noticed I was awake, he rushed over and squatted down to my height. "Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his gaze. Genuine concern. Not any of the fake stuff.

"Uhm, I'm alright. Just confused why you're asking me why I'm okay," I chuckled softly. "You're the one who did this, ya know."

"I know. And it's a long story, but-" Springtrap paused mid-sentence. He closed his eyes and looked to the floor. He had one arm propped against the wall for support, right above my shoulder. And he just sat there for a good five seconds. Five, awkward seconds. Creepy. He was in a pose where you would assume he was about to make out with me.

....Gross.

He regained himself and his eyes flickered open while he was still staring at my feet. But when he met my eyes...something changed. My father normally had green eyes...but now they were red. While still maintaining eye contact he smiled mischievously. "But let's not talk about that," he finished the long-awaited sentence.

"Umm, okay..." I pressed my back against the wall, trying to escape his rotting, stinky breath. He was really starting to creep me out. "Are you okay?" I asked, cautiously. "Your eyes changed color."

"Oh, I'm f-" Springtrap paused mid-sentence again. He blinked and his eyes went back to green in that instant.

"Help me!" He blinked again and his eyes were back to red. All I could do was stare both in confusion and fear. He was fighting against something, or at least that's what it seemed. And that was when the clues clicked.

"Shut up! You better not make me do it," Springtrap stepped away from me and stood in the center of the room, his hands on his hand and shaking himself. He was talking to himself.

"What's happening?" I cried, desperate for an answer. With his green eyes active, he said, "Cheyanne, That is not me! I can't control myself anymore!"

He bent back down and rested his hands on my shoulders, squeezing a little too tightly. All I could see was desperation. "Remember when I told you that the only reason why I acted evil was because I felt like with my appearance nobody would believe me? That's not true, Cheyanne, I would never want to hurt you! He made me say it!" He explained it all so quickly that I could barely process it. But that doesn't matter, I still understood. I already did. He was being possessed by something sinister. I had to help him! But how?

"Get away from me!" I shouted and pushed him away with my legs. I believed him, but I didn't want him touching me when the demon took control again. Springtrap appeared hurt, and that's when it took over again. I felt guilty upon seeing the hurt feelings in him, but I knew I had to do that for my protection.