50 Shades of Springguard (FNaF 3 Guard x Springtrap)

#10 (Kickass) - 11 (Serious)

10) Kickass

Neither Chris nor Daniel had been alive when any of the Fazbear restaurants had been open. Even so, as teens, they found the lore of the place exhilarating. Five kids go missing? Big whoop. Five kids go missing and turn up haunting the mascots like puppeteers? Now that was exciting! Anything to do with the company they'd eat up without a second thought.

The older they grew, the more their interest in mysteries diminished. At some point, the darker-haired one had stopped believing in an afterlife at all. Only Daniel held enough enthusiasm for it to be recharged upon the discovery of one of the old abandoned buildings.

Chris really only agreed because of the money Daniel promised they'd split, plus the latter would just do it by himself, both day and night shift, if he had to. Not doing this was not an option.

Then there came the second day, the run in with the suit, and a desperate attempt to get the thing away. Even if he no longer believed the legends to be true, the thought of being stuffed into one of those things was enough to send him into full-on panic. That thing made several broken noises before retreating with a...sad expression? No, that must've just been his imagination. Wouldn't be the first thing he's hallucinated that night.

It wasn't until Wednesday of the next week that activity stirred up. At about three A.M., the unlocked doors of Fazbear Frights opened and in crept two hooded figures, completely unnoticed by the night watch until they stuck a blade to his throat.

"Hey, Chris," the one with the red hood said, applying just enough pressure to leave a white mark.

"Don't scream," the one in brown commanded, "or it might be cut short."

The bladed one chuckled. "Might."

Chris was paralyzed with fear, too petrified to even bother.

"Now you're probably wondering why we're here," Brownie guessed by the night watch's unmoving body language. "I'll tell you. I saw you chattin' up my sister the other day-"

Red pushed the blade just the teeniest bit harder. A little trickle of crimson ran down from the point. "My girlfriend!"

"Hold on, Red, I'm getting there."

The black-haired boy knew where this was going, but feared their "gift" would be worse if he said he didn't like girls.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself? Not too loud, now."

Chris glanced down at his lap, where the tablet was situated. It showed the game room, a golden bunny suit searching through the rubbage.

"Sp-Spring!" Chris called, eyes still locked on the tablet.

"Spring?" The two attackers exchanged a look of confusion. "Who the hell is-"

They didn't have time to finish when Springtrap karate-chopped through the gigantic window, glass shattering in the most kick-ass style possible.

In the scramble to avoid broken glass, Red's knife clattered to the floor.

A string of distorted noises echoed from its mouth as a golden paw reached for Red's neck.

"W-wait!" the man screamed. "What are you-?!"

The pressure increased slowly, and Red let out a long scream.

Brownie jumped up and tried to pry the rabbit off, but only in vain when he, too, was snatched by the neck.

"Spring, stop!" The rabbit dropped them to the ground, despite his urge to press down harder. Why? Why did he listen to this boy? Why did he feel such a strong need to protect him, stronger than the one to kill?

The two hooded figures fled as soon as they touched the ground. Chris rose from his spot to envelop his savior in grateful arms.

Spring looked at him wearily. Was this supposed to be a hug? Didn't the metal and wires hurt? Why was this guy hugging him in the first place?

"Thanks." Gratitude filled every inch of Chris's sparkling cyan eyes, even if the method of saving had been a bit more violent than he would have liked.

Chris turned back to the place of Spring's stunning entrance, however, and muttered, "Gotta fix this in two hours..."

11) Serious

"This...this can't be happening. You're serious?"

Well, technically the kids weren't in the animatronics when they forced the purple man in his tomb, but Chris didn't need to know that. "Yes, I'm being absolutely serious."

This changed everything. At the very least, it meant there was an afterlife. But what if it was a trick? So many times had Chris believed without questioning, only leading him to play victim for, at the very least, some stupid prank (he didn't want to think about at worst). Still, what other explanation could there be for the purple ghost to hover right in front of him?

"So the suit's not sentient?"

"No," the ghost replied, recoiling back into the suit. He managed to let out before it flickered to life, "That would be me."

Chris stared right into those violet eyes. "What's your name?"

"Name?" The ghost popped back out, a trail of energy still swirling into the bunny.

"Yeah...like, what should I call you?"

He thought for a moment. A name is a piece of the past, and he already gave away an important (not to mention sensitive) part of his past. Could one be traced by name and cause of death alone?

Then Mason looked to the golden suit he haunted and got an idea.

"Please, call me Springtrap."

"Springtrap? That's your name?"

"Not my birth given one, but that's all apart of the past now, yes?"