The Life Behind an Animatronic- The Monsters Inside Freddy's

Chapter 9- A Planned Escape

The others chased after him down the halls, but he was swift. His movements were agile and he skimmed through the halls and over boxes. I guess if you put your mind to something, you can accomplish anything. 

"Springtrap, wait! What are you doing?!" Golden Freddy called, trying to keep up with the robot. Springtrap only kept looking ahead, not turning around or stopping or anything. It was something he didn't want them to interfere with, so he kept turning sharply around halls to try and get them lost. I heard someone slide and crash into the wall, but no one had stopped to help them. I wanted to see who it was, but Springtrap didn't blink. He kept trying to lose them in the maze of props and creepy children drawings. 

He managed to get ahead of them, but we both knew that they were still hot on our trail. He looked around for anything that would hide him, and then he laid his eyes on the vent near us. He jogged over to it and pried the lid off, before climbing inside and carefully pulling the lid back on. He watched and waited, then we saw the others run into the room, searching wildly.

"Where did he go?!" Foxy growled. Golden Freddy searched everywhere, but he couldn't see us either. 

"I...I don't know. It was almost like he...vanished or something." he replied. Freddy let out an annoyed sigh.

"We don't have time for magic tricks! Springtrap obviously had something sinister planned, and if we don't find him, he'll destroy us!" He argued.

"Wait, just shut it! He couldn't have gotten far, right? I mean, despite his reflexes trying to get away from us, he's still an older robot. Something must've given way while he was running, right?" The Marionette asked. Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy. Was the Puppet actually willing to help the enemies he had to overcome a darker, more powerful being? 

"...The Marionette's right." Golden Freddy stated after a moment of thought. He faced the others, his face serious.

"Springtrap would've had to stop to rest at some point. Let's split up and keep searching." he said. The others shifted nervously, but I saw Fredbear standing with confidence. Something told me that he didn't hate me at all. He was trying to find and protect me, like a good friend should. I wish I had a different word than friend to describe him, because he was certainly more worthy for a different title. I racked my mind for what to call him, but then Springtrap turned around and began to move as quietly as he could through the dark vents. No light surrounded us, and as we dove deeper into the darkness, the feeling of being with this insane man grew into a new feeling of uneasiness. 

Eventually, after we rounded a corner, it became pitch black. I had never experienced darkness like this before in my entire life, so of course I was a little rattled. And the odd sounds coming from the building around us didn't help ease my mood. All we could feel was metal under our knees and hands, and Springtrap would occasionally stop to try and feel if there was something in front of him. 

He still kept quiet as he crept through the vents, rounding corner after corner. It felt like we were lost, but I didn't want to ask if we were. Finally, after we rounded another corner, we saw a grate near the bottom of the vents. He narrowed his eyes and let out a quiet sigh of relief. So we were lost, he just didn't want to admit it. 

He kicked the grate down and winced when it hit the ground with the loudest clang it could produce. He slid down to the ground, and landed with a clunk as well. He stood up and brushed himself off, then looked around. I looked at all of the props and walls, then I spotted the empty Freddy suit propped up on a stand. We were right next to the night guard, and Springtrap didn't even know it. 

He also stared at the Freddy suit, and his head tilted to the side a little. He began to walk forward, but I didn't want him to. If he saw the night guard, it was no doubt that he would do the exact same thing as the children when they were around humans. He walked in front of the window, and I hoped with every fiber in my body that the night guard would be smart and not make a single sound. But those hopes were shot down when I heard the night guard gasp. Springtrap veered his head to face the window, and he narrowed his eyes at the night guard, his mouth opening a little to let out a creepy growl.