The Fazbear Era

Part 8 : The Truth Hurts

Springtrap growled at Vincent. His angry eyes scanned the room and was annoyed to discover that George was missing. "Where is HE?" Springtrap demanded. Vincent was at a loss for words. He wasn't used to protecting people. In fact he is better at doing the opposite. " He left. He was having a bad headache " Vincent used this lame excuse every time he wanted to escape serving another hour or two, so Springtrap wouldn't buy it.

Springtrap charged towards his master , a change of heart was obvious. He hated him. He knew that he tinkered with him. He knew he was perfectly functional and he was no way he would snap on his first master. He wanted Vincent to die. To die again but this time never come back.

With each punch Vincent blocked it with his artificial shell, scraping pieces of ceramic like skin off his body . George , who was under the blanket , lay perfectly still. The sounds and screams of the Android was terrifying. He curled up in the fatal position and grabbed his walkie talkie slowly, hopefully to avoid Springtrap seeing or hearing any sound and movement. Before he pressed the talk button , he realised that the radio will make a static sound and thus Springtrap would know he is here. George helplessly stayed still , thinking that his "friend" was getting beaten to death.

Vincent blocked every attack Springtrap threw at him , which muffled the sound of the fight and reduce the possibility of destroying furniture in case Ms Sophia is one who fires employees for furniture damage. Suddenly Springtrap landed a huge blow on Vincent's arm , smashing the arm's shell fully . As the pieces of the hollow lifeless arm slowly faded away, Vincent's dark soul creep out from the hole , filling the gap with a shadow like arm which cannot touch anything , because it simply does not belong to this world.

"STOP" Vincent snapped at Springtrap, who was stunned by the impact on Vincent. He obviously have never actually saw anything like this , and his brain , both mechanical and spiritual, cannot take it. " If you do this I'll have to share your body for a week before Puppet repairs mine".

George froze upon hearing this. What was happening? He pulled the covers down a little , only to met his eyes with Springtrap's.

"George Friztgerald " Springtrap hissed when he peered to the left by sheer concicidence ."NO !" Vincent yelped as he kick George in the back of the head , knocking him out. He then charged towards Springtrap and started counter attacking.

Vincent 's poor human like body can never match up with the body of a fully abled steel Android. As the two fought, pieces of Vincent's body shattered and broke , revealing more and more of the monster he was inside.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong"
Night 1 cleared.6 AM

George awoke on the office chair , with the protection blanket wrapped around him. His eyes widen after remembering last night's events . The jumped out of his chair , only to be greeted by a messy note:

" Hey George you snore like a pig. You feel asleep at like , 4 AM. Oh I just left early cause I got a bad headache. I think I may be absent for like , the whole week man. I may be sick. Try better to stay awake if not one of the bastards will get to you."

-Vincent "Dave" Collins

( Pls note I have checked and this chapter may have some errors that WattPad made. It is missing a paragraph and some parts repeated and got cut off.)