Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

Goddamn These Newfangled Suits

Hybrid suit. Half Animatronic, half wearable. Human or machine operated. The damn thing's are a horror show to the design team. Even worse for employees like me. I get the giant rabbit. Joy. Observing closely, this fucking thing gets even more complicated and terrifying. The amount of knowledge we need in order to just climb inside is astonishing. Still, it's pretty fucking cool, and extraordinarily impressive. I'll grant whatever crazy bastard designed these the right to be proud. It takes a lot to terrorize me, and just by looking at the setup. Anyways, I'm Larry. Larry Mortsen. I've been selected to be a repairman for Fazbear Entertainment. Pretty strange name, calling a bear Freddy. Oh well, we all have our Mickey and Minnie Mouse's and our Donald and Daffy Duck's, so I guess it's ok to have a Freddy Fazbear in the world. Looking at the place, its like a ripoff of Chuck E. Cheese. It's like if Chuck E. Cheese picked up a raging drug habit and sold himself to anyone with drugs or money. Poor Chuck. Well, not much happens here at good ol' Fazbear's Pizzeria, just the usual leaks, and softened wire, and the occasional rat-infested drywall hole. As innocent and fun as this place seems, I remember being here as a kid, the way the animatronics watched me, especially Freddy. He was a clever one, all right. He sang this shitty song and then played a music box type tune, just an assortment of chimes. Then he grabbed me and hugged me. And squeezed, tighter and tighter, until blackness overtook me, and I awoke in a hospital, surrounded by friends, family, and surrounded by a body cast. Turns out he's also a strong one as well. He broke half my ribs, bruised the other half, damaged tissue all over my body, made me piss blood from severe kidney damage, and burst my appendix. While Freddy Fuckbrain did get me out of school, he pretty much scarred me for life, and every time I walk or drive by, I get a cold feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I get drowsy. Back to this astonishingly diabolical suit. This rabbit is equipped with spring-lock mechanisms that hold this bad boy's plates open, and lock into place to allow an employee to climb inside. What I'm seeing, is a fucking steel-plated, man-sized, bone-breaking, body-snapping fucking trap just waiting for a bad move, and then WHAM! The person, or what used to be, will be crushed into a bleeding, twitching pile of meat. I tested the locks, and they stayed. However, they slid around a little too loosely for my taste, and a couple plates snapped close, jumping the shit out of my buddies and I. The damn thing seemed to grin at its own cleverly devised scheme to trap someone inside. What was Fazbear Entertainment thinking, making these things look so fucking smug? They always looked up to no good, grinning like they had a secret or sick inside joke only they knew. Opening this big bastard up again, I realized the problem: the goddamn lock bolts were TOO. FUCKING. FLIMSY to hold back the heavy steel spring, and would rattle loose at any, any kind of disturbance. Just a wisp of breath, and your getting buried in a bucket. As astonished as I was, the representative of Fazbear Entertainment denied any claims. I even tried showing him, but he payed little attention, and happily fucked off to sweet talk a small animatronic cat. I opened the thing and left it there, armed and ready. The rep came over and demanded to know what I was doing. I said I was only looking, and that somebody had primed it, and left it open. He hesitated, then asked if I'd help shut the plates. I said no, and skulked over to the large chicken, Chica by name. I kept watching the rep as he tried to weasel people into helping him, and gave up, climbing inside. He got into place, securing the plates. He smiled in triumph, and tried to pry open the wiry rib plate, but it wouldn't budge. The rabbit's sick grin got even more twisted, as if it knew what it was doing. Quickly, the rep knew what happened, and for a moment, held his breath. He exhaled sharply, the expelled air lightly brushing a head lock. In a tense moment, he made eye contact with me, the man was done for. He hitched up a breath to scream, and the head snapped backwards, ripping his skin apart from bones, stretching and tearing blood vessels, snapping his neck, fountains of blood pouring from what kept his head on straight. Blood gushed from the body, covering the metal of the suit, soaking into any cloth the suit had, and making the stuffing soggy. The suit swung wildly left and right, popping apart vertebrae and chipping bone fragments, which were forced through the skin and rattled on the floor like toothpicks. The arms flailed up and down in long swooping motions, yanking them from the body from over-stretching, the bones cracking apart under the strain. The knees gave, and the suit fell forward from its own weight and slammed into the ground, knocking floor chunks and flakes of plate steel everywhere. People were running and screaming, a few soaked in the first gouts of blood. I left afterwards, giving a report and pointing out the flaws I'd noticed, I was thanked and sent home. I tried sleeping, but I kept seeing disturbing visions in my head. The rabbit, then Freddy, then the suit, the rep, the bunny making eye contact, then the rep giving me one last look of panic, then the head being ripped from the body. As long as I live, these memories will haunt me. The sound of metal slamming together, bones crunching, grinding, and being torn apart, the tearing and snapping of blood vessels, and his last sharp, brief squeak of a scream will all be carved into my brain.

*Note: I got the inspiration for a Springtrap story after watching Markiplier play FNAF 3. I love FNAF and think that the games are just the tip of the iceberg, and that fan games, books, stories, movies, animations, cartoons, paintings, drawings, sketches, are all just a small part of what FNAF can inspire people to create. Also, a huge thank you to Scott Cawthon for making these games. Scott, I love your creativity when it comes to games. That's first and foremost. Next, I am interested to see what other things your capable of. Because if there's one thing I know, it's that you are excellent in creating unique things, and astonishing people everywhere with your wonderful work. So, thanks once more to Scott Cawthon for making a huge impact in the gaming world with his creation. After all, nothing is more powerful than the joy of creation. Good reference, huh?