-STILL Springtrap's Pov- (A/n: Most of it will be from Springtrap's Pov. Keep that in mind.)
"Y/n, it's time to go home." Puppet said firmly. Y/n shrunk back a little, but nodded weakly. Puppet took them by the hand, and led them out. I watched from the door of Parts and Service. Puppet took Y/n over to a couple. The girl looked sickly and thin. The man looked a little too well-fed, his belt barely containing his mass and the buttons on his shirt straining to keep his shirt together. Puppet nudged Y/n closer to the man before walking away to his box. I continued to watch. The man looked around for a second before roughly grabbing Y/n's arm and starting to drag them away. They cried out and begged for the man to put them down. The woman smacked Y/n, causing them to fall silent. I heard them softly whimpering. My grip on the wall tightened, cracking the metal door frame. I gritted my teeth, and Vincent whispered in my ear again. They're never going to be happy with that family. I told him that we were going to get them back. Puppet could protest all the heck he wants, but that's my child that they're abusing. Yes, I called them mine. I found them, and finders keepers, losers weepers. A growl rose in my throat as they left. Let's get them. Vincent advised. Snap the thin one's neck and strangle the fat one before violently stuffing them both into suits. 'No,' I thought. 'If we stuff them into suits, they'll come back as animatronics. Nobody wants that.' I felt Vincent shift, as if pondering this. Stuffing them into suits is too good of a punishment anyway. First, we'll have the Originals jumpscare them over and over. Then, we'll get the Nightmares to chase them for five nights. After all that, we'll chop them to bits with our axes. Sound good? I growled in agreement. 'Wait until tonight,' I told him. 'We'll spy on them, and then at midnight when we're strongest, we'll take Y/n back.' Alright. I started to make my way towards the door. Puppet stepped in my way.
"I hope you're not thinking of going after them." He growled.
I did my best not to snap at him, instead putting on a pleasant smile. "Of course not! I was just going to take a walk around the block. It's so dreadfully boring in the Parts and Service room."
Puppet studied me suspiciously. "...Alright." I tried to push past him to the doors, but he moved in front of me again. I held my agitated sigh in, turning it into a gentle exhale. "But if you do something to that family, your head is going on my wall."
I swallowed hard. "O-okay." I'd have to hide Y/n from him. That wouldn't be super hard. Chica would help me hide them. She's good like that. Puppet retreated to his box again and I ran out the door. I looked around desperately, trying to find the car with Y/n in it. I saw one-a purple car-driving out of the parking lot. I ran after it at a steady pace, making sure that I was keeping out of view. As an animatronic, I couldn't tire from running. Just ask Foxy. Speaking of Foxy, he would've been a great ally to have... Forget about them. Right now, we just have to focus on getting Y/n back. 'Right.' The purple car turned a corner, into a tan house that was surrounded by trees on all sides. I hid in the foliage until they got out of the car and went inside. Tears were streaming down Y/n's face, and they were sniffling. My ears twitched in rage, and I clenched my hands, making fists which I slammed angrily on the grass. Go to the window. Vincent recommended. I made my way over to the house and peeked inside. The man was dragging Y/n up some stairs. I stepped away from that window and crouched down. I took a deep breath before leaping up a tremendous height. My fingers caught the windowsill and I pulled myself up, my eyes meeting an awful scene. The man had thrown Y/n to the ground and was screaming insults at them as they cried. I bit my tongue. The man undid his belt. He started beating poor Y/n with the belt, hitting their arms, legs and face with the metal buckle. They curled into a little ball, sobbing loudly. The man started kicking and punching them. I could barely hold in my anger. This vexed me to no end. Then the man grabbed a bottle and smashed it against the wall. Shards of glass scattered on the floor. The man raised the part of the bottle that he was still holding and held it over his head. He was going to stab Y/n.
'Change of plans!' I yelled in my head at Vincent. The two axes materialized in my hands as I leapt through the window, scattering broken glass and debris across the room as I smashed into the house. I kicked the man away, and he skidded across the ground, howling as he landed on the glass pieces. He picked himself up, anger tracing his features. I snarled at him. Die, Vincent hissed.
"Who the **** are you?!" The man roared.
"I'm Y/n's new father." I said, and then, riding on one of Vincent's harsh remarks, I added, "and your worst nightmare." The man took a surprised step back.
"Honey, what's going on up-" The woman stopped when she saw me. I raised my chin slightly, acknowledging her presence. "What is that thing?!"
"He claims that he's Y/n's father! He's probably an escapee from a mental hospital!" The man yelled.
My rabbit ears twitched in annoyance, the wires letting off a small spark. "Nah. Y/n and I are the sane ones here." Well... "Beating your own child? I think there's a strait jacket with each of your names on it." Black liquid started to pour down my cheeks. The woman reached in her pocket and shakily pulled out a small knife. She pointed it at me, and yelled something unintelligible. I rolled my eyes before swinging my axe up in a wicked arc. The knife spun out of her hands, impaling itself in the wall behind me. The man grabbed the bottle again and charged at me. Dodge left. Vincent advised. I did as he said, and kicked the man's fat behind as he barreled by like a freight train. The man ran headfirst into the wall, breaking it. I did my best not to laugh. I suddenly felt something hit my arm. I turned my head slowly to face the woman. She had stabbed me with a piece of shattered glass. Black liquid spurted from the wound. The woman staggered back, falling down into a sitting position. I reached down, never breaking eye contact with her, and ripped it out, the wound instantly healing. I grabbed the man as he tried to rush me again, and threw him to the floor next to the lady. I twirled the axes in my hands. "Listen. I'm going to give you two options. You can either let me take Y/n off your hands peacefully, or I can kill you and take them. I see you going for that shard of glass, miss." I snapped suddenly. "How well did stabbing me work last time?" The lady shrank back.
"Just take the little ***** already!" The man cried, glaring at me.
"Ohoho..." Vincent laughed, taking over for a second. "I'm not done here. The fun has just begun..." He brought up the axe, holding its wickedly sharp blade high before bringing it down savagely. I changed the direction of his swing slightly. The floor cracked from the impact. The axe hadn't hit anyone, but just the space between the two. It scared them so bad that they fainted.
"With luck," I said as I retook control, "they'll just think that it was all a bad dream and forget about both of us entirely." I turned to Y/n. They raced forward and hugged me, whispering faint 'thank you's into my shirt as they sobbed into my vest. I hugged them back before lifting them into the air. I put them on my shoulders, and told them to hang on. They held on tightly, and I walked to the window, the axes vaporizing into smoke. I climbed out the window, made sure that Y/n was holding on tight, and then jumped. I landed on the soft grass. The day seemed brighter now that Y/n was back. 'This is considered kidnapping.' I thought to myself. I didn't care. So what if we did? If we had left them, they would have potentially died. Good job, Springy, Vincent whispered. We saved a kid. 'I thought you hated kids.' I pointed out to him. That was before I met Y/n.
