Just a Robot 3 (Fnaf)

Chapter 21: Attack of the phantoms

Springtrap's P.O.V

"Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING!" I said followed with me slamming my hand on the desk. Both of these things startled Mangle as she jumped a little when I had done it. She stared at me, as if I had a problem; in which case I did. "What's wrong?" she asked. "What's wrong? There'e nothing! No leads! Just another damn dead end!" I exclaimed. For a second she sighed while brushing off my temper. "You're still mad with Freddy aren't ya?" she asked. "Of course," I responded with an annoyed tone. "Why are you still holding a grudge over him for that?" she asked. I turned to face her, to show what I meant. "I've been trying to fix everything, but he got in the way!" "How so?" she asked. "I'm trying to show I can help others and take risks for all of you, but he surpasses me!" I explained. "Getting mad over it doesn't help, especially when you hold that grudge and never let it go... And it doesn't help that you're always angry." My expression changed when she had said that. "What do you mean by that?" "Springy, I hate to say this, but... you're starting to act like your old self." "I-I..." I tried getting a response, but deep inside I wasn't allowing that. But it only took control; my old self. "I'M NOT!" I yelled. Mangle stood in shock, while I stood with the pride of holding that action as pleasure. Only for it to be disrupted. There was loud sound as me and Mangle turned to the direction of it. It had come from the maintenance room. Without saying anything, I made my way towards the maintenance room, while Mangle stood in the security office. I wasn't sure if she was petrified because of me, or because of the sound. But none of those thoughts didn't mean anything to me; nothing at all. I felt the times when I was forced to follow the Balloon Boy laughter had revisited me, having no choice, only a program. Follow every command. Except I actually had the will to choose whether to do that or not. And I chose to follow this sound. As I got closer to the room, everyone ran out and backed up. They all realized I was here immediately, and they actually spoke to me, with no fear or any sign of hesitation. "We have a big problem," said Funtime Freddy. "What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked. But there was no need for an answer, it had shown itself. Things came through the door; familiar things. It was the phantoms; every single one of them. Freddy, Chica, Foxy, Puppet, Mangle, Balloon Boy, and The Puppet. I was actually surprised, I thought they would've perished in the fire. No, they should have, there's no way they should be alive. This didn't make sense, something wasn't right. But that was another question I had to configure with later. "So any ideas?" asked Fredbear. "Yes. Leave." I responded. Everyone started at each other, knowing it wasn't good. But at this point, I didn't care what they thought, only I did. "Don't do this again!" demanded Funtime Freddy. "You can't stop me Funtime Freddy! Not this time!" I exclaimed. He stared at me as if I did something wrong, or at least to him. After all, he was inadequate. I was the one who had a true purpose; to stop Henry. It was odd for me calling him by his full name, but I refused to call him by the mascot that changed the reputation of the pizzerias, me, and the world. He didn't deserve a nickname; he didn't deserve anything. He doesn't deserve to be a hero, only I do. "I don't care, I can help," he said. "You dumbass! I can only stop them! I created them!" I exclaimed. "Maybe, but sometimes your creations can be the superior ones, and make you the inferior one. The creator can't always win against the creation," he said. I gave him a cold look, indicating I didn't care. "Whatever!" "Springtrap, you're making a bold and unpredictable move here. Don't be a fool," warned Shadow Freddy. "You're the fool here," I responded while walking over to the phantoms. They stared at me, lifeless beings that had no purpose, no point in being in this world. They deserved to stay dead. I stopped in front of them, showing I had no fear in them. "I command all of you to stop," I said calmly. They stared at me, there own souls facing mine comparing one another. Mangle walked near the others, wondering what was going to happen next. But I should known they saw me as nothing, just as much as how I saw them. Phantom Freddy punched me as I stumbled back. I held my ground; I felt defeated, my own creations had turned against me. I tried punching back, but they only teleported, as a way to taunt me. They all appeared around me, surrounding me. It reminded of the time when I had got corned when I was younger by a bunch of bullies. Having no defense to protect my innocence. All of the phantoms started punching me at once as I tried to fight back. And when I had got attacked by those bullies, I had no one to help me. It felt like that all over again. A memory to come back, but stronger almost. All of a sudden, the phantoms slowly turned to attention to something else, and not me. It was Funtime Freddy of course trying to make himself the hero, though not entirely. Him and everyone else was trying to help, and it was sorta working. Only Funtime Freddy, Golden Freddy, and Shadow Freddy seemed to be the only ones doing an effect on them. Everyone else's punches and kicks seemed to be fazing through them, just like ghosts. I punched the closet one, who was Phantom Balloon Boy, who fell on the ground along with the whole group of phantoms. 

We all corned them ready to finish them, as they all sat with not fear.

As they sat with no emotion.

As the they sat with no soul. 

As they sat like nothing.

As they sat like ghosts.

"I'll give you all a proposal, you follow my commands. If not, I'll take the pleasure of killing all of you," I said to the phantoms. Their eyes just showed they didn't care for what I had to say, which was the answer I was expecting from them. Their eyes just showed they were indeed nothing. Intended for no purpose, only to exist as nothing, to be nothing. No entitlement, no reason, nothing. "Bastards!" I yelled while getting ready to punch them. "WAIT!" yelled Funtime Freddy. But I should've known the phantoms wanted this, to show they were better than me. To show they were the superior ones. As soon as I aimed to punch them, they teleported away to show how easy it was. I just stood there, staring at the spot they were a couple seconds ago, feeling defeated. Everyone else stood near me, expecting for a reaction or anything in return. But they were wrong, they had something else coming to them. I clinched my fist to show my anger towards the phantoms. I hated them. I hate them, I hate RXQ, I hate the nightmare animatronics, and I hate Henry. And now, I hate my friends. "We to need talk. NOW!" I demanded. "We think we do," responded Funtime Freddy. "About you."