Withered Memories FNAF Fanfic

Damaged

Silence hung in the air like a suffocating blanket. Springtrap didn't turn around, didn't spare her a glance, and she was too dejected and hurt to do anything but sit in the opposite corner and let her tears spill silently as she thought.

She did a lot more thinking than she had ever done, and praying. She did a lot of missing her friends too. She was perplexed, the events clouding over her like a thunderstorm. And Springtrap...it was like he had just broken.

The light died from his eyes and he stood there, staring into the distance with a faraway and pensive look on his face. Sometimes anger would take over and he would punch a wall, sending dust and splinters flying in all directions and she would jump and stare, but he didn't acknowledge her existence. It was like... they had both been extinguished when Puppet left the room.

"I want to go home..." She whispered to herself after the second hour started to grow into a third.

Springtrap stirred, turning his full attention to her for the first time, his brow furrowed in a nasty grimace. She winced. She hadn't meant to break the silence, but it was too late now. He took a few steps towards her, studying her with that look on his face- a nonplussed and bedeviled look that confused her, but she found that she wasn't as afraid of him as before. She just didn't have the will anymore. A strange thought found her; death could take her if it wanted to, she was tired of being a toy and a tool. She was living on borrowed time anyways. At least... that's how it felt. She would be dead now if not for the Puppet Master. He had granted her a second chance, but now it seemed that it was all for nothing. Worse... what if she was a regretted decision? 

Springtrap seemed to feel similarly hollow and bitter. He took another step and shuddered, his body sinking heavily to the floor. She watched, more with curiosity than anything, her body too tired to move, as he shifted smoothly back into William. It was a strange sight, but she was grateful for the opportunity to have seen it. It was a quick process, over in the blink of an eye. Springtrap was there one moment and then *poof*, he wasn't. 

Springtrap- now William, struggled to find his footing, groaning as he stood and stretched. The look on his face made him look so much older, She noticed, like sleep had eluded him for days. He looked just as defeated as she felt, maybe more.

She threw him a quizzical look as he slid down the wall across from her until he was in a similarly seated position. He looked at her from beneath his eyelids for a long moment.

"Me too." He finally answered her.

She brightened up, but just a little. she couldn't help it. Years of living without human contact had robbed her of a lot of the cautionary sense that other children grew up learning through interaction. Now she was too willing to give another chance and too naive to know any better.  

"To see Vincent?"

His face twisted in disgust. "Wha...? Oh." His features softened. "Yeah," he mumbled, "to see Vincent..."

He fell silent again and she wondered if she shouldn't have mentioned him. William didn't seem too keen of the conversation so maybe it wasn't her place. She studied him carefully, trying to understand why he was the way he was. He seemed so defenseless right now; different from his usual aggression, so... she frowned, trying to think of a word. So... harmless. It was hard to believe that he had been a monster only moments ago. If she hadn't experienced his wrath firsthand she could almost believe that he was a normal guy and not a creep. 

I can't let my guard down... She reminded herself, he's dangerous. 

"Why do you turn into Springtrap?" She queried. She had a million questions, and they weren't going anywhere, so she might as well get a few answers.