Just a Robot 4 (Fnaf World)

Chapter 1: Welcome To Hell

Springtrap's P.O.V

"Hey! He's waking up!" 

The slightest faint of someone's voice was clear to me, even if it was subtle. Though it sounding southern also grasped my attention. And the blurry vision some what supported that observation.

"Are you sure he's dangerous? We don't know where he came from. He could be like... you know?" 

"Bonnie, we'll know when he's fully awake."

"Bonnie?" I thought. As I was able to fully make out who was talking, I was able to see there were two animatronics hovering above me: one was Mangle, and the other Bonnie. 

"If he's a threat, I'll smash his head with my guitar," said Bonnie holding it up above him. "That's if he's a threat. We don't know where he came from but it's possible he's not like the others that got corrupted," said Mangle. "Mangle?" I asked aloud recognizing her voice, while still trying to recover from my slumber. "He knows you! I got it!" said Bonnie raising up his guitar in the air. "Bonnie wait!" pleaded Mangle. But her warning wasn't fast enough to stop his guitar from hitting my head. "Never mind," she said. Around my head I could see birds, just like in the classic cartoons. I just assumed the blow affected my mind for a moment. Besides, I grew up watching those cartoons, a shame my childhood is the only thing that was memorable before I was human. "What the $#%& was that for!" I exclaimed. I stopped to the realization that I couldn't cuss; at least out loud. 'That's #$&%#$& great,' I thought. "I can't even cuss aloud or in my thoughts! What the #$&% is this!?" "I think I should hit him again," said Bonnie. "That isn't necessary. I'll trying talking to him," said Mangle as she turned to me. "Apparently you know me, so let me ask you who are you?" said Mangle. "How do you not remember me!? I'm Springtrap!" I exclaimed. She looked at me as if I was crazy, and how I was acting was only supporting her claim. "Yeah, I don't know you." "Why are you here?" I asked looking at Bonnie. "What I do?" he asked. "You were destroyed when RXQ took your body! You shouldn't be here!" I exclaimed. "Wait a minute, how am I here? What is this! Where's Freddy and the others!? How am I alive?!" "I think I'm considering smashing my guitar on his head again," whispered Bonnie to Mangle. "I'm not that retarded!" I exclaimed turning around to face him. "At least that's one word I'm allowed to say." "Alright! I need a proper answer already. How do you know us?" asked Mangle. "I've known you since I found you at the first location, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. And my father created you Bonnie," I explained as I held out my hands to look at them, knowing he was the reason why I was like this. "The one who caused me to become this." "I hate to break it to you but we've never seen each other," responded Mangle. "Yeah, and the only 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' I know is Freddy Fazbear," said Bonnie. "Alright, whatever! Where am I exactly?" I asked. "Well right now we're near animatronic village... or whatever it's called," said Bonnie. "We haven't fully established on what to call our place we all stay at for the moment, but we call it home," said Mangle. I took a moment to look around; it was honestly beautiful, more beautiful then Utah. Yet I felt a faint feeling that seem to scream only horrors behind my knowledge. Something was wrong about this place, it felt too real. Like a dream. In fact I hadn't even noticed Bonnie's and Mangle's appearance. This Bonnie seemed to have a more darker blue tone to his suit and he looked more adventurous to say the least. This Mangle was broken and in pieces, yet she coincidentally still had two feet to move around and stand. Not only that but the second head on this Mangle was moving around, even though the second head on the Mangle I knew was broken. "So, what happened to you?" I asked her. "Oh this? I was made to be like this. Sure this makes me look like a mess, but I've learned to accept it," she responded noticing I was referring to her appearance. "Even that head?" I asked. She turned to look at it, as the head turned to face me. Almost seeming offended. "Well, that is something I've learned to get used to," she responded. "Though I could say the same for you." I looked at myself noticing my appearance. I looked a little different as well, but I was still me. I had the same atheistic as Bonnie and Mangle; it seemed to be reoccurring theme. "Ok, I know I look like #$%& but that's not my primary focus. I need to leave this place, I don't even know how I got here?" I said. "There's so much wrong here." "As much as I don't understand what you're referring to, we have our own objective now because of you," said Mangle. "Am I problem?" I asked getting up in her face. "I will obligate you to tend the position of all the kids that went missing. Just as a necessary replacement." My eyes were turning purple, almost like Purple Guy. "No! Not now, that thing to keep me from acting angry like Purple Guy is wearing off," I muttered backing up from Mangle. My eyes were turning back to normal, but that only showed the Purple Guy in me would soon return, and maybe next time take advantage of me. "What's wrong with him?" asked Bonnie. "I'm not sure. This isn't anything I've seen before," she said to him. "Alright. What's your name?" "Mic-Springtrap. It's Springtrap," I responded. I didn't want to share my previous name with these two; they were strangers to me. Though that would change when I get to know them. That's if I choose to. "Ok, Springtrap. We need to head back to our town to see if Fredbear can help you," she said. "Fredbear," I said repeating his name. "You know him?" she asked. "You could say that," I responded. "Well then maybe there's hope for you," she said walking away. "Hey just saying fella, if you try any funny business I'll be forced to hit you with my guitar again," he threatened. "God I hate you more now because of your southern accent," I said walking away and ignoring him. "Is that bad?" he asked following behind me. "This place feels like #$%&," I said to myself. "I hate this place already!"