Disgust - A FNaF Springtrap Fanfic

.: Disgust :.

Disgust.

His thoughts, his looks, his stench, the way he died, it was all disgusting- although... pain... pain was the only thing he really knew.

The fur of his new prison, the gold bunny suit, used to be a lovely yellow colour, it was the softest thing to touch and the character influenced the minds of small children in a good way. Everyone loved it, not as much as the bear, but it was still an idol to most children.

Now, it's lovely fur is matted and green with dried, crusty blood staining all over. Mould grew in all the crevasses to give the suit a distinct musky smell that couldn't compare to the rotten flesh of the dead man inside of it. The suit became tattered and torn all over, holes helping to let out the repulsive odour.

The haunted suit wanders through the halls every hour of the day. His movements slow, almost like he drags himself through each room. Each limping step he takes creates a gurgling sound, and whenever he turns a corner, a disgusting squelch erupts from him as all the rotting flesh and mould mash together.

His name is Springtrap, as that's what caused him to die.

But it wasn't like he didn't deserve it.

One day, as Springtrap staggered through the hallway, he noticed a red flashing light on one of the security cameras in the corner of his eye. He looked up at the new slick, white piece of technology and tilted his head. No one had been in the horror attraction for years, apart from a man he spied on who recently installed the cameras. The shiny piece of metal was out of place in the dark, green and yellow pizzeria, and Springtrap noticed it zoom in and focus on his suit.

Someone else was in the building... Springtrap needed to investigate, so he started dragging himself across the pizzeria.

"What... is that?"

The security guard stared deep into the computer monitor in front of him, trying to make out what on earth the moving figure was in the camera. He didn't think someone else was in the building- but, the figure didn't look human at all! It was just a green, blurry mess of pixels. The figure stopped and looked into the camera. Mike, the new security guard, zoomed in on the figure, but still couldn't make out what exactly it was. Suddenly the thing turned it's head and started slowly limping its way across the camera, out of its field of view. Mike switched to the next camera and watched it drag itself across that one too. He kept watching the figure until he heard a distant sound... it sounded like metal scraping across the tiles.

Mike felt the hair on the back of his neck raise as an unnerving gurgling sound erupted from the darness. The scraping metal was getting increasingly close, but a sudden groan of pain made the man jump out of his seat and look through the giant window in front of him.

There was nothing.

As the sounds kept getting louder, Mike felt his heart beating faster and his breathing became small, sharp breaths. He grabbed the closest object to him. Conveniently, it was a long, black crowbar. He held it close to his chest and watched the window in intense fear.

The sounds became more detailed, it wasn't just metal and gurgling, but squelches and murmurs, along with a small grinding noise mixed with the tearing of flesh. Mike turned to the monitor again, checking the camera that was closest to his office. The mysterious figure was passing the giant window located in front of him. The security guard heard all sound cease, he stopped breathing and slowly looked up to be met with the gaze of a monster staring straight back at him with cold, dead eyes.

Mike couldn't move, he couldn't do anything. He was paralysed in fear. Springtrap stopped and kept glaring in at the hyperventilating security guard.

Suddenly, the suit spoke;

"Wh-wh-what are you doing in-in there-re-re." He stuttered, his voice a metallic, deep growl.

Mike stayed perfectly still, perfectly silent, nothing was compelling him to do anything. Springtrap groaned in pain as he held his tattered, crusty arm. His red-purple dead flesh was being torn once again by the springlocks. The disgusting sound of the suit groaning, the smell that was seeping into the office, the gory, bloody sight of Springtrap was all too much for the poor security guard. He tried to hold it in, but he couldn't. His weak arms dropped the crowbar as he fell off his seat and threw up onto the dirty, mouldy floor. The suit inspected the new damage done to his arm, the flesh that previously connected the metal to the fur had been ripped away and was dangling in a revolting manner, the fur fell to the floor, revealing the inside of his upper arm in full detail.

Springtrap sighed at the extra loss, then looked back to the security guard, who was on the floor, lying in his own vomit. The man was as white as a sheet, and Springtrap knew why. He was disgusted in his form too and hated himself for ever doing what he did in the first place.

Apart from the pain, the suit also felt a little sympathy. If the guard woke up, he would never be able to sleep again, he'd be so paranoid. Springtrap had ruined his mind, his sanity, his grip on reality. So... he needed to help him.

The suit dragged himself to the entrance of the office, leaning up against the wall for extra support. Once he turned the corner, he tripped and fell on a plastic, blue animatronic arm. He felt one of legs snap and release from his torso. Springtrap growled at this extra work, it took him a solid five minutes to sit up, and an extra ten to reconnect his rotting leg back into its socket.

"Holy sh-shit..." A weak voice spoke from behind him. Mike had woken up.

This made Springtrap's job harder.

Suddenly, Springtrap, with full force, smashed the guard's head into the tiles. The sound of skull shattering echoed throughout the building, the fresh blood spewed and splattered all over the animatronic, who wheezed in pain once again, not because of the physical pain, but from the pain of having to end Mike's life in the way that he did. Springtrap lifted the man's head. It was completely flat, one of his eyes had exploded, the other dangling from its socket, his nose completely broken, teeth and jaw shattered. Blood poured everywhere, and brain tissue started seeping out.

Springtrap, even though he was the embodiment of gore, felt sick somehow. Maybe it was the sight, or maybe because the man was alive as his head was smashed in. He slowly stood up and turned to the door. The suit started dragging his metal foot across the tiles, limping in pain as he made his way out of the office. Halfway across the hallway, he smashed his head against the wall. Blood and tears started forming in his eyes, he wanted to end. He couldn't stand his life, the pain he was going through every second of the day was becoming too overwhelming.

The animatronic slammed his fist onto the wall, dust flew and mould spores sprayed everywhere. Suddenly, he felt his springlocks activating again. He roared in pain as he felt his flesh being ripped and torn apart. The animatronic screeched and cursed in agony but was interrupted as he started to regurgitate something red-purple with dead, blue veins streaming through it. He coughed as the rotting human flesh kept coming out in a lump. He stood there for ten minutes, vomiting this repulsive substance that used to be his own body. Suddenly it all stopped, the lump of dead flesh splattered onto the ground. Springtrap stood there, looking at his former body in front of him, rotten, being taken over by bacteria and mould. He fell to his knees, then crumbled down onto his side. He crawled into the fetal position and started howling in sorrow. He was no longer part human, only a monster.