Just a Robot 4 (Fnaf World)

Chapter 12: A Sunny Day At The Lake

Springtrap's P.O.V

"Perhaps you should control yourself from encouraging others to ask questions they shouldn't be asking," said Fredbear. "Is that a problem?" I asked crossing my arms. "For me it is," he responded. "They can't know the terrors of what this place holds, or the slightest hint can lead them to discover why you're here." "Shouldn't they have the right to know somethings that you've kept hidden from them?" I asked. "Why do you suddenly have the interest to let them to know whats really going on?" asked Fredbear. "I don't. I still prefer them to not know what I was before these events unfolded because of me. Regardless. Sooner or later they're going to find out before you and I have the chance to expose the truth to them," I responded. "And one way is either going to give them the wrong idea, or both will be the cause of them to question everything they knew about Me. Even you." "I rather not get them involved. They've been through a lot already," said Fredbear. "This brings me to a thought, who are they really? I know they're the animatronics my father created, but how are they here?" I asked. "That is something that will make you question the configuration of how this world works and revolves around the real world," said Fredbear. "Why the #$%& do you refuse to answer any question I ask!? When I knew you, the thing that you gave off is that you were a quiet person, now you act like you're a father to everyone here!" I exclaimed. "What you are is a false god that abides ways that tear you and the people you know further away from you, rather then attracting them towards you! Just like my father!" He took a deep sigh of breathe as he stared at the blank empty ground that showed nothing but the reflection of his errors that only he could see truly. But that was only me guessing. It wasn't a fact, it was an assumption. "Springtrap, there is so much that I wish to tell about this world that has been created because of the one act that started it all. The change that created a monster that would create something more bigger than a child's nightmare," he said. "That nightmare happening in reality. And in you." "So then explain what the #$%& is going on," I demanded. "What if I told you the animatronics actually had proper lives. And by that I mean they had actual feelings, thoughts, and life. Even without the spirits of the children," he said. I widened my eyes to show I was interested in what he was saying; this was news to me. "Explain." "The animatronics here have life's, they always had one. When you released those child's souls and destroyed those suits, you didn't just release the victims souls. You released the souls of the animatronic of the suits," he said. "You killed the animatronics." "B-But. That isn't logical! How could they have life's? It's comprehensible for Funtime Freddy and the others to be functioning, but the originals..." I said in shock. "My dad... Did he... give them life?" "To my knowledge, no. But the one responsible still remains hidden for the moment," responded Fredbear. "So I'm the reason why all the animatronics are trapped in this place. But how come the Mangle here doesn't remember me? Why isn't the real Mangle here?" I asked. "This Mangle is the real Mangle. This real Mangle you know is a new replaced version of her that was created in an effort to recreate what the original was," he explained. "My time spent with you is overdue, you should hurry and regroup with the others before they wonder what the delay is with you." "So when will you tell me everything about this place?" I asked. "When I have the time. And right now, my time withholding all the information I can give you is drawn back once again," he said as he was changing back into his form, while the surroundings were changing back to what it was previously. "Before I go, I must let you know the lake here is filled with all forms of danger. Including the ones that look like sea monsters," he said walking away. "Wait! What about the clock!?" I exclaimed at him. He stopped to turn around for a second to answer me, getting ready to answer me. "Your objective for the clock is at it's resting point at the moment. Be thankful you're offered rest for the task. And knowing you, you would much desire a break from it," he responded. He turned around as he continued walking and disappeared into the forest, leaving me to process all the information he shared with me. "Thank god for that. Though what hasn't he told me yet that is as important to what he just told me?" I asked myself. "What else do I not know about how me becoming Purple Guy has affected this world around me?"

"Hey, it's Springy! He's not beaten up by grandpa Fredbear!" said Springbonnie. "Even though I got used to that nickname, don't call me that still," I said. "You've been called that before?" asked Bonnie. "Yeah. By a... close friend you could say," responded. "What took so long? We've been waiting for about five minutes," demanded Mangle. "I'm guessing that affected you, judging by the tone in your response," I responded. "The more we delay and stand around, the more time it gives the enemy to strengthen their arrival of us!" exclaimed Mangle. "I mean, it is a sunny day at the lake," said Springbonnie looking up at the sky. "Oh yeah! Did I forget to mention there's sea creatures that roam this lake now?" asked Springbonnie. "I was going to mention that, but the only thing I can say now is Fredbear told us to be prudent of what lurks in this lake," I said. "Just follow me," said Mangle covering her face with her left hand in disappointment. "So I'm guessing we found a boat?" I asked Springbonnie. "Yep! Had to pay to rent it through," she responded. "What? Pay who?" I asked. "DeeDee of course. Who else pays someone to rent their boat just because they can't fish," said Bonnie chiming in on our conversation. "Money is never the intent of a true killer, only the desire to see blood drip and the sound of death can fill your happiness," I said as my eyes turned purple. "Hey, you good?" asked Bonnie. "Yeah. Just my glitch, that's all," I responded. "Just make sure not to scare DeeDee with your glitch; she's someone who's super sensitive," said Mangle. 'I doubt I can sustain my urge to let Purple Guy out,' I thought. 'And if I know what I'm dealing with, I'm not good with kids. Kids that can't grow up.'