"UGH!! I'm sick of the same crap!" Springtrap yells at no one in particular. "it's the same thing, over and over, I'm DONE" he shouts, Phantom Freddy growing concerned with Springtrap's manic behavior. Springtrap sighed. "I'm going for a walk." he said over his shoulder as he gabbed his sentient axe, Tracy, and walked out of the attraction. "it's nice to get some fresh air, isn't it?" she chimed. Springtrap sighed and nodded, taking a deep breath as his annoyance left his mind. He hiked up to the hills and into the woods as dark clouds rolled in. "maybe we should head back." Tracy said, not wanting to get wet. "yeah, let's go." Springtrap agreed and turned to head back when he was suddenly at the doorstep of an old, abandon house. "what the hell?" he muttered. A loud crash of thunder startled them both and Springtrap leapt at the door and pushed it open. He coughed as dust and cobwebs flew up into his face. He looked up into the dark house, only to be met with nothing but old, ruined furniture and a rickety staircase. It was a small inside, only maybe 20 feet across. Rain started to pour. "should we just stay here until the rain stops?" he asked. "I... Guess." Tracy responded, her voice unsure if it was a good idea, but she hated getting wet. The floor boards creaked under his feet as he walked. He looked up the stairs and decided to risk it. He gently played his foot down on the steps as he went up. He reached the top step and saw a desk, a window above the desk, a chair and radio, and.... A thing. "what is that?" The sentient axe spoke. "I have no idea." it looked like an evil smile with a bronze lever. "that's odd... Everything else is dusty, but the lever is... New." Springtrap stated. Another bold of lightning lit up the sky, distorting shadows into creepy faces and claw-like hands. "I have a bad feeling about this. We should leave! I don't care if I get wet, lets just go!" Tracy pleaded. "it's just an old house and a storm. We're okay." he reassured her. "say, Pal," an old, raspy voice came from being them. Springtrap whipped around to find no one. He equipped Tracy. "who said that?!" he shouted. Nothing. No answer, nobody. "you seem to be having a bit of trouble!" that same voice.. Came from the radio? Springtrap walked over to it and picked it and inspected it.
-"must be a glitch."
-"it's not plugged in."
-"does this house have electricity?"
"I can make your past disappear." The radio said. "what is this? A joke?!" Springtrap shouted. "No joke. Just promise." it said. Springtrap thought for a moment. "You can have your life back. You wife, you job... Your kids. You daughter." Springtrap let out a small gasp at that. It sounded... Amazing. No guilt... No hate... No bad looks from others... None of it. "see that lever over there? Throw it." he turned to look at the machine. His eyes dilated as the voice ushered him to throw the switch. "Springtrap?" Tracy intervened. "Springtrap, can you hear me? Springtrap?!" his pupils shrunk back to they're normal size just as his hand touched the lever. "DO IT!" The radio shouted, startling Springtrap and causing him the push The lever. The machine started up. He backed away a little as the radio started laughing hysterically. Two dark, shadow hand came up from the floor and grabbed Springtrap's legs, dragging him down. Springtrap screamed as the voice laughed as Springtrap, even his axe, was dragged down to The Constant.
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A bird flew by, landing next to the unconscious rabbit. It flew off as a figure stood over the body.
"say, Pal. You don't look so good... You better find something to eat before night comes."
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A Different Style: Springtrap In The Constant
General FictionSpringtrap, being board of his life at the attraction, went out for a nice, long walk in the woods until he comes across an old, abandoned cabin. He goes inside out of curiosity.... Let's just say, the Phantoms haven't seen him since.
