Absolution (A Fnaf story, Book Two)

Chapter 3. Into The Night.

"...Hey..."

"...Hey!"

"Hey dingus, wake up!"

He felt something hit his head as he woke up. He sat up, almost forgetting where he was until he saw the darkness. He could've sworn he had heard a voice. He looked around, and jumped when he saw it. Two white eyes, and a thin frown. Whoever they belonged to had a white bowtie as well. They were sitting on the opposite side of the room. "Wh-who are you?" He asked, his voice scratchy and broken. "Shadow Bonnie. Nickname is Shanie (Shawn-knee)," she said. "Shanie?" "It has the 'Sha' from shadow, and the 'nie' from Bonnie. Shanie," Shanie says.

"Do you..do you know who I am?" He asks. "You don't remember who you are?" Shanie asks. "No.. I don't remember anything. I... can't," he says. "Hmm... Well, let's just call you 'Springtrap'. How's that?" Shadow Bonnie suggests. Springtrap. He thought for a moment. It sounded nice. He would take it. "Uh, sure," Springtrap says. "Alright, cool," Shanie stands up. "W-wait, are you leaving?" Springtrap asks. "Yeah? I have places to be," Shanie retorts. "Where? How did you get in? Can you... can you let me out?" "Where? None of your business. How? None of your business. Can I? Yes, but I don't feel like it," Shadow Bonnie says. She begins to walks past him.

"No, please! Wait! D-don't leave me here!" Springtrap pleads. He tries to grab hold of her ankle, but can't; his hand fades right through. "Wh-what the?" Springtrap mutters. He stands up just as her dark figure walks through the wall. "No, please! Shanie! Help me! S-some one! Let me out!" Springtrap began to bang on the door, screaming and pleading. Shanie heard, but she did not care. "No! No no no! This... this isn't even possible! People can't walk through walls!" Springtrap yells, frustrated.

He takes a few steps backwards and falls over. He hears the clanking of the lantern falling over. He picks it, gets the lighter, and lights it. He stood up to do this, obviously, because the lighter was on the table, dummy. Springtrap notices the objects on the table and decides to take a closer inspection. He picks up the watch and sees it is 5:45 am, Monday ,May 19th, 1997. At least I can know what the date is. But he felt like something was off. He could've sworn it was 1990. But, he shrugged it off and looked at the old flip phone. He doubted that he would be able to call anyone. He had a bad feeling this room's service sucked.

Then he saw the picture. He picked it up and looked at it. There was a man in a salmon coloured button up shirt and a red tie, standing up next to a lady Springtrap assumed was his wife. They both had light brown hair, and so did their children. The man was holding one in his arms, her body against his hip. The mother was the same with a little boy. The two kids almost looked like twins. They all looked so happy. Springtrap felt as if he should know these people, but he didn't.

They were standing front of a building. It was halfway in view, the other half taken up by a scary looking tree. The word visible on the sign of the building was 'Fredbear's'. Springtrap also felt as if he should know what that was. He tried to remember anything, something, but he couldn't, no matter how hard he tried.

He set the picture back down. He liked to look at it, but only because he could see the outside world in it. He desperately wished he could leave. He turned back to the door and banged on it some more, but to no avail. Then Springtrap sat down, hopeless. "I'm never going to leave." He laid on his side, and stared into the darkness. What is he supposed to do?