Springtrap POV
It was morning. I activated to see that Springbonnie was gone. She must have returned to the convention. Good. Now I can finally be alone like I'm meant to be. I used to be accompanied by the spirits of those brats. But ever since they were freed by the old guard, I haven't heard from them. I sighed as I stood up. I looked at the alley I was in. I felt regret as I stared. I wish I had never started Fazbear's. I wish I had never killed them. I wish I had never put the suit on. I walked over to the end of the alleyway. It was pitch black. As I walked, I remembered my time in Fazbear's Fright. When I met the phantoms, when I had finally been found and taken out of that room. When I could finally move again. I wished I had never crossed the path that I did. I was still thinking when I heard a voice. "And just who are you?" I turned to see two gangsters approaching me. "Yeah, this is our spot!" The other guy said. Seriously? These guys hang out in an old alley? Whatever. I turned to face them completely and they took a step back as they saw e leave the shadows. "Hey, lose the cosplay and scram!" The first one said. I decided to have a little fun. I leaned over until I was at their eye level. "This ain't no cosplay." He looked completely unfazed. "Pfft, Puhleaze. You really expect me to believe there's a corpse inside that suit? And that you're really alive?" I smirked. "Yes." I quickly bent over, opened my mask, and let out a ghastly scream. They both ran away with brown lumps in the back of their pants. I gently chuckled at their fear. I then sat down, content with myself
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Springtrap x FNiA Harem 😏
FanfictionAfter William Afton was mangled to death by his very own creation, his spirit found new life within the springlock suit. He is relocated and is placed in a facility filled with twisted ripoffs of his work.
