Now the thing is, the Puppet and Springtrap didn't like talking about their background...and they didn't want others talking about it. Including me and the withered robots. After Bonnies ungodly use of language, there was a very long, very awkward silence that lasted a good hot minute. During that minute, you could hear Springtraps low growl that came from his suit.
Freddy decided to break the silence. "How...how long were you there..?" "Since you gave her those posters..." Marionette managed to say that softly but a sense of danger was in her voice.
I looked at all the five posters that were in my hand and back up at them. Marionette grabbed all the posters from me and went away with them. Instinctively, I followed her and saw her putting them all back onto the wall, where they were before. She stared at them for a long time before I went up to her and asked if she was ok. She stared at me with her wide, creepy smile and her sad looking eyes glowed white. She put her face close to mine, whispered, "No." and went to the prize corner where she stayed for the rest of the night.
I looked back up at the posters and saw one I hadn't noticed before. A young girl with long black hair and tanned skin was printed on the paper. The name Charlie was stamped next to her age and photo. She was eleven years old and I immediately assumed it was the Puppets poster. Next to hers, was mine. It was a photo of me on my thirteenth birthday, just a month before I went "missing." The words "Presumed Dead" were printed under every poster, including mine. I ripped it of the wall and went to the kitchen to throw it away, knowing I was very much alive. On the walk to the kitchen, I looked at my reflection through a window, just to be sure they hadn't stuffed me into a fuzzy bear suit while I was sleeping. Unsurprisingly, they hadn't.
I was leaving the kitchen after discarding my photo when I ran into Springtrap. "What are you doing?" "Nothing, just throwing away my poster. People think I'm dead. And I'm pretty sure I'm not dead." He laughed for a while before pushing past me and pulling my poster out of the bin. He stared at it and I saw a look in his eyes. A look I've seen before. It was the same look he gave me when he pulled out a knife on me the day he took me from my family. The same look he gave me when he tried to hurt me before. The same look he gave us when I found out the truth about him. About who he really was and what he had done.
His eyes wouldn't leave my picture, even when I asked him if he was alright. I went to find Bonnie, who seemed to be able to deal with Springtrap better than most of the others were. I don't think Springtrap noticed me leave the kitchen and he didn't notice me and Bonnie walk in to check on him. This time, he was leaning over the counter, staring at a thin, but sharp, knife. His eyes seemed to glow when he saw us stand there, Bonnie standing slightly ahead of me, his one hand shielding me and his nub with open wires laid by his side. The bulbs in his exposed endoskeleton flickered from white to red. "Why are you staring at that."
He didn't answer and kept staring at that knife, his smile growing wider the more we looked at him. He just stood up, and waved the knife around as he spoke. "You know, I don't regret what I did. Hell, I'd probably do it again if I could! I mean, nothing would be able to stop me from doing it right now" Did he mean me? He couldn't have meant me, I thought. I didn't say anything, but Bonnie did. "We would stop you. Goldie wouldn't let you do what you did again. She would kill you all over again."
Springtrap seemed to get angry and slammed the knife onto the counter, which made me jump a bit. He came face to face with Bonnie, grabbed the mouth of his suit, and pulled it up, revealing a horrid looking corpse underneath. I let out a scream at the sight of it and turned around, covering my mouth to try stop myself from throwing up. I felt something grab the collar of my dress and pull me backwards. It was Springtrap. Surprise, surprise.
"What are you doing?! Get off of me you siko!" My yelling did nothing but make him cover my mouth with one hand and hold the knife with the other. Bonnie just stood still and said nothing. I looked up to the clock and saw it was just past 6AM. Mumbled screams left my mouth when I saw all the animatronics pass the kitchen to go to the showstage and back room. We had to go to, before the workers or children came, but no one would be able to help me.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the back room, laughing and carrying his knife with him. He pushed me inside and locked the door behind him. I stumbled a bit but caught my balance and backed into a corner, as far away from him as possible. "Who's going to help ya now...haha. This is going to be...fun, right?" I didn't answer. I just held my head in my hands and cried. I was scared for my life. He growled and kicked one of the robots out of anger. I wasn't sure which one.
I slumped down in the corner and covered my head with my arms. He laughed at me. "Why are you doing this?! Let me out, please!" He grabbed my foot and dragged me closer to him. I tried to kick him off but it was no use against a 6ft heavy, metal robot-corpse. His giant hands covered half my face, leaving only one eye visible. "This is the easy part. Its hiding your body that will be difficult...but I'm sure we'll figure it out..." He plunged the knife into my cheek twice before I kicked him where his crotch used to be and pulled myself away. I touched my cheek which was pumping with blood and let out a piercing scream.
"Bonnie, Freddy, please, please wake up!" I shook them but nothing happened. I crawled over to Foxy and Chica and shook them too. "Please! You need to help me, he will kill me! Get up!" Still, nothing. I turned to Springtrap, who was laughing hysterically, his knife dripping with blood. I ran to the door and banged on it and screamed for help. My pleads were drowned out by the sounds of over-exited children. "Please, someone help me! Please..."
"No one can hear you back here, my dear... You can be part of out family now! How lovely is that?" I looked at the pools of blood on the floor and back up at him. "I don't want to die..." He slowly bent down to we were face level with each other. I was looking down at the floor so he lifted up my chin and wiped my ears away with his cold hands. He placed his hand on my bloody face and said, "Don't worry, it will be over soon..." He stabbed his knife into my chest and stomach, and then it went black.
I woke up, but I'm not me. I can't breath. Its cold and dark. No one can hear my screams and cries for help. I am in so much pain. I want to go home. I looked up. Someone with a painted face came up to me. "We will get him. He is going to pay for what he did to you....for what he did to us..."
So far, this is the end of the story hehe. I may make a second story, but until then this is it. if you've gotten this far, thank you :) I hope you liked it!
