SPRING FLOWERS

3

everything was dark again, but just barely, the moon illuminated Springtrap's new surroundings.
It was early in the morning; around three. McCarthy and Zachary finally managed to drag him inside of the apartment. They took their time to move around some items and make a small space for him to lean over. He listened and watched their struggles.
He didn't pay too much attention to the rooms he was dragged through and their contents.. instead, he was checking for other people he'd have to snuff out.
Nobody.
He was right, Rose really was alone. No children, no husband, nothing. He even checked her hands when she was observing him again and getting him 'snug' in the miserable attempt at a workroom.
not even a wedding ring.
it was pitiful to see such a nice woman have nobody. but he'd make sure her death was quick and painless; like a pity kill. that should be kind, right?

"hmmm." he groaned out and glanced around the area, scanning for anything interesting.

it was supposed to be a spare bedroom. But shelves upon shelves littered the room, stacked with strange items that he couldn't see the details of until he got closer. He could make out familiar parts and tools that he's used before, though. She must've been into robotics like him. Of course she was. Boxes were stacked tightly against the corner of the room, with a dusty sheet failing to hide them. They were probably secrets that he had no time to snoop in. A desk -that was way too wide to be a normal one- was just as messy as the rest of the area with all of the tools thrown onto it.
This was truly a mini workroom.

He wanted to get up and explore more...
but right now, he was stuck with ropes on his hands and feet.

He squirmed and grunted while he pushed himself to try breaking free. it hurt with the springs tightening from the violent movement.. making him almost cry out in pain.
The children watched him fail miserably.

"Fuck!" he was trying not to yell. "Can't one of you freaks help me!? stop staring!"

They didn't care. The spirits giggled and went their separate ways, flying through the walls or the floor. They were following Gabriel's mumbled order in running away and ignoring Spring.
He growled, clenching his fists and watching them vanish right before his eyes.

the only child who stayed was the same, country sounding, curly haired girl from before:
Susie.

'now that's rude.' she shook her head and crossed her arms, looking extremely annoyed. 'stop your profanity.'

He scoffed."what are you, my mother? help me get up so we can escape here."

'i don't want you to do any more killing. We don't even need to kill to escape.'

"killing? what?" he nervously laughed, "Who said I was gonna do tha-"

'I've known you for 30 years, Will.'
The name made him glare at her.

"...alright. no killing."

he was going to do it anyway... she'd move on. she always did.

Susie smiled. Quickly, she hovered over to his legs and untied the knots keeping his feet together. Then she went for his hands after he held them out impatiently.

'there, you should be able to explore.'

he nodded. "yeah. you can run along and play with the others now."

She quickly twirled and headed right for the ceiling, phasing through it and vanishing with distant giggles only he could hear.

. . .

Creeeeak!

Finally. After all of that waiting... all of the slow, dragged out struggles... now was his chance for his kill. 
It was almost six in the morning now. Time went so fast... but he was sure he'd be quicker than time. Rose was sleeping on her side, snoring quietly as her cheek was squished against the pillow. 

The moment Springtrap saw her, his eyes glowed brightly. They were basically flashlights... where was that feature when he needed it? He felt himself creeping closer. slowly, just slowly, he grew nearer to his precious prey: little McCarthy. She was at her weakest point, and now here he stood, directly above her and his stare illuminating her soft skin.
How delightful~

His strength was amplified due to his metal suit, so it would be all too easy to break her adorable little neck. Gently, he moved his hand to reach her throat, starting out with a light squeeze. She groaned and mumbled in her sleep from the small disturbance.

He chuckled. She was so interesting to him... but he needed to do what must be done.
He'd miss the times of chasing her around the Fazbear's fright hallways, getting painfully tazed by the horrified mechanic, and hearing her chat her head off throughout the whole building. It was the most fun he had in years.

He leaned down closer as he put his other rough, gritty hand around the side of her head. He gently brushed her hair back for a better grip. She was much smaller compared to his suit.

"Quick and painless." he sighed.

His grip tightened as he forcefully yanked her upwards by her neck. Rose immediately woke up, gagging and choking out. Right before he could jerk her head into a 180, her fist immediately met with his jaw.

WHAM!!!

He screamed out in agony, dropping her onto the bed and grabbing onto his face. The springs dug even deeper inside of him from the impact. Spring stumbled backwards and slammed into the wall, growling and groaning from the spring-locks tearing apart the bottom of his face. 

Rose didn't hesitate to hop over to her bedside. She picked up the infamous, yellow tazer that was as large as a real gun. He heard the loud buzzing noise when she turned it on and pointed, ready to fire at any second. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear... and fell the tears of a traumatized woman.

He stared up at her, almost wanting to get up and throw her across the room. But the pain was unbearable... it was agony. The tazer would only worsen it.

"O-One move and you're dead!" she stuttered out, her finger on the trigger.

His eyes were wide and his ear perked up quickly. The pain in his mouth and the fear of the tazer didn't allow him to speak at first...
He gurgled from a metal spring stabbing into his throat.

'Great, dumbass, now she'll think you're a zombie.' he griped at himself.

She shivered from hearing his gurgles and now seeing the damage she caused make the body ooze from the cracks of the neck. She didn't expect a thirty year old corpse to still have blood... it might not even be blood, but the body itself. She didn't know how deterioration worked.

She gagged and lowered the tazer slightly. This was his chance. He fought through the pain to lunge at her and yank the weapon from her hand. Her screams were immediately hushed by his other hand... now, she was choking over the smell. The punch made his smell even more unbearable.

He needed to kill her now, and do it quickly. "ROSE." he snarled. "JUST WORK WITH ME-"

Rose looked up in surprise. She kicked at his kneecap, and his crotch area. Again, he fell back screaming. The springs were more audible now, creaking loudly. She now knew what got him to stay away from her. He could see it in her when she positioned herself into a nervous boxing stance.
He thought she was weak... it turns out, she was a pretty tough victim.

Springtrap didn't want this. He wanted this to be quick. He wanted her to die painlessly. But she was putting up too much of a fight, and his anger building up made him want to torment her. He needed a moment to recollect himself.

"Please-" he groaned out. "stAY STILL-!"

he was electrocuted. She already fired at him at full power. His twitched and trembled, yelling out until his lungs were too agonizing.
he'd never felt the tazer shock him so badly.

his vision dulled to blackness.