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You woke up to the sound of doctors and nurses moving near by, checking monitors, adjusting your sac of blood they were giving you, and talking with Springtrap. Springtrap. You opened your eyes to see that that the animatronic was somehow talking to the doctors and nurses calmly, his presence trying not to be too threatening. You were on a bed, a not very comfortable one, and you realized that you were in the hospital. Springtrap must have picked you up and brought you here. You wondered why none of your family was here, but then thought it didn’t matter anyway. And where were all the phantoms? Sure this wasn’t Fazbear’s Fright: The Horror Attraction, but wouldn’t want to see you in the hospital to torment Springtrap? You tried to get off of the bed but your stomach hurt so bad that you flopped right back on again. Great, I’m gonna be stuck on this bed for awhile, you thought. You decided to look around at your surroundings. Still no sign of anyone you or Springtrap knew except obviously yourselves. The room was filled with doctors and nurses, but none of them noticed you had woken up. Maybe that’s a good thing. You observed the room carefully until finally Springtrap noticed you had woken up and bolted out of his chair, racing to your side. Your vision was a bit fuzzy but you could make out him getting down on one knee to see your face. You squinted your eyes to get a better look at him, and saw concern and relief both on his face. “You woke up,” Springtrap said. You nodded, not really knowing what to say. The doctors and nurses joined him and asked how you were feeling and if you needed anything. You told them your stomach hurt real bad and your vision wasn’t very clear so they left to get some medicine and to help other patients. When they all left you turned back to a nervous Springtrap. “Do you think they’ll come here?” you asked, meaning the phantoms. “Hope not,” Springtrap replied, taking your weak hand in his and lightly kissing you on the cheek. “Well would you just leave her alone?” you heard a familiar voice say and looked up to see all 5 phantoms hovering over you two, the one who spoke was Phantom Freddy. “Please, leave the poor girl alone, before you do something you’ll regret. Your business is with us.” “Yeah, you don’t want to hurt her, do you?” Phantom Chica said, and at the mention of you Springtrap gave a dazed look at them. Please, just leave me alone, you thought as you gave them a sacred look before giving one to Springtrap too. After a few minutes of silence it seemed like the question would linger forever until Freddy broke in saying,” I think it’s time your girlfriend found out the truth, the whole truth. 40 years ago this guy got dressed up in a golden Freddy suit and lured me and 4 other children away and murdered us. We were then stuffed in these suits. Me, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and another one you’ve probably not heard of named Golden Freddy were the first 5 missing children. Then they made better versions of ourselves, the toy versions, and I got a toy version of me: Toy Freddy. I was locked away in the Parts and Services room and used for spare parts. But instead of that just ending our story we were relocated a 3rd time and this is where, he, the murderer, murdered us again, but we got our revenge. He fled into the suit he’s wearing now, Springtrap, and bled almost to death. We were left to be free, except our spirits were still intact so now we haunt you,” you listened to Freddy’s story, and the more he explained, the more horror you felt, until you could barely look at the phantom. “And me too. I was one of the first children as well, along with Freddy, but I was stuffed into the Chica suit. Later on I got a toy version of myself as well: Toy Chica. I was locked in Parts and Services and only used for spare parts as well. Then we got our revenge on the murderer and I saw with my own eyes him flee to the Springtrap suit and almost bleed to death. Afterward my soul was still imprisoned on this Earth so I haunt you now, usually with my good friend Freddy alongside,” Chica then told her story, and this drove you even more crazy, you digging your hand into your blankets as the story went on. “Me as well. I was murdered by the murderer who killed Freddy and Chica and was stuffed into the Foxy suit. But my stories a little different. While I did get a toy version of myself, it was a girl named Mangle. The children loved her, so much that they would pull her apart until she was just scraps of metal. The workers tried to fix her up everyday but it became too tiresome so she ended up being tons of traces of animatronic and used for spare parts just like me. When the murderer fled into the Springtrap suit and almost died my soul was not set free and now I am here haunting you just as much as Freddy and Foxy does,” you were getting annoyed and scared by the replay of basically the same story over and over and over again by the three closest phantoms. You were horrified that they all went through the same fate, and even more creepy, together. “I’m guessing your stories not much different either,” you said, turning to the puppet since he was the oldest animatronic, and the oldest phantom ever. He shook his head, causing you to become confused. “No, my story is much different. I was the first child Springtrap killed, because he killed a total of 11 children. My soul was put into this Marionette costume instead of going to heaven or hell. When I found out that the murderer had killed another 5 children I stuffed them inside the suits in order to get revenge for themselves. I helped the other 5 children make the murderer flee to the Springtrap suit by getting real close, which he was always scared of me most. He eventually did and almost bled to death, but every night he comes alive, and instead of leaving this world, my soul decided to stay with these animatronics and help them torment Springtrap,” the puppet explained, giving a cold stare at Springtrap. From all this new information your head hurt and the room began spinning, it was like it was too much to process all at once. You felt your head grow lighter and your eyes began to droop as you fell back onto the bed, blacking out again.

1 week later

You finally awoke to some loud thumping and a sharp breeze hitting your face. You opened your eyes to see Springtrap race away into the trees, and you saw a glowing orange light in the distance. Springtrap, after a few minutes, finally noticed you had awoken and found a secluded area covered by thick bushes and trees and laid you down gently on the ground. “What happened S-Springtrap?” you asked Springtrap. “The horror at-traction burnt down, and now all th-the pha-ntoms are dead, but I managed to escape,” Springtrap said, and you noticed his voice box must have been broken by how he was talking. “I saved y-you though, and that’s all that matters.” You looked behind you and finally realized that the glowing orange light was the fire, and you thought how it crazy it was that the phantoms were now truly dead. All of them, every last one of them, even the puppet. You liked the sound of that. “Are you sure they’re dead?” you asked. “Positive, they didn’t escape the fire fast enough,” Springtrap confirmed with a loud, confident voice. You smiled, there’s the old Springtrap you knew and loved. The fire starting blowing out as firefighters came to the rescue and was now putting the fire out. It was that easy to escape from it all. No more Freddy, no more Chica, no more no one. You got lower to the ground and yelped with pain, still noticing your stomach wasn’t completely healed yet. You got back up slowly as the forest got much darker and saw the fire finally out. You didn’t know where to go now that you had no job, you would surely lose your house too. But at least you wouldn’t be faced with death any longer. And that was reason enough to be happy. you shivered and slowly etched your way back down to Springtrap, who had his arms out to wrap you around in a slightly warmer embrace, which you gladly took, and you sat in his arms as you laid your back against his chest. “No more phantoms, that means I can be yours forever,” Springtrap said happily, making you chuckle and give a sleepy smile at him, which made him smile and kiss you right on your forehead. You would never have to see those devils again. “Now what?” you asked, looking back up at Springtrap. He smiled at you and got up, picking you up to and carrying you marriage-style back deeper into the forest saying, “We’ll start a new life, a much better, less painful, one.”

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You woke up to the sound of doctors and nurses moving near by, checking monitors, adjusting your sac of blood they were giving you, and talking with Springtrap. Springtrap. You opened your eyes to see that that the animatronic was somehow talking to the doctors and nurses calmly, his presence trying not to be too threatening. You were on a bed, a not very comfortable one, and you realized that you were in the hospital. Springtrap must have picked you up and brought you here. You wondered why none of your family was here, but then thought it didn’t matter anyway. And where were all the phantoms? Sure this wasn’t Fazbear’s Fright: The Horror Attraction, but wouldn’t want to see you in the hospital to torment Springtrap? You tried to get off of the bed but your stomach hurt so bad that you flopped right back on again. Great, I’m gonna be stuck on this bed for awhile, you thought. You decided to look around at your surroundings. Still no sign of anyone you or Springtrap knew except obviously yourselves. The room was filled with doctors and nurses, but none of them noticed you had woken up. Maybe that’s a good thing. You observed the room carefully until finally Springtrap noticed you had woken up and bolted out of his chair, racing to your side. Your vision was a bit fuzzy but you could make out him getting down on one knee to see your face. You squinted your eyes to get a better look at him, and saw concern and relief both on his face. “You woke up,” Springtrap said. You nodded, not really knowing what to say. The doctors and nurses joined him and asked how you were feeling and if you needed anything. You told them your stomach hurt real bad and your vision wasn’t very clear so they left to get some medicine and to help other patients. When they all left you turned back to a nervous Springtrap. “Do you think they’ll come here?” you asked, meaning the phantoms. “Hope not,” Springtrap replied, taking your weak hand in his and lightly kissing you on the cheek. “Well would you just leave her alone?” you heard a familiar voice say and looked up to see all 5 phantoms hovering over you two, the one who spoke was Phantom Freddy. “Please, leave the poor girl alone, before you do something you’ll regret. Your business is with us.” “Yeah, you don’t want to hurt her, do you?” Phantom Chica said, and at the mention of you Springtrap gave a dazed look at them. Please, just leave me alone, you thought as you gave them a sacred look before giving one to Springtrap too. After a few minutes of silence it seemed like the question would linger forever until Freddy broke in saying,” I think it’s time your girlfriend found out the truth, the whole truth. 40 years ago this guy got dressed up in a golden Freddy suit and lured me and 4 other children away and murdered us. We were then stuffed in these suits. Me, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and another one you’ve probably not heard of named Golden Freddy were the first 5 missing children. Then they made better versions of ourselves, the toy versions, and I got a toy version of me: Toy Freddy. I was locked away in the Parts and Services room and used for spare parts. But instead of that just ending our story we were relocated a 3rd time and this is where, he, the murderer, murdered us again, but we got our revenge. He fled into the suit he’s wearing now, Springtrap, and bled almost to death. We were left to be free, except our spirits were still intact so now we haunt you,” you listened to Freddy’s story, and the more he explained, the more horror you felt, until you could barely look at the phantom. “And me too. I was one of the first children as well, along with Freddy, but I was stuffed into the Chica suit. Later on I got a toy version of myself as well: Toy Chica. I was locked in Parts and Services and only used for spare parts as well. Then we got our revenge on the murderer and I saw with my own eyes him flee to the Springtrap suit and almost bleed to death. Afterward my soul was still imprisoned on this Earth so I haunt you now, usually with my good friend Freddy alongside,” Chica then told her story, and this drove you even more crazy, you digging your hand into your blankets as the story went on. “Me as well. I was murdered by the murderer who killed Freddy and Chica and was stuffed into the Foxy suit. But my stories a little different. While I did get a toy version of myself, it was a girl named Mangle. The children loved her, so much that they would pull her apart until she was just scraps of metal. The workers tried to fix her up everyday but it became too tiresome so she ended up being tons of traces of animatronic and used for spare parts just like me. When the murderer fled into the Springtrap suit and almost died my soul was not set free and now I am here haunting you just as much as Freddy and Foxy does,” you were getting annoyed and scared by the replay of basically the same story over and over and over again by the three closest phantoms. You were horrified that they all went through the same fate, and even more creepy, together. “I’m guessing your stories not much different either,” you said, turning to the puppet since he was the oldest animatronic, and the oldest phantom ever. He shook his head, causing you to become confused. “No, my story is much different. I was the first child Springtrap killed, because he killed a total of 11 children. My soul was put into this Marionette costume instead of going to heaven or hell. When I found out that the murderer had killed another 5 children I stuffed them inside the suits in order to get revenge for themselves. I helped the other 5 children make the murderer flee to the Springtrap suit by getting real close, which he was always scared of me most. He eventually did and almost bled to death, but every night he comes alive, and instead of leaving this world, my soul decided to stay with these animatronics and help them torment Springtrap,” the puppet explained, giving a cold stare at Springtrap. From all this new information your head hurt and the room began spinning, it was like it was too much to process all at once. You felt your head grow lighter and your eyes began to droop as you fell back onto the bed, blacking out again.

1 week later

You finally awoke to some loud thumping and a sharp breeze hitting your face. You opened your eyes to see Springtrap race away into the trees, and you saw a glowing orange light in the distance. Springtrap, after a few minutes, finally noticed you had awoken and found a secluded area covered by thick bushes and trees and laid you down gently on the ground. “What happened S-Springtrap?” you asked Springtrap. “The horror at-traction burnt down, and now all th-the pha-ntoms are dead, but I managed to escape,” Springtrap said, and you noticed his voice box must have been broken by how he was talking. “I saved y-you though, and that’s all that matters.” You looked behind you and finally realized that the glowing orange light was the fire, and you thought how it crazy it was that the phantoms were now truly dead. All of them, every last one of them, even the puppet. You liked the sound of that. “Are you sure they’re dead?” you asked. “Positive, they didn’t escape the fire fast enough,” Springtrap confirmed with a loud, confident voice. You smiled, there’s the old Springtrap you knew and loved. The fire starting blowing out as firefighters came to the rescue and was now putting the fire out. It was that easy to escape from it all. No more Freddy, no more Chica, no more no one. You got lower to the ground and yelped with pain, still noticing your stomach wasn’t completely healed yet. You got back up slowly as the forest got much darker and saw the fire finally out. You didn’t know where to go now that you had no job, you would surely lose your house too. But at least you wouldn’t be faced with death any longer. And that was reason enough to be happy. you shivered and slowly etched your way back down to Springtrap, who had his arms out to wrap you around in a slightly warmer embrace, which you gladly took, and you sat in his arms as you laid your back against his chest. “No more phantoms, that means I can be yours forever,” Springtrap said happily, making you chuckle and give a sleepy smile at him, which made him smile and kiss you right on your forehead. You would never have to see those devils again. “Now what?” you asked, looking back up at Springtrap. He smiled at you and got up, picking you up to and carrying you marriage-style back deeper into the forest saying, “We’ll start a new life, a much better, less painful, one.”