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(previously on TS: Flare met, what soon will be, our main antagonist of the story though she only believes him to be a harmless, albeit creepy, golden rabbit robot that's worth ALOT of money when David informs her of its value but as they get ready to relocate this animatronic, Flare gets trapped inside the security room with it and in an attempt to get her out, David goes off to try to find help. Soon, our protagonist will quickly find out that she is trapped there in more than one twisted way...)

**Rated R content ahead; light smut, language and gore**

The creepy places I’ve been used to going to all throughout my life had their moments, but nothing like the almost too real frights I got from that place. Worse yet, I was trapped in a tiny, shadow infested room. Had it been that the place was a cherished childhood memory of mine that now was twisted and perverted by the hands of time into a hellish and decrepit hole that made me jumpy? Feeling closterphobic, I took off my gray jacket in a hurry. My moist skin was met by stagnate and heavy air of the four walled room.

I sat in the corner on my jacket close to the cracked open door and stared dead at the desk, too nervous avert my gaze anywhere else. The place around me creaked and settled with long muffled calls. I shakily shined the light up on Golden Bonnie. The light of the handheld electric torch didn’t do him any kind favors as it had intensified the sharp ridges and holes of his suit, making him seem more dilapidated than in reality. As I rose, not taking my eyes off of him, I heard a small creak and shuffling coming from behind the door. I reacted instantly, “Hey! David?!” I called out from the barely breathable room, leaning over the desk to see who had made the sound. Under the spotlight, an obese rat waltzed across the floor over some scattered stale papers. “Eck!” I cringed away from the window, shuttering. ‘Disgusting thing…’

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The light was fixed at the wall as I rested my hand on the desk. An uncomfortable thought snuck into my head and begged me to question, ‘how can an automatic door close with no electricity to power it?’ An out-of-place draft descended on me as I tried to prop myself up onto the desk.

“It’s me”

I froze, “What the fu..?” I turned around, flashing the light on the animatronics yellow back and then swept to look about the teasingly dark room. The only audible thing I could register was my soft breathing. I must have imagined a males voice talking considering much of my senses were deprived of normal sensation. I began to reassure myself when I heard it again.

“It’s me”

This time, I was paying attention and had literally thought someone was outside. Leaning over to look through the window, I started weakly calling David’s name when a brash, low static bellow ruptured from Golden Bonnie, having a sharper and more closed-in tone than before. I flinched horribly and yelped as I swiftly turned my body around only to run into Golden Bonnie’s chest with my face and arms. A scream ripped from my throat as I felt the timeworn rabbit machine shift and come to life. It seized my bare upper arms and hovered over me like an awful night-terror. I was pinned, my lower back against the edge of the desk and a 280lb animatronic holding me in place. My body kicked into overdrive as I kicked and screamed. I frantically tried to tear myself from him and stop his ghastly, guttered shrieking. Frantically, I remembered what had worked before. I started shining and waving the light side to side wildly in his maniacal and decayed face. Abruptly, he snatched the flashlight out of my hand and aggressively threw it onto the ground, breaking the device. Through his garbled shrieking, he thundered out a distorted metal-like roar, “STOP IT!” His jaw didn’t move but his eyes expressed every word and with that, his shrieking stopped.

“What The Fuck?!!” I yelled. ‘It can talk?? How did that make any sense?! Animatronics shouldn’t be able to interact with humans like this!’ “He-HELP!!” I writhed about, tugging and pulling to get away as my skin chafed and scrapped painfully against the broken

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parts of his hands. Upper body strength wasn’t my forte but even with the help of his extremely impaired state, I wasn’t able to break away from him, his grip was rock solid. Fighting against the machine I soon found myself tiring and slowing down. Why had everything suddenly come to a halt?

Sweating and breathing heavily, I stood completely still. I glanced down at his decayed yellow hands clinging onto my arms. Some of his fingers were missing joints and parts his suit. He only had half of his middle finger on his right hand and was partially missing the first joint covers on his thumb and index finger that exposed bare metal and rubber on the other. The size of his mitts made my arms seem flimsy and brittle like a thin pretzel stick. ‘I’m not going anywhere anytime soon’, I thought with a frightened wince. I held my breath; everything was calm. Heaviness dawdled in the air as light from the tripod filtered into the room from the other side of the hazy window. A giant hole sat in the middle of Golden Bonnie’s chest, exposing his inner workings of rods and plastic wires and metal crossbeams. An intense feeling crept up my body as I found myself fighting the better part of my judgment. My gaze warily wandered up from his dilapidated and torn chest to his face that hung intimidatingly above my fragile frame. I dry-heaved when I had noticed there were 2 white glowing pinpricks centered within his pupils like before as his twisted grin gleamed down at me in a stomach-turning fashion. Dust in the air drifted by as we made like statues in the partially consumed blackness of that tiny security room.

‘What does this thing want?’ I dreaded, tearing my gaze from his to look about the barren room. ‘What would happen if David comes back? Would this thing let me go or…?’ Questions upon questions danced demonically in my mind when my eyes traveled back up to feel a cold shiver throughout my body. I saw Golden Bonnie’s face loosened and settled as his voice rattled, “Done fighting?... Gooooood.” The hairs on the back of my neck shot up as I watched slow glimpses of him adjust in the dim light in front of me. “Oh, Hell no.” I whispered, feeling the pressure on my arms slackened. I took that moment to hastily rip myself away from his savage grip. As he started to animate again, the door to the right of me suddenly slammed open. In my blind escape, my legs got tangled in the tripod that now illuminated the hall as I sprinted into the safety of whatever room that didn’t have HIM in it. His static groans bounced off the bleak walls behind me as I stumbled and tripped over

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stuff and myself in the darkness. ‘Fuck this place!’ My heart thumped as I reached the east hall where the slightly opened door in the back held my salvation. A flash of white blinded me as my head erupted with a sharp and painful drilling whine of voices chanting heavily,

“It’s me, It’s me”

Hallucinations of Freddy’s head shot through my mind and projected him out into reality, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I strained my vocal cords as I staggered backwards away from the only exit in reach and deeper into the hell-like Pizzeria. I turned to hopefully find any other escape as I made my way to the “employees only” door. Having a table block my path, I took my eyes off of Pirates Cove for just a second but as my limited range of light recognition readjusted, I conceived a barbaric and violently torn red Foxy standing in the middle the small stage. I was in a panicked haze and as I started to process what I was seeing, the blurred decrepit creature shrieked at me. Opening his teeth filled metal mouth, he aggressively sprang towards me in an unnatural curved lunge. I swung wildly in the air as I screamed and cried. Closing my eyes, my wobbly legs automatically backed away and bumped into the main stage. My heart was beating erratically as if it was going to give out at any moment. Panting, I scurried up onto the stage and grabbed at anything within reach. I took a hold of what felt like a mic stand and backed up. Grasping it in close, I furiously moved my eyes around the sinister party room, struggling to pin down where the hissing and deep groaning sounds of that animatronic were coming from. Golden Bonnie’s static chaos had cut out shortly after I regained my footing on the show stage and left his grave metallic voice to play off the walls, “Run... Run... Run...”

The knuckles on my hands whitened around the pole. I vehemently yelled out into the noise-cluttered room, “FUCK YOU! You’re not ANY kind of Bonnie I remember!!” My body shook uncontrollably as if I was standing in the middle of an ice storm as I scanned the run down place before me with stinging and watery eyes. Bonnie was my favorite of the group. I remembered fondly of him in the 1990s as a child. His voice was bouncy and he played a cool guitar but remembering that, this Golden one didn’t come Close to Bonnie’s voice. Even with the age of time, the rhythm and pitches of voices, electronic or otherwise, shouldn’t change that drastically. A

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chair had toppled over with a piercing clang to my right. Readying myself, I barked in that direction, “I KNOW you’re not Bonnie! Who- What the FUCK Are You Then?!!” My green eyes widened as I witnessed the floodlight rave in the back hallway. It stretched shadows that morphed around the room and crawled up the walls in appalling ways when suddenly, the atmosphere settled and the flickering stopped. I was motionless, guarding myself the best I could. Standing in complete silence, I lowered the mic stand slightly and cagily took a trembling step forward as my senses slowly came back to me. Nothing moved or sounded in the open party room. I could only feel a piercing cold air whip against my heated body. ‘Wait... Cold air?’

Before I had a chance to react, a frightening voice vibrated behind me, “If you liked Bonnie...” I tried to scream and leap forward off the stage when an icy hand shot out from the darkness and seized my small neck while another force ripped the mic stand out of my freezing and sweaty palms, “Then you’re gonna lovvvve mee...”

My mouth was so dry and yet my face was covered in a slew of tears and dirtied sweat. I anxiously fought to make sense of the reality that was taking place, whatever THAT was. Gritting my teeth intensely, I reached up over my head and clawed at the artificial beings face and neck as the unforgiving hand on my throat grew tighter and firmer. The lore of the Freddy Fazbear Franchise was surrounded in infamy. Horrid happenings of murders, grotesque suit malfunctions involving staff members, and kidnappings of small children were predominate throughout its history. Freddy the Bear, Chica the Chicken and Bonnie the Bunny were the main attractions, playing and singing in a band on the main show stage. Foxy the Pirate Fox was also one of the attractions, entertaining children from his very own stage called “Pirates Cove”. Unfortunately, Foxy had been decommissioned during the last leg of the Pizzeria. Many people, including various security guards that had worked with the Franchise, claimed the animatronics to be “possessed” or “haunted”. Some asserted that during the night, the playmates of children would roam the halls and mess with the security cameras. Leaked footage floated around the Internet during the company’s last years of operation. The videos would show the animatronics acting strangely.

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They would stare into the cameras, sometimes with their costume lenses out to show their glowing endoskeleton eyes and other times, their heads would twitch violently and make warped and unintelligible robotic voices. One guard went all the way to allege that the “family friendly” animatronics made their way to his station and tried to kill him.

As blackness sunk its jagged claws into my vision, I gasped and strenuously moved my eyes about. My hands were on the dented and mangled mitt of the animatronic horror. I wheezed out, “Why… what… are-you?…” Several seconds passed by without the grip on my throat tightening or moving. Without mechanical gears winding behind me. Without any air moving. A nauseating thought exploded in my mind, ‘Oh no, don’t tell me I’m going to be stuck like this until I suffocate to death?!’ At that moment, astonishingly, the yellow rabbit’s hand loosened its vice like grip to where the encumbering darkness retreated from my vision and the ringing in my ears died down. I gulped energy renewing air, hacking a bit as I attempted to pry his hard metal fingers away from my neck when I caught something sliding into my right eyes periphery.

Springs tightened and gears groaned as the demented rabbit’s ill-colored muzzle came into view. His voiced grinded jaggedly into my ear as my heart rate quickened and eyes widen with horror. His side profile slid parallel to mine as his time abused maw began to open, “I was a man, but those fucking brats...” He lingered as his jaw opened up farther than it was designed to do. The metal hinges that would have connected his bottom jaw to his head blaringly stood out. “Oh fucking hell…!” I gasped acutely as I witnessed the nightmare that had concealed itself away inside the mechanical being with gruesome detail. A mans mummified head stared forward in a frozen scream while his face was skewered at horrific angles with the animatronics inner workings. His skin was a grotesque brown, blackish-red color and like pearls against decaying wood white light glinted off of the teeth that had remained connected to his jawbone. Gaping my mouth, I was about to express the sheer terror of the moment when this thing continued in my ear but only now expressing louder and clearer. Its glowing endoskeletons eyes that were glaringly lodged into the eye sockets of the poor man rolled down to look at my horrified face, “My name is Springtrap...”

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My mind went blank as I observed the creature snap its head back together when I was suddenly jerked onto his chest. His left arm snaked itself around my waist as I was in a fog of my own, focusing on this monsters unreal speech before I snapped out of it. I yelled out for help as my body raged against his, retorting and squirming around with all my spent might. His semi-damaged hand gripped along the bottom of my jaw and forced my head back against him, tilting his wrist to compel me to stare up at him. I wriggled madly to and fro, my hair tossed about and my face stinging hot with tears and primal fear. I was made to gaze up at the terrifying animatronics soul piercing pupils. “This is MY hell.” He garbled out dementedly. “NO!!” I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to struggle out of his iron grip, my legs and arms flailing about with obvious futility. I attempted to tune him out as hard as I could but his voice… Low and metallic while having a minor staccato rhythm to it felt like it was being injected right between my ears. His chest reverberated with each calloused word he managed to churn out, “I had to suffer all Alone... Forced to exist between a cruel joke and a spiteful blessing.” He painfully squeezed my lower jaw hard and shook my head violently from side-to-side, shrieking at me to open my eyes. I kept repeating in my mind ‘no, no this can’t be happening, it’s not real’, “You’re not REAL!!” I frantically declared.

He had ceased from moving abruptly and I worriedly opened my eyes. That thing shouldn’t have been moving let alone talking. Neither the night guard interviews nor the countless security videos of the animatronics acting up, nothing on the Internet could have prepared me for this. This was more than a malfunction or weird programming. Plainly and gently, this Springtrap groaned at me with dampened eyes, “I am as real as you can get, sweetie.” And with that, his robotic hand slid under my shirt, making me cry out. It being dragged up my twitching warm stomach had felt revolting. The once supple fur of his palm had turned coarse and rough with age and his missing digits were scrapping uncomfortably against my skin. I had wished with all my might that I wasn’t there, that it was just some sort of drug-induced nightmare and that I was somewhere else. He wouldn’t allow my head to yank aside and wrench myself away from his frightful fixed glare. ‘What the Fuck does it want??’ Tears flowed down my face as I begged desperately, “Please… Just let me go! I-I’m sorry to have disturbed your resting place… I’ll leave! And-

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and never come back, I swear!!” The horrid abomination rewarded me with a nasty static chuckle as it closed its dreadful eyes and mouth. The low hum and quiet hissing in his chest was still present. “PLEASE!!” I implored, hiccupping a bit. The robotic suit swiftly opened its tattered eyelids and maniacally shouted down at me, “Why would I want to let go of the only living person I’ve seen in over 30 years?!?”

As his pronouncement jarringly rebounded off the damp walls, his hand shot up under my bra and harshly squeezed my bare breast. I shrieked severely at his sudden move as it caught me horrifyingly off guard. I struggled to sink out of his savage grip, bucking my body and floundering against him. I didn’t care if I was going to ruin or break him. I wanted to if it meant my freedom. In the mists of my panic, he grinded hollowly, “So... We’re going to pla-ay.” His tin-like voice hung and skipped on his last word as I protested in fervor. ‘There’s no way this thing used to be a child’s entertainment electronic bunny rabbit…’ “Stop it!” I squawked. He cackled frigidly as he mauled and kneaded my poor tit, “Stop it you sick Fucking Machine!! Get off!!!” My screams echoed in the mostly empty building. Surely someone would hear my decrepit cries for help. I felt his right hand lower itself from my jaw and fully cupped my neck. I was pinioned against his hole-riddled chest as his other hand made use, flicking and twisting my sensitive nub, “Y҂You’re mine, bitch, and I’m finally going to have some fun...” I shook my head feverishly. Tears rolled down my face like spilled marbles as I was forced to endure his depraved advances.

That thing wasn’t human. He had no weaknesses to exploit and nothing to bargain with. It was a fucking animatronic rabbit for crying out loud! He wasn’t going to let me go. A sick and heavy feeling plummeted through my whole being. ‘This monster is going to gut me and leave me to die…!’ I cried out into the inimical world. The amount of money we could earn from this animatronic wasn’t worth having my life permanently fucked up or even taken! ‘Screw the money! I want my old problems and pains back!’

I was startled out of my daze when I heard Springtrap sigh in a creepy, multi-toned buzz. “Hey? Wanna see something?” He threateningly murmured as he tugged at my aching nipple. I grimaced and struggled, fearing, ‘Oh god… What could he possibly want to show me?…’ Immediately, a thick and lucid reality had curved itself

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around my body. I felt the bonds of that animatronic lift but as I went to run, I wouldn’t move. It was like my consciousness was free floating in a wobbly world and yet somehow anchored to stay immobile. “What the fuck is this?” A flash of light overwhelmed my fragile mind as I was jerked into another room of the Pizzeria. A person bathed in a deep purple stood in the middle of it, furnishing a yellowish Freddy Fazbear head. Then bursts of images exploded in my mind of brutally beaten and mangled children strewn about the person’s feet. My blood pressure dropped as each flash reddened and became more graphic and violent, focusing on torn guts, broken necks and slashed throats of elementary sized school children. High-pitched cries and heart wrenching wails of the kids filled the room as brief glimpses showed horrific scenes of their deaths. Some were viciously held by their ankles and bashed up against the walls, bones cracking and popping. Others were being strangled to death, their eyes budging and red streaks pouring as they gasped for air, and still others were brutally stabbed to death with blunt objects haphazardly found. Colors began to distort like a kaleidoscope of horrors and images homicidally rushed at me. Every snapshot of the children were followed up by a closer and closer profile of the purple person slowly taking the Freddy head off. The children whom were being murdered before my eyes had suddenly turned their crooked and beaten heads to face me, begging like dying cats to save them. As if a cruel force reached into my chest, an unspeakable agony gripped my small pumping organ and savagely squeezed it. Then like a crack of thunder, the purple person appeared right before me. My heart was going to explode as I witnessed the man pulling off the Freddy head, revealing an obscured face manically smiling at me with huge white glowing eyes. An intense garble of voices and static surrounded us like a chaotic merry-go-round as the terrifying man kept repeating,

“It’s me”

“It’s me”

Over and over, louder and louder. I screamed to make the petrifying scene stop. Then, as if someone had picked me up and threw me like a ragdoll, I was wildly hurled back into my own reality. I heard

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Springtrap’s damaged voice box screeching like metal chains being dragged on concrete slowly dying down in the background.

(to be continued...)

Description
(previously on TS: Flare met, what soon will be, our main antagonist of the story though she only believes him to be a harmless, albeit creepy, golden rabbit robot that's worth ALOT of money when David informs her of its value but as they get ready to relocate this animatronic, Flare gets trapped inside the security room with it and in an attempt to get her out, David goes off to try to find help. Soon, our protagonist will quickly find out that she is trapped there in more than one twisted way...)

**Rated R content ahead; light smut, language and gore**

The creepy places I’ve been used to going to all throughout my life had their moments, but nothing like the almost too real frights I got from that place. Worse yet, I was trapped in a tiny, shadow infested room. Had it been that the place was a cherished childhood memory of mine that now was twisted and perverted by the hands of time into a hellish and decrepit hole that made me jumpy? Feeling closterphobic, I took off my gray jacket in a hurry. My moist skin was met by stagnate and heavy air of the four walled room.

I sat in the corner on my jacket close to the cracked open door and stared dead at the desk, too nervous avert my gaze anywhere else. The place around me creaked and settled with long muffled calls. I shakily shined the light up on Golden Bonnie. The light of the handheld electric torch didn’t do him any kind favors as it had intensified the sharp ridges and holes of his suit, making him seem more dilapidated than in reality. As I rose, not taking my eyes off of him, I heard a small creak and shuffling coming from behind the door. I reacted instantly, “Hey! David?!” I called out from the barely breathable room, leaning over the desk to see who had made the sound. Under the spotlight, an obese rat waltzed across the floor over some scattered stale papers. “Eck!” I cringed away from the window, shuttering. ‘Disgusting thing…’

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The light was fixed at the wall as I rested my hand on the desk. An uncomfortable thought snuck into my head and begged me to question, ‘how can an automatic door close with no electricity to power it?’ An out-of-place draft descended on me as I tried to prop myself up onto the desk.

“It’s me”

I froze, “What the fu..?” I turned around, flashing the light on the animatronics yellow back and then swept to look about the teasingly dark room. The only audible thing I could register was my soft breathing. I must have imagined a males voice talking considering much of my senses were deprived of normal sensation. I began to reassure myself when I heard it again.

“It’s me”

This time, I was paying attention and had literally thought someone was outside. Leaning over to look through the window, I started weakly calling David’s name when a brash, low static bellow ruptured from Golden Bonnie, having a sharper and more closed-in tone than before. I flinched horribly and yelped as I swiftly turned my body around only to run into Golden Bonnie’s chest with my face and arms. A scream ripped from my throat as I felt the timeworn rabbit machine shift and come to life. It seized my bare upper arms and hovered over me like an awful night-terror. I was pinned, my lower back against the edge of the desk and a 280lb animatronic holding me in place. My body kicked into overdrive as I kicked and screamed. I frantically tried to tear myself from him and stop his ghastly, guttered shrieking. Frantically, I remembered what had worked before. I started shining and waving the light side to side wildly in his maniacal and decayed face. Abruptly, he snatched the flashlight out of my hand and aggressively threw it onto the ground, breaking the device. Through his garbled shrieking, he thundered out a distorted metal-like roar, “STOP IT!” His jaw didn’t move but his eyes expressed every word and with that, his shrieking stopped.

“What The Fuck?!!” I yelled. ‘It can talk?? How did that make any sense?! Animatronics shouldn’t be able to interact with humans like this!’ “He-HELP!!” I writhed about, tugging and pulling to get away as my skin chafed and scrapped painfully against the broken

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parts of his hands. Upper body strength wasn’t my forte but even with the help of his extremely impaired state, I wasn’t able to break away from him, his grip was rock solid. Fighting against the machine I soon found myself tiring and slowing down. Why had everything suddenly come to a halt?

Sweating and breathing heavily, I stood completely still. I glanced down at his decayed yellow hands clinging onto my arms. Some of his fingers were missing joints and parts his suit. He only had half of his middle finger on his right hand and was partially missing the first joint covers on his thumb and index finger that exposed bare metal and rubber on the other. The size of his mitts made my arms seem flimsy and brittle like a thin pretzel stick. ‘I’m not going anywhere anytime soon’, I thought with a frightened wince. I held my breath; everything was calm. Heaviness dawdled in the air as light from the tripod filtered into the room from the other side of the hazy window. A giant hole sat in the middle of Golden Bonnie’s chest, exposing his inner workings of rods and plastic wires and metal crossbeams. An intense feeling crept up my body as I found myself fighting the better part of my judgment. My gaze warily wandered up from his dilapidated and torn chest to his face that hung intimidatingly above my fragile frame. I dry-heaved when I had noticed there were 2 white glowing pinpricks centered within his pupils like before as his twisted grin gleamed down at me in a stomach-turning fashion. Dust in the air drifted by as we made like statues in the partially consumed blackness of that tiny security room.

‘What does this thing want?’ I dreaded, tearing my gaze from his to look about the barren room. ‘What would happen if David comes back? Would this thing let me go or…?’ Questions upon questions danced demonically in my mind when my eyes traveled back up to feel a cold shiver throughout my body. I saw Golden Bonnie’s face loosened and settled as his voice rattled, “Done fighting?... Gooooood.” The hairs on the back of my neck shot up as I watched slow glimpses of him adjust in the dim light in front of me. “Oh, Hell no.” I whispered, feeling the pressure on my arms slackened. I took that moment to hastily rip myself away from his savage grip. As he started to animate again, the door to the right of me suddenly slammed open. In my blind escape, my legs got tangled in the tripod that now illuminated the hall as I sprinted into the safety of whatever room that didn’t have HIM in it. His static groans bounced off the bleak walls behind me as I stumbled and tripped over

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stuff and myself in the darkness. ‘Fuck this place!’ My heart thumped as I reached the east hall where the slightly opened door in the back held my salvation. A flash of white blinded me as my head erupted with a sharp and painful drilling whine of voices chanting heavily,

“It’s me, It’s me”

Hallucinations of Freddy’s head shot through my mind and projected him out into reality, scaring the absolute shit out of me. I strained my vocal cords as I staggered backwards away from the only exit in reach and deeper into the hell-like Pizzeria. I turned to hopefully find any other escape as I made my way to the “employees only” door. Having a table block my path, I took my eyes off of Pirates Cove for just a second but as my limited range of light recognition readjusted, I conceived a barbaric and violently torn red Foxy standing in the middle the small stage. I was in a panicked haze and as I started to process what I was seeing, the blurred decrepit creature shrieked at me. Opening his teeth filled metal mouth, he aggressively sprang towards me in an unnatural curved lunge. I swung wildly in the air as I screamed and cried. Closing my eyes, my wobbly legs automatically backed away and bumped into the main stage. My heart was beating erratically as if it was going to give out at any moment. Panting, I scurried up onto the stage and grabbed at anything within reach. I took a hold of what felt like a mic stand and backed up. Grasping it in close, I furiously moved my eyes around the sinister party room, struggling to pin down where the hissing and deep groaning sounds of that animatronic were coming from. Golden Bonnie’s static chaos had cut out shortly after I regained my footing on the show stage and left his grave metallic voice to play off the walls, “Run... Run... Run...”

The knuckles on my hands whitened around the pole. I vehemently yelled out into the noise-cluttered room, “FUCK YOU! You’re not ANY kind of Bonnie I remember!!” My body shook uncontrollably as if I was standing in the middle of an ice storm as I scanned the run down place before me with stinging and watery eyes. Bonnie was my favorite of the group. I remembered fondly of him in the 1990s as a child. His voice was bouncy and he played a cool guitar but remembering that, this Golden one didn’t come Close to Bonnie’s voice. Even with the age of time, the rhythm and pitches of voices, electronic or otherwise, shouldn’t change that drastically. A

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chair had toppled over with a piercing clang to my right. Readying myself, I barked in that direction, “I KNOW you’re not Bonnie! Who- What the FUCK Are You Then?!!” My green eyes widened as I witnessed the floodlight rave in the back hallway. It stretched shadows that morphed around the room and crawled up the walls in appalling ways when suddenly, the atmosphere settled and the flickering stopped. I was motionless, guarding myself the best I could. Standing in complete silence, I lowered the mic stand slightly and cagily took a trembling step forward as my senses slowly came back to me. Nothing moved or sounded in the open party room. I could only feel a piercing cold air whip against my heated body. ‘Wait... Cold air?’

Before I had a chance to react, a frightening voice vibrated behind me, “If you liked Bonnie...” I tried to scream and leap forward off the stage when an icy hand shot out from the darkness and seized my small neck while another force ripped the mic stand out of my freezing and sweaty palms, “Then you’re gonna lovvvve mee...”

My mouth was so dry and yet my face was covered in a slew of tears and dirtied sweat. I anxiously fought to make sense of the reality that was taking place, whatever THAT was. Gritting my teeth intensely, I reached up over my head and clawed at the artificial beings face and neck as the unforgiving hand on my throat grew tighter and firmer. The lore of the Freddy Fazbear Franchise was surrounded in infamy. Horrid happenings of murders, grotesque suit malfunctions involving staff members, and kidnappings of small children were predominate throughout its history. Freddy the Bear, Chica the Chicken and Bonnie the Bunny were the main attractions, playing and singing in a band on the main show stage. Foxy the Pirate Fox was also one of the attractions, entertaining children from his very own stage called “Pirates Cove”. Unfortunately, Foxy had been decommissioned during the last leg of the Pizzeria. Many people, including various security guards that had worked with the Franchise, claimed the animatronics to be “possessed” or “haunted”. Some asserted that during the night, the playmates of children would roam the halls and mess with the security cameras. Leaked footage floated around the Internet during the company’s last years of operation. The videos would show the animatronics acting strangely.

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They would stare into the cameras, sometimes with their costume lenses out to show their glowing endoskeleton eyes and other times, their heads would twitch violently and make warped and unintelligible robotic voices. One guard went all the way to allege that the “family friendly” animatronics made their way to his station and tried to kill him.

As blackness sunk its jagged claws into my vision, I gasped and strenuously moved my eyes about. My hands were on the dented and mangled mitt of the animatronic horror. I wheezed out, “Why… what… are-you?…” Several seconds passed by without the grip on my throat tightening or moving. Without mechanical gears winding behind me. Without any air moving. A nauseating thought exploded in my mind, ‘Oh no, don’t tell me I’m going to be stuck like this until I suffocate to death?!’ At that moment, astonishingly, the yellow rabbit’s hand loosened its vice like grip to where the encumbering darkness retreated from my vision and the ringing in my ears died down. I gulped energy renewing air, hacking a bit as I attempted to pry his hard metal fingers away from my neck when I caught something sliding into my right eyes periphery.

Springs tightened and gears groaned as the demented rabbit’s ill-colored muzzle came into view. His voiced grinded jaggedly into my ear as my heart rate quickened and eyes widen with horror. His side profile slid parallel to mine as his time abused maw began to open, “I was a man, but those fucking brats...” He lingered as his jaw opened up farther than it was designed to do. The metal hinges that would have connected his bottom jaw to his head blaringly stood out. “Oh fucking hell…!” I gasped acutely as I witnessed the nightmare that had concealed itself away inside the mechanical being with gruesome detail. A mans mummified head stared forward in a frozen scream while his face was skewered at horrific angles with the animatronics inner workings. His skin was a grotesque brown, blackish-red color and like pearls against decaying wood white light glinted off of the teeth that had remained connected to his jawbone. Gaping my mouth, I was about to express the sheer terror of the moment when this thing continued in my ear but only now expressing louder and clearer. Its glowing endoskeletons eyes that were glaringly lodged into the eye sockets of the poor man rolled down to look at my horrified face, “My name is Springtrap...”

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My mind went blank as I observed the creature snap its head back together when I was suddenly jerked onto his chest. His left arm snaked itself around my waist as I was in a fog of my own, focusing on this monsters unreal speech before I snapped out of it. I yelled out for help as my body raged against his, retorting and squirming around with all my spent might. His semi-damaged hand gripped along the bottom of my jaw and forced my head back against him, tilting his wrist to compel me to stare up at him. I wriggled madly to and fro, my hair tossed about and my face stinging hot with tears and primal fear. I was made to gaze up at the terrifying animatronics soul piercing pupils. “This is MY hell.” He garbled out dementedly. “NO!!” I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to struggle out of his iron grip, my legs and arms flailing about with obvious futility. I attempted to tune him out as hard as I could but his voice… Low and metallic while having a minor staccato rhythm to it felt like it was being injected right between my ears. His chest reverberated with each calloused word he managed to churn out, “I had to suffer all Alone... Forced to exist between a cruel joke and a spiteful blessing.” He painfully squeezed my lower jaw hard and shook my head violently from side-to-side, shrieking at me to open my eyes. I kept repeating in my mind ‘no, no this can’t be happening, it’s not real’, “You’re not REAL!!” I frantically declared.

He had ceased from moving abruptly and I worriedly opened my eyes. That thing shouldn’t have been moving let alone talking. Neither the night guard interviews nor the countless security videos of the animatronics acting up, nothing on the Internet could have prepared me for this. This was more than a malfunction or weird programming. Plainly and gently, this Springtrap groaned at me with dampened eyes, “I am as real as you can get, sweetie.” And with that, his robotic hand slid under my shirt, making me cry out. It being dragged up my twitching warm stomach had felt revolting. The once supple fur of his palm had turned coarse and rough with age and his missing digits were scrapping uncomfortably against my skin. I had wished with all my might that I wasn’t there, that it was just some sort of drug-induced nightmare and that I was somewhere else. He wouldn’t allow my head to yank aside and wrench myself away from his frightful fixed glare. ‘What the Fuck does it want??’ Tears flowed down my face as I begged desperately, “Please… Just let me go! I-I’m sorry to have disturbed your resting place… I’ll leave! And-

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and never come back, I swear!!” The horrid abomination rewarded me with a nasty static chuckle as it closed its dreadful eyes and mouth. The low hum and quiet hissing in his chest was still present. “PLEASE!!” I implored, hiccupping a bit. The robotic suit swiftly opened its tattered eyelids and maniacally shouted down at me, “Why would I want to let go of the only living person I’ve seen in over 30 years?!?”

As his pronouncement jarringly rebounded off the damp walls, his hand shot up under my bra and harshly squeezed my bare breast. I shrieked severely at his sudden move as it caught me horrifyingly off guard. I struggled to sink out of his savage grip, bucking my body and floundering against him. I didn’t care if I was going to ruin or break him. I wanted to if it meant my freedom. In the mists of my panic, he grinded hollowly, “So... We’re going to pla-ay.” His tin-like voice hung and skipped on his last word as I protested in fervor. ‘There’s no way this thing used to be a child’s entertainment electronic bunny rabbit…’ “Stop it!” I squawked. He cackled frigidly as he mauled and kneaded my poor tit, “Stop it you sick Fucking Machine!! Get off!!!” My screams echoed in the mostly empty building. Surely someone would hear my decrepit cries for help. I felt his right hand lower itself from my jaw and fully cupped my neck. I was pinioned against his hole-riddled chest as his other hand made use, flicking and twisting my sensitive nub, “Y҂You’re mine, bitch, and I’m finally going to have some fun...” I shook my head feverishly. Tears rolled down my face like spilled marbles as I was forced to endure his depraved advances.

That thing wasn’t human. He had no weaknesses to exploit and nothing to bargain with. It was a fucking animatronic rabbit for crying out loud! He wasn’t going to let me go. A sick and heavy feeling plummeted through my whole being. ‘This monster is going to gut me and leave me to die…!’ I cried out into the inimical world. The amount of money we could earn from this animatronic wasn’t worth having my life permanently fucked up or even taken! ‘Screw the money! I want my old problems and pains back!’

I was startled out of my daze when I heard Springtrap sigh in a creepy, multi-toned buzz. “Hey? Wanna see something?” He threateningly murmured as he tugged at my aching nipple. I grimaced and struggled, fearing, ‘Oh god… What could he possibly want to show me?…’ Immediately, a thick and lucid reality had curved itself

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around my body. I felt the bonds of that animatronic lift but as I went to run, I wouldn’t move. It was like my consciousness was free floating in a wobbly world and yet somehow anchored to stay immobile. “What the fuck is this?” A flash of light overwhelmed my fragile mind as I was jerked into another room of the Pizzeria. A person bathed in a deep purple stood in the middle of it, furnishing a yellowish Freddy Fazbear head. Then bursts of images exploded in my mind of brutally beaten and mangled children strewn about the person’s feet. My blood pressure dropped as each flash reddened and became more graphic and violent, focusing on torn guts, broken necks and slashed throats of elementary sized school children. High-pitched cries and heart wrenching wails of the kids filled the room as brief glimpses showed horrific scenes of their deaths. Some were viciously held by their ankles and bashed up against the walls, bones cracking and popping. Others were being strangled to death, their eyes budging and red streaks pouring as they gasped for air, and still others were brutally stabbed to death with blunt objects haphazardly found. Colors began to distort like a kaleidoscope of horrors and images homicidally rushed at me. Every snapshot of the children were followed up by a closer and closer profile of the purple person slowly taking the Freddy head off. The children whom were being murdered before my eyes had suddenly turned their crooked and beaten heads to face me, begging like dying cats to save them. As if a cruel force reached into my chest, an unspeakable agony gripped my small pumping organ and savagely squeezed it. Then like a crack of thunder, the purple person appeared right before me. My heart was going to explode as I witnessed the man pulling off the Freddy head, revealing an obscured face manically smiling at me with huge white glowing eyes. An intense garble of voices and static surrounded us like a chaotic merry-go-round as the terrifying man kept repeating,

“It’s me”

“It’s me”

Over and over, louder and louder. I screamed to make the petrifying scene stop. Then, as if someone had picked me up and threw me like a ragdoll, I was wildly hurled back into my own reality. I heard

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Springtrap’s damaged voice box screeching like metal chains being dragged on concrete slowly dying down in the background.

(to be continued...)