Chapter 1 - Bad Memories Put To Rest. (FIXED GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
Author's Note
Just to be clear, the puppet’s name is going to be Charlotte, just like in the games.
Chapter 1 - Bad Memories Put To Rest. (FIXED GRAMMATICAL ERRORS.)
Fire spread everywhere in Fazbear’s Fright. Children’s drawings falling to the ground and turning into an ashy pile, animatronic parts letting the fire consume them, arcade cabinets toppling over, smashing, and turning into charred wood. Thuds could be heard from inside as a giant robotic bunny, also known as Springtrap was trying to get his way out of the ignited building. The exit door lay ahead of him, a flamed demise lingering halfway through the building. He attempted to open the giant, metal door. No dice. He couldn’t believe his fate. He refused to go down without a fight, even trying to use the vent to the side of him, even trying to use foot to kick it down. No dice, again.
“Well, shit.” said Springtrap, putting his animatronic hands on his mask. “This is it, I die tonight.” Thuds could be heard further in the building. This place wasn’t really fire proof, was it? Well, this was Fazbear’s Entertainment we are talking about. They don’t really give a shit about anything, probably why William got away with so many murders in the first place.
The once human sat, slumped down against the wall, spotting the fire down the hall. He had figured it had consumed about 90% of the building by now. It would take a miracle for him to live. He didn’t deserve to be saved. He didn’t deserve remorse. Hell was waiting for him. A loud slam snapped Springtrap out of his daze. The puppet mask had fell off the wall. Hey, I guess Elizabeth didn’t like to stay dead. Well, it was too late to reminisce about old times now, The mask had fell into the hallway somehow and got burned in the process. The fire looked to of slowed down, or even stopped. Springtrap groaned and slammed his fist into the ground, causing the presents next to him to shake and topple over. Come to think of it, he wasn’t as bad of a father as people made him out to be.
Yeah, he killed his oldest son because he killed his youngest, and his middle child, Elizabeth had suffered a painful death at the hands of his machines, but that doesn’t make him a horrible father, does it? He tried to put his son back together, he warned his son not to go near Fred bears, he made sound illusion disks to make him hallucinate and see more nightmarish designs of the animatronics. He tried to more his son more scared so he wouldn’t go to that damn place. It worked, but it didn’t work good enough. What could he do? He fucking worked at Fred bears, for crying out loud! He tried to do the same with Elizabeth, but she got taken and then died. William was fueled with rage, and took it out on the oldest, blaming him for his brother’s death. Then he took a knife and... well, you know what he did. He burned the damn body. Kind of ironic if you think about it. Then he realised.. He liked the adrenaline rush of him taking away the lives of the innocent.
He killed Charlotte because Henry had become so devoted to his work building the original crew, he abandoned his wife. His family. He was a husk of what he once was. He went on to kill before receiving an end by Charlotte. How times change. Now he is stuck in a burning building, as an animatronic zombie. The fire started to gain speed and he just sighed, ripping a Freddy poster off the wall behind him. He ran his hand over it, and then ripped it out of aggression.
“Gabriel always caused me trouble, killing more security guards than I killed more kids.” Springtrap said, watching the poster of the former mascot burn and turn into a pile of flamed ash. The rabbit sat against the wall but when he did, a blinding light came from the exit door. He got up, looked at the fire and walked through. “No fire ever killed me, no fires’ ever gonna kill me!” He walked through and instead of the night’s sky, it was a cold surface.
“Is this dirt?” Springtrap asked himself, looking around and getting up. He was greeted by the dirt again when he toppled over. He looked at his hands, to be greeted by hooves. “Great, I’m a fucking Barbie. My life really has hit rock bottom.” He got up slowly and walked towards a river, looking at his reflection he realised he was a horse. Muzzle, four hooves, mane and tail. All of it. “Great, so not only am I a horse.. I’m a fucking robotic pony with a rotting murderer’s corpse inside.” Wow, I’d never imagine the day I would say that.”
He was about to turn around to go deeper into the forest when he was cut off by growling. Thinking it was a wolf, he turned around. He could defeat a wolf, maybe eat the corpse. But when he turned around, he was greeted with a wolf alright. A wolf made of wood and leaves. Springtrap was shocked by this creature and even though he was scared, he didn’t show it on his face. Springtrap growled back and when the wooden wolf tried to hit him with his paw, he pounced on the creature, grabbing the top of its head and ripping it apart. Springtrap jumped off the animal before it fell to the floor, tree sap spilled from the body and only the jaw was left atop the head.
3 fillies were in bushes, watching the pony kill the Timberwolf. Their mouths were being held shut by one another. They were shaking and hid behind the bush. Silently, they left the scene one by one, dodging snapping any branches. When they were out of sight they all shared a sigh of relief.
“What was that?” Scootaloo of them cried, pacing back and forth. “It was definitely a pony, but it acted like an aggressive dog!” Sweetie Bell exclaimed, looking towards her other friends who all nodded in agreement.
The bush behind them shook aggressively as the three fillies huddled together, when out popped a brown and white dog. The dog barked before one of the fillies covered its mouth for a few seconds, before a pony came out of the bushes, sighing in relief.
“Applebloom, how could you and your friends go this deep into the Everfree forest? I know yer’ trying to get your cute marks n’ all but conciser your safety!” The orange mare said, scolding the 3 others.
They all lowered her head in shame. “I know sis, but we’re hidin’ for a reason.” She exclaimed, putting emphasis on the last part. Fear was in her tone, and Applejack
AppleJack raised her eyebrow. “And what, if I may ask, is that reason?” She said flatly, still keeping her eyes on Applebloom. She was her big sister after all, and it was her job to protect her from any invasion from anything, pony or other.
She pointed to the body of the Timberwolf, which was still bleeding tree sap from the head. Applejack gasped and signalled her friends over to observe the body.
Her little sister yelled back. “Be careful’ sis! The thing that did that looked like a pony but it acted like a feral animal!” Everypony stopped dead in their tracks. Twilight turned around and stayed with the scarred fillies. Meanwhile, the rest observed the damage.
“Holy shit..” muttered Rainbow Dash. “I know how strong ponies can be against Timberwolves, but this is just.. Ridiculous!” Her eyes widened when they walked towards the front of the body.
Rarity couldn’t move past the fact that the thing had killed a Timberwolf within seconds. “Well, I think this thing is still nearby.. I can’t shake this feeling that we’re being watched.”
And being watched they were, by Springtrap. He had shortly realised after he had defeated the Timberwolf that his body’s strength had significantly increased. He somehow jumped onto a tree branch and it supported his weight.
