Author's Note
And it's official! Springtrap is back in Equestria!
Is it bad I'm writing this to Fallout 4 Diamond City Radio? (And singing the songs word for word..)
Yeah I might consider therapy after quarantine.
Family Confrontation.
Click. The tape began to roll. Static, at first. Then a grumbly voice came through. Even thought it was a recording, Michael felt his father's energy through the tape.
"My name is Springtrap." The voice said. "I should be dead." The tape began to glitch out due to its old age. "But I'm not."
Michael began to monitor the multiple security cameras around his house, letting the tape run.
"I'm sorry." Springtrap said, doing as normal as a sigh that his rotting vocal cords would let him. "I didn't want to hurt anyone."
Michael chuckled. "Yeah, alright Dad." he returned to the cameras.
"And to my son, I know you're listening to this tape..." This caught him off by guard. Pausing the tape, he looked around the room. Sensors, boarded up windows, weapons, everything he'd need.
Then, he looked towards a special gun. Due to his research, he constructed a gun that when shot, would open a portal to another world.
His plan was simple. Wait until his father tracks him down, shoot the gun at the wall behind him, push his father in and close the portal.
Hopefully that would be soon.
Hitting the tape again, he peered out of a crack in the wall. He was there. The tape resumed.
"I know you've been trying to cover up my tracks. Fix up my loose ends." The figure outside got closer. Michael thought about reaching for the portal gun, but decided to keep an eye on his father, or whatever this figure was.
"I'm going to come find you."
The shadow figure started to walk, almost as it knew when the tape ended. Looking towards the monitor, it read what he'd feared most.
ERROR 153. PLEASE REBOOT SYSTEM.
Michael mentally cursed at himself for not buying better security. Hoping that his other systems were better, he rushed towards the other end of the room, remember to grab the gun on his way.
Checking the motion detectors, they were up, thank Fazbear. Just as he was about to close the door, he looked in the empty monitor screen. It was too late. He was in the room.
Michael sighed. Hiding his weapon, he turned around to face the monster he once called father. "What do you want?"
He said nothing. The light hit his knife and Michael got scared, more than he was already.
"Answers." Springtrap said, holding the kitchen knife to his face. "To why you're afraid of me." he chuckled walking forward. "I AM your father after all."
Michael rolled his eyes. "You've killed kids and adults most of your life. MY GIRLFRIEND left me because she figured out I was a robot."
Springtrap looked extremely pissed off. "Oh, excuusee me for bringing my son back. How stupid of me, maybe I should of le-"
Michael revealed his gun and that confused his father. "One more step and you'll die. Try me."
He backed up, and so did Springtrap. "I want to know why you think a gun will work on me."
"I learned from the best." Michael chuckled.
His father growled like an animal. "A fire didn't stop me. I know you set that."
He chuckled. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." he spun around and shot his father in the chest, sending him back a few steps and causing him to fall over. "But the police won't know that if you're dead, will they? "
Springing up, he tackled his son to the ground. "I still have it in me, y'know?"
Michael fought and punched to try and get the giant animatronic rabbit off him and breathe, but to no avail.
Springtrap, now punching his son, began to mock him. "Huh, not as tough are you now?"
Smirking, Michael somehow got his father off him and aimed the gun at his head. "Leave now."
Instead of backing up, he laughed. "You don't have the balls to kill me kid." smirking, he picked up a small pistol and aimed it at his own son.
Michael smirked. "And YOU never had the balls to be a good father."
And with that, Springtrap shot a bullet, but somehow missed and shot the wall behind him, shattering a monitor and sending glass everywhere.
Michael smirked. He pulled out the portal gun from his back pocket and shot the wall behind his father.
Springtrap began to laugh at his son's bad aim. "Aim properly next time!"
In the midst of him laughing, he looked behind him and just stood there in awe. A portal had formed and Springtrap was in awe.
"You found my blueprints.." he mumbled. "I'm proud of you."
Michael looked dumbfounded. "What?" he asked, as his father searched through draws of random files, some old, some new.
"I figured out that if you built a certain gun..." Springtrap pulled a blueprint out of a folder, throwing the rest aside. "I can travel to alternative universes.."
"And other worlds, dad." Michael added, much to his father's surprise and utter confusion. "I'm a smart kid, y'know?"
The portal evolved from a speck of glowing light to a fully made dimension. Springtrap turned around and saw what looked like weird horse things. Luckily, they didn't see him.
Turning around, he saw his own son holding him at gunpoint." I've been there before. They're expecting you."
"Bullshit!" Springtrap yelled, pointing at his son. "Other worlds don't exist!"
"And Freddy's has dead kids haunting robots from the 80's. They've been killing guards for the past 30 years. That makes more sense than other worlds?" Michael asked, earning a grunt of defeat from his father.
"Point fuckin' taken, kid."
Michael signalled for his father to walk through. He denied, not that he was surprised. "Go, or I'll make you."
"On one condition." Michael was intrigued. His father hardly made deals. "I get to kill you when this is all over."
To Springtrap's surprise, his son agreed. "Death better come soon." Michael shook hands with his father.
True to his word, he began to turn around but lunged at his son, getting shot in the process.
Then, he fell to floor, all he saw was the figure of his own son dragging his feet through the portal. He felt his body change in size and posture.
Then it all went black.
Springtrap awoke to a cage. Not just any cage, though.
A prison cell.
Observing his surroundings. He had the basics. A stone bed, brick walls which he could break through within ten minutes and more useless crap.
But the weirdest thing is that he felt... off... Walking over to the mirror in the corner of the room, he observed why he felt weird.
His posture had changed deeply. No longer was he a hulking machine, with organs clearly visible. He was now looking like a cartoon character. What's the worst part of it, you ask?
He had what looked like a dog muzzle. He wanted to scream, but decided not to.
"Keep your calm, William..." he muttered to himself. Sitting back on the bed he looked at his appearance again. He had the same amount of fingers, heck, he even had a red bowtie. Which Which as weird, considering that the suit he had been stuck in for the past 30 years never had a bowtie, even before he got stuck in it, he knew that It'd had a purple bowtie.
The door rattled and a guard yelled something to him, he wasn't interested in what he had to say. Personally? He couldn't give a fuck what he had to say.
"Go to hell!" Springtrap yelled, relaxing on the bed. The door swung open and a few guards surrounded him. He hardly had time to compromise what was going on before one guard was in his face.
"We want answers." the guard said. He aimed his weapon at Springtrap who steered it away with his finger. He then proceeded to grab it and snap it clean in half, all in a rapid and smooth succession.
The guards looked at Springtrap and then themselves. The guards then proceeded to run out the room, screaming bloody murder.
However, they forgot to close the door, leaving escape in his grasp.
However, he knew nothing about this world and what to expect. Where would he go once he's escaped, anyways?
He has nowhere to go, no money, no weapons and not the slightest clue on Earth where he was, or if he was even on Earth anymore.
Judging by the appearance of himself, and the guards, it was safe to assume he wasn't on Earth, but Hell. So he just stayed there.
Half an hour passes and the guards returned. Nothing new, no weapons. No nothing.
They signalled him to follow them, and he followed since what else did he have in that cell?
While walking down the hallway, Springtrap felt as if he was being watched. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Nothing was there. Being in a new world or not, he wants going to let himself be ambushed at all.
He turned around and after walking for what felt like hours, he arrived at a set of double doors. Opening it, he swore he was on drugs.
2 huge ponies, with wings and horns awaited him, along with 2 smaller ones. Walking along some more was a chair and a table.
"Sit down." one of the guards said, poking him with the spear in his hoof. Springtrap never though he'd see the day where he would be commanded by little horse guards, but here he was.
On the table was a cigarette and beer. He wasn't fond of beer much, even before he died. Springtrap did take the cigarette in his hand and observed it. He gave a chuckle and threw it across the room.
Unsurprisingly, leather straps were applied to his hands, binding them to the arms of the chair.
"Oh, what a surprise." He said, sarcastically. "Who could've seen that coming?"
"Can we get to the point?" Luna asked, floating a set of blueprints over to him. "These should look familiar to you, correct?"
Springtrap nodded. "How the hell did you get these?"
"When your son came over from your world seeking help and advice, he told us to give you them if he successfully got you over here." Luna said.
"Release the straps." Celestia commanded the guards. They obeyed and slowly released them. Soon enough, they rested to the sides of Springtrap.
Luna once again presented a box in front of him. It was like an army storage container. Opening it, he found some of his personal belongings. His security badge, contract to the company, images of the animatronics being developed, even some old
newspapers.
"Nothing of interest." Springtrap claimed, eyeing a photo of his family, at the opening say of Fredbear's. They all stood outside the entrance. Even Henry and Emily were there.
God, what a mistake that was.
"One last thing." Luna stated, levitating a dozen folders. Opening them up, he wished he never woke up.
"So he did raid through my house.." muttered Springtrap, raiding through the documents and images of blood."
Celestia sighed." Yes, but what is it of? We can't piece together what year they take place. Can you tell us?"
Sighing, he gave in." You see the one with the yellow bear with the purple bowtie?" He asked, pointing to the image. Celestia, Luna, Twilight and Cadence nodded." That's called the Bite of '87. And, of course it takes place in 1987."
"I don't remember what the second one is." he lied.
He got deep looks from Luna. They looked at him with a deep hatred, and probably more that he couldn't be bothered to look into.
"Okay, now. You can ask us one question." Twilight said, levitating a pen and notepad to Cadence.
"How the hell do I get back?" he asked, anger and hate clear in his voice.
"We don't know, exactly." replied Celestia. Springtrap chuckled and remembered something.
He reached into his throat and searched around until he got it. The blueprints for the gun that his son somehow perfected. Springtrap remembered grabbing them before being sent to this world, and Michael probably just realised that it's gone.
Observing the design, it was clear what he had to do; build the gun and reverse the effects to go back home.
"I think I have an idea.."
