013: In My Room

            I woke up slowly. My head was spinning, and it felt like the blood vessels in my forehead were pulsating. I could hear someone moving around in the room around me. However, my vision just wouldn't focus. The lights were too bright, and everything around me looked like an extremely blurred shadow. I could see one figure moving around. At the moment, I couldn't remember how I ended up like that. It was only when I tried to move that I felt my heart rate quadruple.

            My wrists were tied together. I was sitting on a cold, tile floor.

            That's when my eyes widened, and my brain forced my vision to ignore the aching pain in my head and focus. I could see an animatronic hanging up on the wall that I hadn't seen before. And – another one. I'd never personally wandered into the maintenance room other than when I had to, but these two looked like withered Freddy and withered Chica. Either Sam just made them, or they were there the whole time. The figure, in the Glitchtrap suit, was in the middle of wheeling the withered Bonnie animatronic into the room.

            "Are you awake?"

            I moved backwards a little, shoving myself into the corner as much as possible. Something about the room smelled. There was a stench that made me want to puke. I wasn't conscious enough to answer, but I could interpret. That was Sam, and he was trying to make all of the withered animatronics. Those came first, didn't they? Made when the diner was open in the games? I shook my head, a little. I tried to remember that this wasn't the games, but it was getting hard. The more I looked at the animatronics, the more real it all seemed.

            Then, the Glitchtrap costume walked over. "You are awake."

            Finally, I could say, "What do you want?"

            "What do I want?"

            I just scowled at him. I almost forgot it was Sam hiding behind that disgustingly creepy rabbit face. I said nothing.

            "Too much of a stuck-up bitch to answer, huh?"

            I didn't say anything, so he slapped me across the face. Luckily, the fabric on his palms didn't make it hurt too hard.

            "I'll tell you, since you won't live past this room." My eyes widened when he said that. The whole time, I didn't think he would actually kill me. I thought that it would be too unsafe. Too likely. But then again, his voice made it sound like he was past being logical. He walked over to the animatronics, looked at them, and then looked at me. "I want your soul."

            I just blinked. He did sound insane. "What?"

            "Your soul. Also, I just want to kill you." He pushed the withered Chica animatronic just a bit. "Do you know who this is?"

            I swallowed. "Chica."

            "Yes, and no."

            I didn't realize how stressed my voice sounded. "What do you mean?"

            I could almost see the maniacal grin through the costume head. I couldn't see it, but it was there. I could hear it in his voice. "This is Chica, but it is also Amanda."

            It hit me like a ton of bricks. My heart quite literally stopped beating at that moment. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have believed them. But it was Sam. It was someone who was rumored to have killed before. I didn't answer. My jaw was trembling. I couldn't answer him.

            He laughed. That prick laughed at me. "Would you like to see?"

            "No!"

            He laughed harder, and pressed a button to open Chica's chest cavity. Amanda was a small girl. I didn't want to look, but I didn't close my eyes fast enough. She was there. She was bloody, shoved into that chest cavity so tightly that it looked like her bones had been broken apart. She was dead. Amanda was fucking dead. He must have done this the night prior, and put Springtrap out of commission just so he wouldn't have any interference. Not only was he a coward, but he was insane. At that moment, I couldn't tell who I was looking at anymore. Was it Sam? Was it James? Or was it William?

            I just screamed, "Close it!"

            He stepped closer to me. "What, you don't want to say hello to your friend?"

            "Close it!"

            "Aw, are you upset?" I gritted my teeth. Yes, I was crying. I'd never seen a dead body before, much less the dead body of a friend. I had no idea what emotion to feel. He stepped toward me again. "Don't be upset. You're going to end up just like her!"

            My eyes widened again. I tried to move, but I'd forgotten about the fact that my head was spinning. He had to have drugged me. I tried to get up, but without my arms, I couldn't do much. My legs wouldn't cooperate with my brain. I just said, "Fuck off!"

            "Still so vocal." He pulled out a knife. "Don't be sad. You'll be inside Freddy, since you were my favorite employee!"

            That just made it worse. He must've killed Amanda to see if it was possible to kill me. I'd basically accepted the fact that he'd kill me at that point. Even if I managed to get up, he'd be faster than me in this state. My head hurt so bad. I had a concussion. I knew I did. There was no one there to help me, either.

            Finally, I gave up and cried. It made Sam laugh. "Aw, what happened to your attitude? Upset that your little robot friend can't come help you like he did before?"

            "What did you do to him?"

            "I turned him off myself." Sam's voice was laced with malice. He was fully unhinged. "He can't turn himself back on. I won't destroy him, no. That would be a waste. I'll just reprogram him. You know what that means? I'll wipe his memory of everything involving you. He won't even remember who you are."

            That made me cry more. I couldn't believe that. That didn't seem like something Springtrap would allow, but I had to remember that he wasn't possessed. He was just a robot. He wasn't William Afton. The real William Afton was standing right in front of me, knife in hand, just like the games.

            "Nothing to say, now?"

            I kept my teeth gritted. I wanted to stall him, I just didn't know how.

            "Well, this will make your death quick."

            He stepped toward me, holding the knife outwards. Quickly, I said, "Who were they?"

            That made him pause. "Who?"

            I coughed a few times. Since I was about to die, I could do anything I wanted. "Hillsborough County, Florida. Five years ago. Grizzly Bear's Pizza and Arcade."

            He was quiet for a moment. He was just staring at me through that costume. His body was completely still. In the quietest voice possible, he asked, "Who told you about that?"

            "It doesn't matter who." I pushed myself farther back against the wall, hoping I could use the wall to push myself upwards. "Two girls went missing. Who were they?"

            He was quiet again. Then, he chuckled. That chuckle turned into a laugh. A loud, maniacal laugh. He then sighed, like he was recalling a fond memory. "Ah, those siblings? I killed them. They were my actual first."

            I wasn't giving up. Given the chance I got out, I wanted to be able to tell anyone anything I knew. "What did you do to them?"

            "I did to them what I did to Amanda. Just, in my very first animatronic experiment."

            I was breathing heavily. I was more conscious than before, but not enough. It wasn't fucking enough. "What experiment?"

            He was admiring the knife in his hand. "Ah, it was Freddy, just a separate color. He was yellow. A prototype for Freddy, almost. I shoved those two girls inside of it, and stored the animatronic in my warehouse. Nobody ever found it."

            I must've been looking at him like he was insane. He wanted to become Afton. He idolized Afton. He still didn't elaborate on the fact that he wanted my soul, and in a way, I didn't think I wanted to know what he was getting at. I just said, "You're insane."

            "I am." He stepped toward me again, and I flinched. "Now, hold still. If you don't struggle, this won't hurt you."

            He stepped toward me. He was too close, and the knife was far too big. "Get away from me."

            "You have no choice, now. Be quiet."

            He got closer. I didn't want to die. "Get away from me!"

            He was just chuckling. He kept getting closer, and that knife kept approaching my throat. It was slowly getting closer, like it was playing out in slow motion. As much as I didn't enjoy how simple college life was, I didn't want to die. I didn't want to forget about my coworkers. I thought about everyone. I didn't want to leave them. What about my family? As much as they annoyed me, I couldn't help but think about how they would feel if I was dead. And even then, would they ever find my body? Would they just think I was missing, and ghosted everyone like people thought Amanda did? Would I just spend death decomposing in an animatronic?

            No. I didn't want that. I yelled, "I said, get the fuck away from me!"

            I was going to kick him, but his movement stopped. My movement stopped, and so did my voice. The loud sound that came from our right was loud enough to scare us both. It echoed through my head, and I watched the object fly across the room.

            It was the door.

            The door had been kicked off its hinges.

            Sam's head was facing the door, and mine slowly turned. The knife never left the area in front of my throat, even when the third party entered the room. I just watched as Springtrap walked into the room, eyes focused entirely on Sam.

            It stood there, processing the information in front of it. It asked, "What are you doing to her?"

            Sam seemed entertained. He swore Springtrap couldn't turn itself on, so I assumed he had to have been laughing off fear. He said, "Are you stupid? I'm going to kill her!"

            "Kill her?"

            "Yes." Springtrap stood there, completely still. Sam looked back at me and said to it, "And if you plan on doing nothing, just leave this room. You can't stop me."

            That's when I heard it. It sounded like a circuit blew inside of it. It was a small sound, but enough to make Sam freeze. My eyes never left Springtrap. Its eyes were dark, and it looked like it'd powered off. However, I could see its fingers twitching. Then, its head twitched, moving back up to its normal position.

            "I can stop you." Its voice sounded different. Malevolent. Angry. Its body language was entirely different. I watched as the eyes powered back on, now a very dark red. It was like its entire programming had flipped on a dime. Its mood was beyond aggressive. All of its finger joints snapped into place as it stated:

            "I will fucking kill you."