Adeline Vanderbilt

((Adult og Bobby! Their hair is still long, but properly combed out and styled compared to his Villain counterpart))

((They have the septum ring and snake bites that were ripped out in the Villain timeline by their bullies))

((Not as muscular as VB, but definitely healthier and happier than them))

Bobby "Friend" stared at the decrepit animatronic in front of him.

Ah...Springtrap, huh?

Ya...that was his name, wasn't it?

Bits of memories flashed before his eyes of a time before, when he was just a boy. Before the day he made that jump.

Seems like he'd finally caught up to the present. And it only took...what, thirty years?

"...Heh...you look like shit." The masked man tilted his head.

Like shit was an understatement. Just look at him. Covered in blood, grease, and god knows what else.

"Here I thought it was the most ragged looking thing out here.

Instead, this burly stranger stared right at him and spoke to him like he expected a response.

Why was that?

He hoped that it was just an old fan he didn't recognize who just acted strangely seeing him by a dumpster of all places.

"Wanna be friends?" he asked, wincing slightly like he was going to be struck.

That wouldn't work on him. Nah, he remembers him.

He remembers a nasty rabbit wanting to shove Addy and Cat inside those suits. He remember that goose he made just for him.

He figured that this Springtrap was the one before all that happened, but just because he didn't do the crime yet doesn't mean hes at all innocent.

"Friends? Heh, ya really wanna be friends with me?" He tilts his head before leaning down to his level.

"If we're friends...then...ya wanna know my favorite animal?"

He remembers his M.O. Make friends with somebody, ask them their favorite animal...Then next thing you know, there's a brand new suit made just for you.

((I think a mix of both))

((Because the KND kids really aren't normal kids. They're child soldiers who have to think on their feet in the field, and have to learn their opponents weaknesses.))

((Suddenly this behemoth comes out of nowhere and starts sending their operatives to the hospital. He tears apart their weaponry, beats them until arms and legs are broken, before just leaving them battered on the floor. Bobby's fighting style is purely hand to hand, and these kids are used to using their weaponry to level the playing field.))

((He does not allow that one bit, taking away weapons before forcing them to fight him head on. It doesn't matter if hes outnumbered by a sector, the only thing that matters is they fight with all they've got))

((Some kids I imagine would get more experience as his fights do teach them how to go against a bigger, tougher opponent without their weapons to back them up. They learn how to counter his attacks, and they can apply it to other villains too))

((Other kids though are left traumatized. While soldiers, they are still kids after all. They have nightmares about the masked man who absolutely brutalized them. They need months to heal, most needing physical therapy after. Half realize they aren't cut out for the KND and request to be decommissioned early. Fine by Bobby. Hes still culling the weak by driving out the ones who cant hack it))

((Then there's a secret third thing that happens. Some operatives take his lessons to heart. They start asking, "Why don't we start using lethals? Why don't we start killing villains? Just look at that one. Being imprisoned clearly isn't working since he keeps breaking out. And look how many kids hes hurt. This needs to end."))

Friend knocked back another energy drink. Was it a healthy habit? Maybe not, but he enjoyed the sugary drinks.

"Nothing I did was every good enough. Not homework, not cleaning the class. Nothin. Tried out for baseball one year and didn't make the cut because I wasn't "good" like the other boys. They called me a pansy every time they saw me. A damn pansy." Once he was done with the acrid drink, he crushed the can with ease.

"And when I got big and bad enough...I just thought...Well, who was gonna stop me? They already think I'm so terrible...why not play the part?" A deep rumble of a chuckle vibrated inside his throat.

"The last thing I said to them before stomping out their lights was...Who's the pansy now?"

Heh, ya. Certainly not him. Not anymore.

She knew she was too old to be carried around, but...

Being carried like she was a little kid again felt nice...

His arms fold; when he moves, there's a kind of dull, ghostly droning. He's still unhurried, far from impressed.

And yet, he caught a whiff of it again; like a taste in the air. Plucking whenever the girl stammered.

"If you'd told me that lackwit boy would be the only reference to my visage in the modern era, I'd have laughed in your face, and turned you to ash."

All his hard work, to be erased. He'd give the KND that - their methods were delightfully brutal. What better thing to target than memory?

Addy takes slow steps backwards to further distance herself from him. The entire time, she keeps her gaze trained on his form.

"...I-I noticed that too. That...no one...t-talks about you. Not my dad. N-Not the villains...No one. W...Why?"

Keep him talking, keep him talking. Maybe he'll give valuable information she could bring back to Nigel or Jacob?

...If she got out of this, that is...

She flinches slightly at the question.

Was her home still standing? Or was it just another tapioca factory?

...She didn't know...she wanted to run there and see for herself. Not knowing was worse than knowing. Not knowing gave you hope. Hope that everything was okay even when it was most likely not.

"...I-I...d-don't...k-know." Tears started rolling down her cheeks. Balled up fists rose to wipe them away.

Don't cry. You cant see right. Its all a blur, don't cry.

"T...Truth? What truth?"