#ler!springtrap

Gregory left the elevator with great hesitation. He turned on his flashlight and looked around the room. There was a sense of dampness…a cold, eeriness to the place. Gregory couldn’t really describe it very well. The black and white checkered floors reminded him of a super large version of an old checker set. Just seeing the black and white squares made him wanna skip over the black boxes to make it onto the white boxes. No stepping on the cracks, or you’ll break your mother’s back, right? 

Or…that’s what his grandma used to say, anyway…

Gregory turned off his flashlight for a moment to admire the red, rusty, neon sign that read [Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place] in two different fonts. The words “Freddy Fazbear’s” were in cursive, while the words “Pizza Place” were in normal handwriting. The way the sign was designed, made it look like hot molten lava was poured into the dents of the letters before they put the sign up. The ‘molten lava’-looking design made the letters light up without much of a light source. Though there were dotted lights around the outside of the archway, he would assume that the letters were made using lights. 

The whole sign itself looked rusted, old and eerie, but…strangely beautiful. 

Gregory kept looking around at the large place hidden under the pizzaplex with his flashlight. He kept a watchful eye on every corner of the room…occasionally turning around to make sure no one was staring at him or approaching him from behind. He could feel eyes on him…but he couldn’t determine where those eyes were coming from. Were they from the cameras that filled this area of the pizzaplex? Or…were they the real eyes of an animatronic or human? Perhaps they are the translucent eyes of a lost soul that lay deep under this big place meant for children…He did hear of the secrets of this place…so it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for there to be at least one ghost under this place…

CLANG! 

“AAAH-” Gregory screamed as he lost his footing and landed right onto the dusty ground. Gregory groaned and spat some flem out, feeling like he had just fallen right into a pile of straight dust…because the moment he tried to breathe, Gregory started violently coughing and hacking. The dust he had breathed in, quickly began to coat the inner air sacs in his lungs with tickly particles of what seemed to be old man’s dust…like the kind of dust that filled an elders house that had been abandoned for decades. But everytime he coughed out some dust, he would breathe in instinctively and fill his lungs with even more dusty particles. The stupid cycle of coughing and irritation continued to plague him, filling his poor lungs with all sorts of both microscopic, and visible foreign particles that didn’t belong in his lungs. 

Long story short, his lungs were DYING. 

After what felt like hours, Gregory finally stopped coughing. He let in long breaths of relief as he finally got his respiratory system back under control. With his body somewhat back to normal, Gregory picked up the fallen flashlight and turned it back on. He wanted to find out what he had tripped on, to end up on the ground in the first place. Gregory soon found the somewhat large-looking thing that stuck out of the ground. It…looked like rusted metal. But upon further inspection, Gregory realized two things: 

1: this really WAS rusted metal. 

And 2: This metal thing was connected to a body. 

Gregory slowly raised his flashlight beam up to look at the rest of the large being that laid on the ground before him. At first, it looked like a strange collection of metal and wires…but then he started to notice the metal pieces that resembled arms, a torso, and even a head. This was a metal body. Was it an animatronic? Or was it a cyborg? It was incredibly hard to tell due to both the darkness, and the state of the body. If this was a human body, this being would’ve rotted away by now, leaving nothing but bones and its prosthetics. But this being was not made of any organic material…not from what he could see, anyway…

Gregory brought himself around the side of the body, and shined his flashlight even closer to the face. Gregory quickly noted the metallic look of the face, and the design of the jaw, the deep eye sockets, and the…ears? Nubs on his head? Whatever they were, they looked ‘animatronic’-like. So…Gregory followed his gut feeling and declared this body an animatronic. With that underway, Gregory started to admire the inner workings of the animatronic through the many holes that covered the animatronic. The top layer of the animatronic looked like rotting, moist fur…it looked disgusting…Even babies would refuse to touch such a vile material. And babies are famous for touching things and shoving things in their mouths! So if a baby is grossed out, then everyone else should be too. 

Feeling a cold breeze covering his arms, Gregory quickly took the teal sweater he had collected in the bathroom stall near the bakery, and put it on himself. It was a couple sizes too big, but he wasn’t complaining. It’s so much warmer than just the t-shirt and shorts. Gregory then used his longer sleeve to push the ugly looking animatronic onto its side, to see if there were any controls. And right after the metal crashed against the floor on its face, Gregory looked…and sure enough, there were controls hidden on the back. 

And unfortunately, flipping the animatronic onto its belly would be his first mistake…as Gregory wouldn’t end up seeing the animatronics' bright eyes from his angle, which would’ve told him ‘Hey…I’m alive’. 

Gregory looked at the back, and clicked a rusted, black button. What does this button do? 

Suddenly, metal joints started screeching as the animatronic body started moving bit by bit. Telling by the severity of the screeching and squeaking, the body needed some serious WD40…But that didn’t really matter right now because THE ANIMATRONIC WAS ALIVE, AND MOVING ON ITS OWN. GET THE HELL OUTTA THERE! YOU’RE GOING TO  D I E!

Gregory screeched in horror, and dropped his flashlight yet again as he sprinted away from the ugly, terrifying animatronic. As he ran, Gregory jumped around, using the white boxes to jump over the black boxes. Cause why wouldn’t you?! Why else would there be checkered floors!? Yes, this is a terrible time to be playing hopscotch on checkered floors. But he’s still moving, is he not?! Plus, jumping around will help him be action ready for any cracks and holes in the floor. So besides the creepy, giant animatronic chasing him, it is a win-win situation. 

Gregory ran all the way to the nearest doorway he could find, which ended up leading him into the old pizza place’s kitchen. Even though he felt slightly safe, Gregory still felt he needed to keep running and jumping around. That would end up being his second mistake…because it didn’t take long for Gregory to fall into a cutlery cart and knock over several glass plates. CRASH! CRASH-CRASH-CRAAASH! 

“AAAH!” Gregory screamed, covering his ears as the crashing plates made his little ears ring. 

When the plate crashing finally finished, Gregory opened one eye and uncovered his ears slowly…only for him to widen both his eyes upon seeing the animatronic’s wide, lime green eyes staring right into the boy’s soul. 

Gregory looked at the animatronic…before slowly looking over at the exit door. He looked at the animatronic again…before looking back over at the exit door…With one last look at the animatronic, Gregory took off running to the exit. But the animatronic was even faster than he could predict…because that animatronic would end up catching him in a matter of seconds and carrying his short little butt out of that kitchen. All the while Gregory screamed and wiggled around, begging for help. 

“HELP! AAAAAH! HELLOOO?!” Gregory shouted as loud as he could. He kicked his legs, threw his arms around, and shouted as loudly as he could without making his voice go hoarse. 

But amidst his struggles and screams…a narrow, cold finger touched against Gregory’s lips…it was a signal…an attempt to make Gregory lower his voice and give up. But like hell he’s gonna do that! Gregory grabbed the animatronic’s wrist and threw it aside, before screaming and wiggling all over again. “HELP! FREDDY HELP ME! HELLOOOO?!” Gregory shouted. 

The animatronic let out a low, robotic sound that sounded a small bit like an annoyed sigh. Then, the animatronic started to squeeze his ribs. 

This halted Gregory’s screaming, and made him let out more of a squeak than a scream. “eeEEK!” Gregory felt a small wobbly smile growing on his face as he fought the urge to laugh. What was the animatronic doing?! Was the animatronic’s ticklish squeezing intentional?! Or by accident? 

The animatronic then stopped, and looked at Gregory…almost with newfound curiosity, or surprise. 

Gregory’s fear very slowly began to lessen as he looked up at the animatronic’s green eyes with surprise and slight worry. “S…Sorry…” Gregory muttered. 

The animatronic tilted its head, giving Gregory a look of confusion. 

“W-Why did I squeal like a mouse?” Gregory clarified. 

The animatronic nodded its head. 

Gregory looked down slightly, embarrassed. “It…tickled a bit…” Gregory admitted. 

The rusty animatronic straightened its head and gave Gregory’s belly a little poke with its cold thumb. Surprised by both the temperature of the finger as well as the tickly feeling, Gregory jumped and shivered at the same time. “Ohoho gohohohosh…” Gregory muttered. The animatronic removed its thumb, before pressing down on his belly again, earning more giggles from Gregory. “eeEEHEhehehe! Sohohorryhy.” Gregory giggled, growing embarrassed. 

The animatronic opened its jaw, looking like it was attempting to say something, or trying to smile at him. It was really hard to tell. The animatronic’s voice seemed to be useless or missing…because the animatronic had not spoken a word or made very many sounds before now. The only sound the animatronic has made up till now, was a sigh of agitation. And even then, Gregory couldn’t tell if that was even from the animatronic, or if it was a distant noise. 

Gregory found the tickles, his own giggles in response, AND the animatronic’s reaction to be super embarrassing. It gave him the intense need to cover up his face. And it didn’t take long for Gregory to finally give into the feeling. He covered up his face with both his own hands and shook his head. “Plehehehehease stohohohop.” Gregory begged. 

The animatronic stopped tickling just for a moment…before wrapping a hand around Gregory’s throat and squeezing. Gregory yelped and grunted, shocked by the sudden change in direction. 

OH GOD NO- 

“WAAa-” Gregory tapped his hand on the arm of the animatronic, begging for the creature to let go. THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANTED!

Seeing the tapping, the animatronic let go of his neck. Gregory let in large gulps of breath, trying to make up for the oxygen he wasn’t able to get during those few seconds. “What…what was that for?!” Gregory reacted. 

The animatronic leaned in. “Either you laugh…or you die.” The animatronic said with its hoarse, raspy voice. 

Gregory gasped and stared at the animatronic with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Those were his choices? His choices were to get tickled, or get killed?! Gregory immediately knew what he would prefer. It was obvious: He would rather be tickled. Now, he needed to make sure the animatronic knew and understood that.

“I’ll laugh.” Gregory told it. 

The animatronic nodded its head and started skittering its fingers onto Gregory’s little belly and sides. 

“OHOHOhoho gohohohosh! YAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Gregory laughed, shaking his head wildly. 

The animatronic opened its jaw in an attempt to smile as it tickled near Gregory’s belly button. “Gitchy gitchy goo.” The animatronic teased in a monotone voice. 

Gregory could feel his face heating up with embarrassment. Because for some weird reason…this animatronic’s unenthusiastic voice was MORE TEASY, THAN GLAMROCK FREDDY’S TEASES EVER WERE! No joke! Was it that Springtrap was more threatening, while Freddy was more playful? Or was it Springtrap’s low voice that made the teases more embarrassing than Freddy’s baby voice?! He couldn’t tell you. 

Gregory gasped and shrieked as the animatronic accidentally tickled right in his belly button. “WaitWAITNOHOHO BEHEHELLY BUHUTTOHOHON!” Gregory begged. 

But the animatronic only took this pleading as a blunt request…to go for his belly button. “Okay.” He said, before sticking one of the rusty, nimble fingers into his belly button. 

Gregory cackled rather hysterically and threw his arms around. “WAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAT DIHIHID IHIHI JUHUST SAHAHAHAY?!” Gregory yelled, shaking his head left and right. 

“You said ‘no belly button’. So I’m tickling your belly button.” The animatronic told him. 

“EHEXACTLYHYHYHY!” Gregory yelled back. “YOHOHOU SUHUHUHUCK!” Gregory shot at him. 

“Whatever.” The animatronic said with no concern, or even any type of emotion. “Shut up and focus on laughing.” the animatronic added, dipping his finger further into the boy’s belly button. 

Gregory squealed and wiggled around a little more harshly as he laughed his head off in the animatronic’s arms. “GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Gregory shouted. 

“It’s either laugh, or die. Those were your choices.” The animatronic told him. “BUHUHUHUT THIHIHIS MUHUHUCH?! IHIHIHI’M DYHYHYHYING!” Gregory shouted. 

If the animatronic could’ve, it probably would’ve rolled its eyes at Gregory. “You’re so dramatic. It is not that bad.” The animatronic told him. 

“SAHAHAYS THEHE ROHOHOBOT!” Gregory argued. 

“Current robot.” The animatronic mentioned. “Former human.” He added, stopping his fingers and removing his finger from the boy’s belly button. 

Gregory breathed somewhat heavily as he sat there in the old animatronic’s arms. He was leaning back, showing signs of exhaustion. Noticing this, the animatronic fixed the boy’s positioning and cradled him like a baby. Despite the small sense of doom he felt, Gregory actually cuddled himself into the animatronic’s arm. Though the arm felt bony and lumpy, it was…surprisingly comfy enough to just sleep on. It felt like a grassy field, honestly. Lumpy and hard, but still tolerable enough to sleep on. 

When Gregory felt he was calmer and more put together, Gregory sat himself up and got out of the animatronic’s arm. “So…you said you were a human?” Gregory asked. 

“Yes.” The animatronic replied. “My name was Dave Miller.” He admitted, using his fake name. 

“Hmm…” Gregory muttered. “I’m Gregory.” 

The animatronic nodded his head. “You’re lucky to be alive.” it told him. “You are the first child I haven’t killed yet.” it mentioned. 

Gregory widened his eyes. “...Oh…” was all he could say to this. This human in the animatronic was either super blunt, super psychopathic, or a toxic mix of both. 

“...‘Oh’? That’s it?” The animatronic asked. “No ‘thank you for resisting the urge to kill me’? No ‘thank you for considering my feelings over yours’?” The animatronic said next. 

“I…” Gregory shook his head and started to walk away. “I think I’m gonna…” 

“Not even a ‘Thank you for making me laugh instead of making me scream’?!” The animatronic yelled, growing more angry. 

Gregory gulped and attempted to get further away from the animatronic. “No. You’re weird. And creepy.” Gregory complained. 

The animatronic growled and started to reach out and grab Gregory. But Gregory slapped the hand away, attempting to run away. “HEY! GREGORY!” The animatronic yelled, reaching his arm out and trying to run after him, only to slip on a mix of mold and water, falling to the ground onto his face. 

Gregory kept running, refusing to stop. 

“WAIT!” Gregory could hear behind him. 

When the boy was more than 10 feet away, Gregory finally halted to a stop. Gregory slowly and hesitantly turned around, nervous. “Y…Yes?” He asked. 

“Please…don’t go…” The animatronic begged. “I’ve been so lonely…And-and that wasn’t me. That was my program taking over.” The animatronic insisted. 

Gregory stared at him, unsure whether to trust this creepy animatronic-human cyborg or not. 

“I’m a lot nicer in real life. I had a wife and kids. I loved them.” He tried to tell him. “I loved kids. That’s why I was in this suit…to make kids happy.” The animatronic admitted. 

Gregory frowned. “You said I’m the first child you haven’t killed yet.” Gregory reminded him. “So that means you’ve killed every other child you’ve come across.” Gregory put the pieces together out loud. “So if you really did love entertaining children…then why would you kill them?” Gregory asked, finding the hole in his words. 

“That-...That was the programming.” the animatronic admitted. “I couldn’t stop the programming from taking over.” it tried to explain. 

Gregory frowned even more. “Nice try, sir. You specified it was a suit…” Gregory added. “Meaning you can take it on and off anytime you want.” Gregory added. “What year was your suit made?” Gregory asked. 

“1981.” The animatronic admitted. 

“Ah…1980’s animatronics were not smart enough to take over minds.” Gregory told him. “I know that well. Only in movies would they take over minds. And movies are fake. Unlike real life.” Gregory added next. 

The animatronic went silent. No words or sounds left its mouth. 

Michael was terrified. He knew he was screwed the moment he arrived to take this damn shift. He kept an eye on the green thing in the corner of the building through Cam 8, and switched his screen to Cam 7 next. 

He was nervous about what he couldn’t see. He knew the ghost animatronics were hiding somewhere…he saw the freddy one appear on the cameras about an hour ago. But would it appear again? Michael had no idea. But he was determined to find out. He switched to Cam 4, to see what was going on there. 

Nothing. 

He moved to Cam 2 next and looked back and forth. 

Nothing. 

He moved to Cam 5 and stared at the screen. 

Still nothing. 

Suddenly, loud beeping sounds filled the room! He looked away from the TV and looked at the building. The light was fading and lighting up. Looks like the ventilation is down again. Michael pulled up the tablet nearby and clicked the ‘Ventilation’ button to reset the ventilation system. 

Because…that’s a thing you can do in the 2030’s now. You can reset the ventilation system with just the click of a button. 

Michael watched as the ventilation fixed itself and showed the word ‘Ventilation’ in green. Michael put the tablet down and SCREECHED as he saw the limping animatronic limp across the other side of the front window. He held up the tablet as a weapon, and watched as the broken Freddy animatronic limped from the right side of the window, to the left. But once it disappeared behind the left side of the window, the Freddy animatronic seemed to disappear altogether! Where did it go?! And HOW?!

Michael looked at the TV again, and noticed he could only see black in the camera footage. He looked at the top left of the screen, at the red text: 

‘Video error’

He opened up the tablet and clicked the ‘Camera System’ button. The camera system started loading, fixing itself automatically. It soon stopped loading, and Michael looked back at the cameras to see where the broken bunny animatronic was. 

He looked at Cam 5. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 6. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 8. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 10. 

Nothing. 

He looked at Cam 4. 

Still nothing. 

He looked away from the camera and towards the door- 

A big, bunny thing looked at Michael. “Boo.” 

Michael SCREAMED and fell backwards into the chair. The bunny reached his arms out and grabbed Michael immediately. With Michael’s sides in the bunny’s grasp, the bunny lifted him up like a Dad would lift a toddler up. 

Michael yelped and had his eyes widened as he kicked his feet and breathed rapidly from anxiety. 

“No!” Michael tried to twist himself around to get out of his grip. “NO NO NO-” Michael froze in place as he felt a strong squeeze of both his sides. 

The sound left his mouth too fast for him to stop it. And it was embarrassing. 

It was a high-pitched EEEEP! sound. 

And Michael covered up his mouth almost as fast as he let out that sound. The bunny froze as well, staring at him with its mouth open slightly, probably expressing shock on its face. Michael slowly looked over to the bunny with a mortified expression on his face. The bunny looked unsure what to do. 

Michael slightly uncovered his mouth. “......Sorry…T-Ticklish…” Michael admitted. 

The bunny continued to stare at Michael. It still looked shocked. Shocked to hear such a reaction, and shocked to hear such a strange reply. Not sure what else to do, the bunny slightly tightened its grip on Michael’s sides and lowered Michael down. 

Michael’s breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes shut. He grabbed the animatronic’s hands as he felt the bunny squeeze and loosen its hands on Michael’s sides multiple times in a row. Michael bit his lip tightly as he felt a wobbly smile developing on his own lips. 

The bunny looked down at Michael’s sides as it started to switch tactics. The bunny started to squeeze his sides one hand at a time. Left hand squeeze, right hand loosen. Right hand squeeze, left hand loosen. Repeat, repeat, repeat. 

Michael grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as he shook his head left and right, trying to keep his reactions at a minimum. Was the bunny…trying to tickle him?! But…Why?! And what could the bunny possibly gain from tickling him?! 

Michael opened his eyes wide the moment the bunny stopped tickling. The bunny placed Michael’s feet onto the ground, and watched as Michael used his legs to properly stand up. 

“What are you- PFFFFTAHAHAHAAA!” Michael suddenly broke out in laughter as the bunny went for one of his worst spots: The dreaded armpits. “OHGOHOHOHOD! WHAHAHAT THEHE HEHEHEHELL!?” Michael yelled, struggling to push himself away from the bunny. 

Unfortunately, because the animatronic was…well, an animatronic, Michael could only do so much due to his own weak, fleshy body. Naturally, a metallic thing is much stronger than a human. Why did his father have to have a hand in making these huge, strong, death machines?! 

But then again, the death machine must have some sort of humanity to it…because it had decided tickling would be the best course of action at this moment. The animatronic soon moved its fingers down towards Michael’s ribs. Michael guffawed and threw his head back as his laughter went up a couple pitches. “WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHO! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael cackled and laughed. 

The worst part was that Michael could hear his own laughter echoing off the questionable walls in the Fazbear Frights building. It only made his situation a little bit more embarrassing. It felt almost worse being able to hear your own voice echoing through an old building. 

Imagine explaining this to the manager… ‘Um…So I died because that animatronic you found in the alley, had come to life and found me…and you can probably tell by the video cameras that the animatronic tickled me before killing me. Sorry! You can have your money back.’ 

Like, imagine writing a report on that! 

[Full Name: Michael Afton 

Age: 46

Date: July 18, 20XX

Description of incident: Security guard was found by an animatronic and killed onsite. Security cameras recorded laughter, and Cam 1 showed the security guard being tickled for about 30+ minutes before being killed.] 

Talk about embarrassing…

The animatronic moved its large left fingers off of Michael’s ribs and up to Michael’s neck. Michael squealed as the animatronic’s index finger snuck itself into Michael’s jawline and tickled the front and sides of his neck. Michael’s laughter was lessened to giggles from this action alone, which gave Michael the chance to somewhat recover. But he was still being forced to laugh at a time like this…just not as hard. 

So another mental note: this animatronic understands the fragility of humans. Have animatronics really evolved to the point of understanding a human’s capabilities?! 

Michael lifted his hands up to the animatronic’s wrists and tried to pull the fingers away from his own neck. But it was like pulling a metal bar down with human strength alone. It was impossible. 

And then Michael watched as the animatronic’s fingers, with Michael’s left hand still pulling on it, started moving towards Michael’s chin. 

“Nohohoho- Ihihihi, Ihihi ahaham nohot a dohohog!” Michael told the animatronic. 

The animatronic looked at Michael for a few seconds, and tilted its head to the right. Michael looked up at the animatronic and widened his eyes in surprise. 

Did…Did it just react?! 

Michael let out a loud, humiliating snort as he felt the animatronic’s index and middle fingers tickle his chin. Michael tried to cover up his neck by pushing his chin down to his lower neck, but he couldn’t properly squish the animatronic’s fingers down to immobilize them. The animatronic fingers just kept on tickling, much to Michael’s dismay. 

Michael was losing his balance, and using the animatronic’s body to lean against. The animatronic just let him use its arms as a ledge while the bunny animatronic continued to tickle him. Michael was just a mess of snorts and giggles…and he was getting weaker and weaker by the second. 

“Ohohokahahay, thahahat’s ehehenohohough!” Michael ordered. 

The animatronic paused its tickling, and was fully prepared to argue against Michael’s statement…but it decided to stay quiet. The bunny just resumed tickling his neck again. Michael snorted as the tickling resumed, and giggled as the wobbly smile grew right back onto his face. “Whahahahat?! Cohohome ohohohon!” Michael complained. 

The animatronic opened its mouth, almost like it was smirking at him. And to make things worse, the bunny decided to move its right hand to the belly button and tickle his belly button. 

Michael’s eyes practically bulged out of his head as he SCREAMED! “MEHEHERCYYYYYY!” Michael screamed! In no time at all, Michael had completely flopped down onto his back and held his own stomach. He was just rolling around and cackling all giddy. Just that one poke was enough to make Michael drop to his knees. “Ohohogohohosh…aaaahahahahaha…” Michael mumbled. 

The bunny looked at Michael with its head tilted and its mouth closed. It looked like it was admiring Michael a little bit. Almost like…it didn’t want to kill him anymore…

“Nothing’s changed…” The bunny finally spoke. 

Michael exhaled heavily and slowly looked up at the bunny. “Wha….what?…what?” Michael replied, confused. 

The bunny just stared at him with its forcefully wide eyes. Except…the forcefully wide eyes didn’t seem to effect Michael as much as he expected. Even though his eyes looked like that, he still looked like he was admiring him…with some sort of loving eyes. 

The bunny offered Michael its left hand up. Michael looked at the bunny’s hand, confused. “So…you’re not going to kill me?” Michael asked. 

The bunny just stayed silent, and opened its fingers a bit more. This was its way of saying “Take my hand…I insist”. 

Michael hesitantly took the bunny’s hand and yelped as the bunny lifted him up a bit quicker than he was expecting. Michael cleared his throat and looked down for a bit, unsure what to say. 

But the bunny had an idea of what to do. 

The bunny poked Michael’s belly button again and opened itsmouth, almost like a smile. “Still ticklish.” The bunny mentioned. 

Michael giggled and tried, but failed, to push the bunny’s hand away from him. He held his own stomach with his other hand, while holding his right hand up in front of himself to keep a distance between the bunny and himself. 

“You are just as ticklish as when you were little…” the bunny told him. 

Michael was too giddy and dazed to realize what the animatronic had just said. “Ihihi-” Michael looked up at the bunny. “Hohohow dihihid…” Michael snapped back into reality. 

Wait, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY?! 

“You…..You know me?” Michael asked. 

The bunny twitched its left ear and tilted its head the other way. The bunny said nothing. It opened its arms, almost like it was hoping for a hug. But it still said nothing. 

“No seriously, who are you?” Michael asked. “Because no one knew about my ticklish lower jaw. No one! Not even my girlfriend!” Michael reacted. “No one except for my family! And most of my family’s dead! My sister possessed Circus baby, my brother was crushed by Golden Freddy, and my Dad’s gone to who knows fucking where…” Michael added. 

The bunny listened to Michael explain what became of his own family. How was he not realizing the truth yet? Did he really have to spell it out for him?! 

“Michael…” The bunny said. “Mikey mouse…” the bunny said next. 

Michael looked up at the bunny with a mix of shock and horror on his face. Now that he said that nickname…that damn nickname that he hated for so long…he was starting to recognize the voice. It was…a bit more raspy than usual…but damn, did it still sound like him! 

“D-Dad?” Michael said. 

The bunny opened its mouth wide and stuck its head out of the animatronic mouth. “Hello, ol’ sport.” He said. 

Michael covered his mouth and started to breath faster and faster. He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as he paced the room, stuttering and mumbling under his breath. “Thiscan’tbetrue. Thiscan’tbetrue. Nofuckingway,man. Noway. It’stoofuckeduptobetrue.” He whispered to himself. 

“I…I’m sorry-”

“DON’T YOU FUCKING LIE TO ME!” Michael shouted at him. “DON’T EVEN TRY THAT, YOU CRAZY, VENGEFUL, LYING-”

“DON’T FUCKING SWEAR AT ME!” The bunny shouted at him. 

Michael went silent. 

“This is how you treat your old man?!” The bunny reacted. 

“When you’re so old you should be dead, then yes.” Michael replied. 

“Just…listen to me…for one second.” The bunny told him. 

Michael crossed his arms, annoyed yet letting him talk. 

“I was hiding in a closet…trying to get away from…” The bunny paused. “The children.” 

“The children you murdered.” Michael reminded him. 

The bunny sighed. “I got into the suit to hide…I didn’t know the roof was leaking when I put the suit on.” The bunny admitted. 

Michael softened his expression a bit. 

“The…the suit parts snapped out of place and crushed me inside…” the bunny expected. “I died in the suit…and wasn’t found until…” The bunny’s words strayed. “What year is it?”

“2023.” Michael replied. 

“WHAT?!” The bunny shouted. 

Michael winced at the loud reaction. 

“It…it was 1993 when I died…” The bunny told him. 

Michael looked down. “I think it’s best if we go our separate ways.” 

The bunny tilted his head. “But…we just reunited.” The bunny reminded him. 

Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I got all the answers I needed. I know what happened to you now, I know you’re still here, and…we can both go back to just…existing in this world.” Michael told him. 

“Hm.” The bunny mumbled. “You’re embarrassed by me.” 

Michael frowned. “When you kill 5 children and unintentionally kill 3 others, then…yes. I’m embarrassed by you.” Michael told him. 

Michael looked towards the TV, and immediately noticed that the cameras were black. The word ‘Video error’ was visible on the top right side of the footage. 

“I need to recalibrate the cameras.” Michael told the bunny. 

The bunny nodded and decided to just leave him be. He walked out of the office and let Michael finish his shift. It was 4:00 at this point, and he had roughly 2 hours until he had to leave. 

When the hour reached 6, Michael packed up his things and started to leave. 

“See you on Monday, Michael.” The bunny said to him. 

Michael nodded. “See you then.” He replied, before walking to the entrance of the building. When he reached the entrance, Michael grabbed out some documents from his pocket. He read them for a couple seconds before crumpling them up and putting them onto the ground