#springtrap era

It’s only confirmed once she pays close enough attention to his working to notice how oddly uncoordinated he was during fixing up an endoskeleton, the clown getting up to draw near and rest a hand over his own,

“ I can tell sumn’ is amiss, sunflowa’. Ya ain’t this ditzy, that’s my job. You — are you hiccuping or choking ? “

She’s trying real hard not to shift into protection mode.

He probably shouldn't be doing this with a buzz. It made his work sloppy even if it did clear his mind of more bothersome thoughts. He couldn't get drunk... not in the usual way he used to. Liquor went right through him. Literally. He hand holes in is stomach from the springlock failure. He had found that overcharging in a charge station or similar had the same effect though.

Well, he looks like an animatronic. But he certainly doesn’t behave as one would do.

Betty had experienced malfunctioning time and time again due to her busted circuits and the clown was well accustomed to all the sharp seizing and jolting with mechanical twists and rotations — but he moved way too human to malfunction like an AI. Almost like a mascot costume.

The gears could audibly be heard, but so could the breathing. The bones. The skin stretching.

It set her protection protocol into overdrive.

“ Are you okay ? Do you need emergency help ? “

The warm blood dripped down his body as he gasped and groaned as his body started to grow cold. He was dying. Was he afraid, a little. That was normal though, wasn't it? Soon he would be immortal though bound to his beloved Spring Bonnie suit. He would die alone and once the remnant bound him, he would live again. It wasn't how he planned it but he could make it world until he made it out and to the test pizzeria under his home. That was William's current plan.

Then he heard the voice, an animatronic? This was not one of his... Henry's? Possibly but she looked older in the faint splinters of light that leaked through the ceiling. "Y...Yes..." He managed to reply revealing he was still as yet alive but for how much longer? He doubted it would be long.

Wonder why.

The rabbit taps at his cigar — then offers it to Springtrap.

“ Lucky I didn’t end up like that. I’ll take the bunny suit and constant asphyxiating feeling. “

That’s exactly how you make friends.

“ I can’t remember EVERYTHING about this timeline so you’re gonna hafta’ fill me in, buddy. How. “

Springtrap tilted his head a bit. "Yes well, I can't say I recommend it myself." He stated accepting the cigar and taking a drag via his human mouth before returning it. He preferred cigarettes but he wouldn't turn down a free nicotine hit. It was something he could still enjoy from his decaying human side.

The undead man hesitate a moment before stroking the clown animatronic's hair as she curled up on his lap. He had always loved circuses, as was evident by the Circus baby's pizzeria test site under his house. With a little work, he could fix her, maybe update her a bit and make use of her at his company. Well, assuming he could still be counted as the Owner of it in this state. All the same, he would not abandon her. All too often humans abandoned their creations, be it discarding them or dying due to the limits of the human body.

"Evan?" William stated his heartache apparently as his voice was so silent, falling to his knees he embraced his youngest boy and favored child. His mother may have named him Chris but he was always Evan to him. Tears streaked his face and for once the older man was the one crying. The springlock suit he was bound to might as well not be there. In this moment he was not "Springtrap" nor even "The Purple Guy" but just a man... A grieving father that had been able to see his lost child once more.

William wasn't expecting visitors. The old pizzeria was closed down and in disrepair. No one should be there. No one was coming. Those kids he killed got him good too. His old springlock suit had been exposed to moisture and water making it dangerous but it had been the only escape route. And now, Spring Bonnie would be his tomb. His eternally bound partner once Remnant brought him back.

Scared? Yes, he was. That was natural though, a logical reaction to feeling your body grow cold and your sense of feeling numbing. As he felt his mind start to haze, he heard foot steps. He couldn't tell if they were real or not, or if the figure of the woman, Wilhelmina, was really before him or not.