#springtrap speaks

@golden5th

"HSSSSSSS!"

He stumbled back and stared at her with his ears folded down.

My parents always ignored me, or disrespected me. They werent bad, I think they didnt liked me because they had to pay all my operations... Actually, I prefered that, I consider myself pretty independent, I didnt need them. I experienced adult life even before graduating from primary school. I performed poorly there because of that, repeating three years. The school didnt want me another year but saw unfair to kick me, so they just made me pass everything. Then I quit the first year of highschool and started to work at my uncle's garage.

I already liked cars because him, so I didnt have much trouble learning the basics. I worked hard everyday and saved enough to move out of home once I was an adult... The only problem was that, when I was 12, my parents wanted me to economically suport them so they could rise my young brother, also called "Simon" (like me) since they saw him as a better me. I had to tell my uncle to keep my savings until I could use them and lie.

My younger brother, Simon, born 10 years after me. He didnt got sick, and seemed more successful in school, so he clearly gained all my parents atention. He lived a king's life (as far as my parents economy let him). Anyone would think I hate him: wrong. Well, I did the first years, but he seemed to care more about me than anyone else, always sticking around me and even sometimes giving me his gifts. It makes sense that I paid him back, spending a bit of my savings on things for him too.

My first contact with car tuning was in the 80s, with my uncle's Mitsubishi Celeste GT. He always complained that it was slow for a sports coupe so, as a way to get a little extra payment and as a surprise, I gathered information about other tuners and reasembled the engine. I had to redo everything because the first time it finished horrible, with two cylinders missfiring, but the 2nd time I managed to make it run a little more (yet I got nothing but a lecture from my uncle, totally asked for). Also, a certain incident with the carburator springs made my brother think on the nickname "Springtrap" but honestly I dont see the relation between the incident and the nickname.

My uncle retired and passed the garage to me in the middle 80s. That's when I changed the name and started my own tuning garage, as a personal proyect to learn and become the best tuner. I investigated other's work, even I asked the Hell's tuner to prepare what was my actual car (a Mitsubishi Starion) to see how he did that kind of work. In 1994, as a gift for my brother for getting his license, I got the car my parents bought to him and prepared it. I knew my legacy, that my builds were too wild and unreliable, so his was diferent. I prepared his RX7 so it was easy to drive and reliable enough to hold several laps on Yokohama (the closest Shutoko area to where we lived). Honestly, I dont know how I did it or if I could do it again... Also, that year I married a girl from Saitama and had a daughter, who was more lucky than her father.

Then, in the 98, it happened. I had half prepared a special proyect, a top speed oriented engine where I put all my experience and my money, learnt from undoing my own's car tuning, prepared like Kitami Jun's work... A 3S-GTE wich I dared to rebrand as its race counterpart, the 3S-GT. I worked in that engine for three years, I pulled away from everyone only to spend the msot time posible on it. My wife left me with my daughter, and most of my friends decided that I was a lost cause. Since I had a client that asked for a job of this magnitude, I swapped his engine for this one and used him as a test mule. Big mistake, the engine sent way too much force, was indomable... Ended up crashing, and the driver seriously injured. Even if it wasnt the first time someone crashed one of my cars, it was the worst one with diference. I quitted tuning and ditched all the proof that could relate the incident to me, promising to not work again on cars. I even denied my brother's maintenance.

Nowadays I work in a household appliances factory, I dont even drive. I sometimes contact my brother, but not as much as in the past since cars were what conected us the most. My daughter visits me twice a year, and my first childhood friend comes everyday to see how Im doing. Yet, I feel horrible, and like if I forgot something"

~I could not find another picture of RWQFSFASXC I am sorry~

It was close to 1:00 am when something stirred outside the Majin's house.

Springtrap was outside, moving a plastic laundry basket of electronics.

She was unlike anything he'd ever seen and perhaps his largest living threat. If he was to fulfill his new ambitions, she needed to be monitored. That's where the cameras came in.

He opened the suit's mouth wide and stuffed a security camera from his basket inside with a grunt. He started climbing a tree so he could point it at the front of her house. He didn't need to know more than that she was inside, so he was confident he'd only need to do this one or two more times.

He was too heavy to depend on the branches, so it was a good thing his grip was so strong. The only problem was that he couldn't maneuver well, so he had no choice but to snap the branches that got in his way.