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A Dr. Scraptrap fic for everyone? Yes :) I’m nervous, but I still really wanted to do this one.

Title: Didn’t Want To Be Her

Description: The rabbit wishes that he hadn’t stepped out when he had—or, that he had brought her with him.

Scraptrap stared at the creation of his laid across the table, smirking. He messed with a few of the items that were strewn about.

Ever since he began working on her, he chose to keep her in one of the more secure rooms of the building.

After all, she was one of his more... lengthy, projects—it would be an annoyance if something were to happen, and he’d have to start all over.

‘Scrap Baby.’ That was the name that the rabbit had chosen to call the clown. A fitting and nice name, he’d thought.

Progress is going well... He mentally noted, chuckling to himself. Soon—Scraptrap was certain—soon, she’d finally do what he wanted her to.

If not for some complications, the rabbit assumed that she would have been finished years ago. He supposed the substitutes were fine.

“Scraptrap.” Spring Bonnie’s voice finally broke the silence. It almost sounded like they were trying not to laugh. Not doing that amazing. Scraptrap thought.

“What? What is it?” He turned away from the clown, and to his right, where the yellow rabbit had been standing.

By the time he’d made the other rabbit his assistant, Scraptrap had already been making progress on Scrap Baby—albeit rather slowly.

Of course, now Spring Bonnie was helping with her—but the scientist recalled, during the earlier days, that it had been completely different.

Not wanting any mistakes to happen with such an important project—one that was already having issues—he had Spring Bonnie deal with other, less important things.

He knew that the yellow rabbit was good at what they did—but he didn’t want to risk any potential mishaps when already dealing with a problem.

When he finally let the yellow rabbit join in on working on her, it had been a rather huge relief. Scraptrap was glad that he had chosen them for an assistant.

Before discovering the other rabbit, Scraptrap recalled having other choices, but couldn’t remember what any of them ever looked like, or their names.

His reasons for not wanting them varied—however, it was typically because they either seemed far too clumsy, or the rabbit just... didn’t like them.

Staring at Spring Bonnie, he noticed how they were pointing past him. Sighing, the rabbit turned after a moment.

The thing about the room they were in, was that it had a keypad attached on the wall, to the right of the door. He knew the code, as well as his assistant.

It was rather high up, too. And the rabbit was almost certain that he had never told the code to either Plushtrap or Elizabeth before.

...Which was why the scientist never expected this to end up happening. He stared at the sight in front of him, frowning.

Standing in the entryway of the now opened door, was Plushtrap, grinning excitedly. On his shoulders was Elizabeth, who must have entered the code.

Scraptrap sighed, rubbing at his eyes. “Children, how did you...”

“Get in?” Plushtrap tilted her head to the side, snickering.

“Sorry, Daddy!” Elizabeth started to get off of her sibling. “We saw Spring Bonnie enter the code earlier. We just wanted to see...”

Once they were sure she was off, Plushtrap grabbed her hand, and scurried into the room, approaching the other two rabbits.

“That’s Scrap Baby?” Plushtrap and Elizabeth stared up at her. The smaller rabbit started to move closer, only for Scraptrap to pick him up.

“Yes, yes.” Scraptrap nodded, ears twitching. “But you two shouldn’t be in here. You should be back in bed, you should be asleep.”

For a second, Spring Bonnie glanced at a nearby clock, before returning their focus on the three. “Why are you two up at one in the morning?”

“Why are you?” Plushtrap responded.

“Plushtrap, we’re still-“ The yellow rabbit had started, only for Scraptrap to move closer, and place a finger against their mouth.

“Spring Bonnie, take the children back to their room, now. I should finish up a few things.”

He’d started to hand the smaller rabbit over to his assistant, only for Scraptrap to stop when he felt a tug against his other hand.

“What is it, Elizabeth?” The rabbit questioned, looking down after a moment.

“Not Spring Bonnie.” She shook her head. “Could you come with us instead, Daddy? Please?”

The rabbit sighed. He glanced between her and the clown for a moment. “I still need-“

“And maybe tell us a story? Pleaseee?”

“Elizabeth, Spring Bonnie could take you to bed, and still tell you a story.” He answered. She just frowned.

“Their stories are shit.” Plushtrap piped up.

The two scientists were silent for a moment, before Scraptrap released a wheeze, and knelt down. Spring Bonnie just frowned.

Spring Bonnie placed their head in their hands. “Plushtrap, where did you-“ Scraptrap was still laughing.

Finally clearing his throat after a moment, Scraptrap turned to stare at the yellow rabbit. He raised a brow, grinning. “What ones have you been telling my children?”

Spring Bonnie groaned, ears lowering. “Well, I had certainly thought that they were good ones!”

Scraptrap stood back up, but not before reaching over, and picking up Elizabeth as well, who was quick to cling to him.

“Alright, alright.” He looked down at them, both grinning. “I’ll take you both back to your room, okay?”

“And a story?” Elizabeth asked.

The rabbit sighed. “And a story, yes, Eli. But you both have to stay and sleep after that, am I clear?”

Elizabeth nodded.

Plushtrap wasn’t saying or doing anything—except for having a rather mischievous grin plastered on her face. Elizabeth snickered.

Scraptrap narrowed his eyes. “Plushtrap, I know that look. Do not do whatever it is.” His voice was firm. “When we get back, stay. in. your. room.”

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment, before Plushtrap groaned loudly, lowering his head. “Fine!”

Scraptrap hummed lightly. As he began to leave the room with them, the rabbit glanced back for a moment. “Spring Bonnie, finish up for tonight.”

The yellow rabbit nodded.

_____

Halfway to where the room was located, Scraptrap heard the sound of snoring. Looking down, Plushtrap seemed to be the source.

While, admittedly, there were a ton of corridors and rooms in the building, Scraptrap never found himself getting lost.

He’d shown the others around a lot—but even then, the rabbit typically found Spring Bonnie or Elizabeth having trouble with the building.

Scraptrap was almost certain that, on occasion, Plushtrap would get lost... but she still seemed to find a way to wherever they wanted to go—just in... strange ways, he’d say.

There was a ceiling vent right above Scraptrap’s bed in his room. He remembered, one night, where it had opened, and Plushtrap fell out.

Finally reaching the room, Scraptrap managed to get the door after shifting Elizabeth and Plushtrap into one arm. Then, he stepped inside.

Moving over to the right side of the room, he slowly placed Plushtrap in his bed, the smaller rabbit still rather loudly snoring.

“Alright, Elizabeth.” The rabbit started making his way over to her bed. “Do you still want me to tell you a...”

Trailing off, Scraptrap looked down at her. She’d been quiet throughout most of the walk down to the bedroom—and he assumed she just hadn’t wanted to say anything.

Now, though, he knew that she had to have fallen asleep—most likely not that long after Plushtrap had, Scraptrap guessed.

He placed his daughter in her bed, pulling the covers over Elizabeth. A moment later, he gently placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair.

“Sleep well, children.”

Removing his hand, the rabbit backtracked to the door, closing it behind him as he re-entered the corridor.

_____

Spring Bonnie groaned. Entering the code once again, they were greeted by the same thing—the keypad flashing red, followed by a beep, and the door remaining closed.

They typed it again once more. To their annoyance and confusion, the same thing occurred.

The yellow rabbit started to knock on the door after a second. “Scraptrap!” They called out. “Are you in there?? Something’s wrong with the door!”

A few seconds passed, before the door suddenly slid open after the keypad flashed green. Scraptrap was standing in the doorway.

He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong with it, Spring Bonnie.” He stepped out of the way to let them enter the room.

“Well, then why wasn’t it working?” The yellow rabbit questioned, moving past the scientist.

“I changed the password earlier today.” He simply answered. He made his way over to the table that Scrap Baby was laid on.

Spring Bonnie followed him. “Was it because of Plushtrap and Elizabeth?”

Scraptrap sighed, and then nodded. “I didn’t want them to come in and mess with anything.” The rabbit answered. “Especially Plushtrap.”

“Mmm... I wouldn’t be surprised if she managed to find a different way inside.” Spring Bonnie commented. They didn’t see any vents or anything, though.

Standing in front of Scrap Baby, the old rabbit held a clipboard and pen, skimming through everything that was already written down.

“Mm...” Scraptrap picked up the pen attached to the clipboard, and began to circle a few things listed.

“How long have you been in here?” The yellow rabbit questioned.

“Oh.” Scraptrap started waving a hand around dismissively for a moment. “Since about... four in the morning, I believe.”

Spring Bonnie looked towards the only clock in the room. It read: 8:10 PM. Sighing, they looked away, refocusing quickly on the green rabbit.

“You’ve been in here for that long?” The yellow rabbit’s ears twitched, and they frowned. “I thought you must have gone to sleep this time.”

Scraptrap set the clipboard down, and glanced towards his apprentice. “Well, after putting Elizabeth and Plushtrap to bed, I worked on a few things in my room.”

He moved closer to the table that Scrap Baby was laid across. “Then, I returned here. We’re getting closer, Spring Bonnie.”

“You think so?” The yellow rabbit asked. Should still probably sleep, though.

“I know so.” Scraptrap hummed. He reached forward, picking up one of Scrap Baby’s arms, seemingly inspecting it. “No more delays...”

The old rabbit chuckled, smirking. He let go of the clown’s arm, carefully placing it back on the table. “It’ll all be worth it.”

“Is she even going to be living?” Spring Bonnie questioned. “So far, I’ve only seen Plushtrap. How are you going to make that happen?”

So far, no response from Scraptrap, but the yellow rabbit continued. “How did you exactly do that with Plushtrap, by the way, Scraptrap?”

They remembered meeting Plushtrap after she was finished—and actually alive, but it was one of the things that they hadn’t had a part in.

It wasn’t really something that Spring Bonnie knew the reason for, though—and they typically never bothered Scraptrap to know.

There was still no response from the old rabbit. “Scraptrap?” The yellow rabbit raised an eyebrow.

He just seemed to be staring off at a nearby wall—however, they noticed the rather large smirk on his face. His laughter wasn’t very quiet, either.

Spring Bonnie rolled their eyes. “I know that look. It involves Henry, doesn’t it? You’ll deal with him using this?”

Ears twitching, Scraptrap looked away from the wall, and towards his assistant. “Well...” He cleared his throat.

“A purpose, yes. I might send her to mess with Henry,” He answered, “But trust me, Spring Bonnie. There are so many more purposes...”

_____

The children had slept in late—by the time he and Spring Bonnie left the room, Scraptrap assumed that they could have still been asleep in bed.

If not for the fact that, while walking down the corridor, Scraptrap and Spring Bonnie could hear something from above them. “What was that?”

Shrugging, the old rabbit paused, and looked up. Right where he had stopped, there was a vent on the ceiling. Scraptrap just sighed.

He immediately held out his hands—and just in time, too. Seconds later, Plushtrap fell from it, and was caught before hitting the floor.

Spring Bonnie looked around a little bit. “Plushtrap, how do you even keep getting into those?” They questioned. “Scraptrap, maybe we should do something about that.”

The scientist ignored them in favor of his child—or, rather, children—as footsteps could be heard, before Elizabeth entered the same corridor.

“Could you please watch a movie with us?” She grinned.

_____

Scraptrap found himself back in Scrap Baby’s room. He didn’t plan on doing too much—there were just a few minor things on his list that he wanted to get done.

He’d put his children to sleep earlier—and about thirty minutes earlier, Spring Bonnie had gone to sleep, too. They seemed pretty tired.

The rabbit would have requested that they stay with him, and work on Scrap Baby, but with how tired Spring Bonnie had seemed... Scraptrap didn’t want anything going wrong.

Just as Scraptrap started to reach for something, he suddenly froze upon hearing a rapid series of knocks coming from the other side of the door.

“D-Daddy?” A muffled voice came from the other side. Elizabeth, no doubt.

For a second, Scraptrap glanced at the clock that rested on the wall. 10:10 PM.

Scraptrap made his way over to the door, quickly entering the code on the keypad, and watched as it quickly slid open. “Yes, Eli-“

Once it was open, Elizabeth rushed forward into the room, and hugged her father as tight as she could.

“Elizabeth...” Scraptrap stared down at her. He placed an arm around her, before kneeling down. “What happened, Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth didn’t let go of her father, her face buried into his chest now. When she spoke, the girl became muffled. “Nightmare...”

“You had a nightmare?” The old rabbit repeated.

Elizabeth silently nodded.

Wrapping both of his arms around his daughter, Scraptrap picked her up, while standing back to his full height.

“I... I don’t want to go back to sleep...” Elizabeth murmured.

Scraptrap sighed. He looked around the room for a moment, seemingly debating on something, before looking back at his daughter.

“Would you like to stay in here and assist me?”

_____

Remaining focused on the inside of the panel connected to Scrap Baby, Scraptrap cleared his throat, and held out his left hand.

“Elizabeth,” He spoke—voice raspy, yet gentle as he addressed his child. “Hand it to me now, please.”

With how everything was going, after this, the old rabbit would simply finish up for the night, before sending Elizabeth back to bed.

She’d mentioned that she had a nightmare, but hadn’t explained it—and Scraptrap himself hadn’t asked about it. Perhaps she’s forgotten now.

He was still holding out a hand expectantly, yet nothing happened. Scraptrap cleared his throat once more. “Elizabeth.” He repeated.

“Daddy, it’s not here.” His daughter replied. Frowning, Scraptrap looked away from the clown, and down at his daughter.

“It isn’t?”

Elizabeth shook her head, and Scraptrap simply sighed. “That’s strange... I could have sworn that I brought it in here earlier.”

He glanced towards the rooms door for a second, before returning to his daughter, and slowly kneeling down in front of her. Elizabeth began messing with her bow.

Scraptrap pointed towards the exit. “I’m only going to go out there for a moment to retrieve what I need, alright?”

She turned around to look when he pointed, but only for a second. “Elizabeth, can I trust you not to touch anything while I’m gone?”

He knew what it would be like if it had been Plushtrap—the rabbit would absolutely not be able to trust her to not do anything.

Smiling, Elizabeth nodded. “Uh-huh! I promise!”

“Good.” Scraptrap chuckled. He pat her head, before standing back up, and making his way over to the door, while Elizabeth watched.

It took him a moment to remember the new code. He was planning on writing it down somewhere—but just hadn’t done so yet.

He wandered through the corridor, before taking a left, and coming to a stop. The rabbit always happened to leave things in this area.

Right in the corner, was a massive table, and—not to his surprise, contained quite a lot of items messily strewn about. “I should probably fix that...”

He couldn’t have it too messy. Maybe what he was looking for was over there—at least that’s what the old rabbit was hoping for.

Approaching the table, he began looking at all of the items, hoping to find the correct one—all while making it more orderly.

“Scraptrap?” The scientist turned around upon hearing his assistant’s voice. They looked like they had just woken up.

“Ah, Spring Bonnie. Hello.” The old rabbit cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” The yellow rabbit questioned, moving closer.

“Well, what are you?” Scraptrap said, raising an eyebrow. “I assumed you’d be sleeping.”

Then again, that was what he had assumed for Elizabeth—and she had been—at least until her nightmare occurred.

“Well, I was.” Spring Bonnie nodded. “But, you see, Plushtrap wanted-“

Before the yellow rabbit had the chance to finish, Scraptrap’s attention—as well as his assistant’s—was pulled towards an unsettling noise.

Albeit muffled, what sounded like a shriek could be heard from one of the other rooms—before promptly being followed by a soft thud.

The old rabbit’s eyes widened, and he unceremoniously dropped one of the items—it missed the table, and hit the floor with a clatter.

He knew where that was coming from—he knew who it had to be coming from. “Elizabeth?!”

Scraptrap rushed past Spring Bonnie, causing them to stumble back a bit. He could hear their footsteps, but paid them no attention.

“Elizabeth?!” Spring Bonnie’s voice was laced with concern, while they attempted to keep up with the other rabbit. “Scraptrap, what’s going on?”

They never thought that Scraptrap could be this fast—it was rather surprising. They were usually always able to keep up with him.

When the old rabbit came to a sudden stop in front of the door to enter the code, Spring Bonnie nearly ran straight into him, but managed to stop.

The first try, in his panic and worry, Scraptrap proceeded to get the new code wrong. The second time, however, he got it right.

Once the door slid open, both of the rabbit’s raced into the room, Scraptrap managing to enter first.

Looking around, everything seemed to be perfectly fine... until Elizabeth was spotted.

She was still where Scraptrap had last seen her—except, now, she was collapsed on the ground, motionless. Her back was facing them.

“Elizabeth!”

While Scraptrap rushed over to his daughter, kneeling beside her, Spring Bonnie remained where they were—frozen.

“Elizabeth?!” Scraptrap reached over, picking her up, and holding her close. She seemed rather pale, too.

“Scraptrap, what happened?!”

“I don’t know!” Scraptrap hissed. He didn’t turn to look at his assistant, only staying focused on his daughter. Does it look like I do?!

He hadn’t been gone for very long—he assumed when he returned, everything would be the same as he had left it.

Had she accidentally or purposely touched something? Elizabeth was laying rather far from Scrap Baby, though, he noted.

“Pulse. Pulse. Pulse..” Scraptrap began quietly repeating to himself, trying to find and check just that.

Some of the areas—mainly the corridors, had cameras—but this room was one of the many that didn’t have any. It wasn’t like he could check those to see what happened.

Spring Bonnie still remained where they were. From the corners of their eyes, they thought they saw something move. Just my imagination...

“She’s breathing...” Both of the rabbit’s sighed in relief. Slowly, Spring Bonnie started to make their way over.

Scraptrap kept his daughter close to him, not letting go. What happened, Elizabeth? He frowned.

Once reaching Scraptrap and Elizabeth, Spring Bonnie crouched down, ears lowered. “...You know, maybe... maybe we should-“

“D... Daddy? Spring Bonnie?” Elizabeth. That was Elizabeth’s voice—Scraptrap certainly knew that. They both knew that.

He was staring at his daughter, though. Her mouth didn’t move—she seemed to be unconscious. His daughter in his arms didn’t say that.

Was it his imagination? Scraptrap shook his head at that thought. Spring Bonnie seemed to have heard it, too. Not just him.

“Daddy?” The voice repeated. It was coming from behind the two of them.

Turning around, Scraptrap and Spring Bonnie were greeted by the sight of Scrap Baby. She was sitting up, frowning, and staring at the two of them.

“Elizabeth...?” The rabbit whispered. He started glancing between her and the body that he held in his arms. Spring Bonnie was silent.

His grip on Elizabeth’s motionless body tightened, while he met the terrified and confused eyes of just who was in the clown.

“Oh no.”

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