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Five Nights at Freddy's: Salvaged, Night 8: Carry On

''Animated friends, we'll be here til the end. I don't have the chance to tell you but the others haven't made the cut. Lend me your hand, we've got more than one night planned. Let me crawl into your skin, release the evil within.''

– Crawling by CG5 (Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location)

xXxXxXx

''Those dolls look really creepy,'' Springtrap said, then pointed at the screen. ''There's the baby bottle.''

''To be honest, I really like it,'' Sam replied, clicking on it, only to hear the sound of a typewriter, accompanied by somber, melancholic music. ''We got the door knob.''

She continued clicking on the screen, going through what looked like an old, abandoned, creepy manor, and moving on to the next puzzle. It was afternoon, with Sam having introduced Springtrap to one of the games she had, Mystery Case Files: Return to Ravenhearst. Essentially, it was an adventure-puzzle game with a rather interesting storyline. Apparently, Sam was playing as a Master Detective who sent to investigate the Ravenhearst Manor, only to encounter a spirit who begged her to free three more spirits, twin girls and another woman. Their souls were fueling the soul of the madman who brought them into such state, keeping himself somewhat alive. While the story hit a little close to home, Springtrap actually enjoyed it.

''You know, I'd really like to explore an old mansion like Ravenhearst,'' Sam said, after solving the puzzle. ''It doesn't even have to be haunted.''

''Really?'' Springtrap asked. ''I thought you liked exploring abandoned places because they might be haunted.''

''Actually, I'm more fascinated by the idea of what I might find during my urban explorations. There are a lot of untold stories, sometimes waiting to be discovered, or whatever haunts those places to be put to rest,'' Sam explained.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared in front of Springtrap's eyes. He could hear Henry's voice, somewhat muffled, but it was growing louder as he moved on. He was focused on the spreading fire, leaning against the wall. He tried to find a way out, but there was no exit. Each of his steps became weaker and weaker, despite managing to maintain the willpower to continue moving. He wasn't afraid of death, but he wouldn't go down without a fight.

''And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you…''

''Springtrap!''

Static appeared before his eyes and once it faded, he found himself standing in Sam's room, leaned against the wall. Sam stared back at him in surprise, looking really worried, with Springtrap realizing that she was probably creeped out by his strange behavior.

''Are you okay?'' she asked him. Springtrap nodded.

''There may be some spirits who refuse to be put to rest,'' he said.

''You're one of them, right?'' Sam said.

''What tipped you of?'' Springtrap replied in a deadpan tone, feeling a little better when Sam smiled. The two heard the door downstairs opening, with Sam walking over to the window.

''Mum's back!'' she said, then closed the game and went downstairs.

Springtrap sighed, mentally preparing himself to deal with Emma. Sam had told him that he should focus on the present instead of the past and he decided to follow her advice. As he went down and walked into the living room, Sam and Emma were already discussing their day.

''It was fine,'' Sam said. ''Springtrap and I were playing a game on my laptop.''

''Oh, really?'' Emma glanced at Springtrap.

''Nothing happened,'' he said, only to see Emma glaring at him. He felt anxious, despite knowing that he technically hadn't done anything to warrant this. He did understand that Emma was judging him for what happened in the past and was just trying to make sure her daughter was safe. He knew that he shouldn't anger her and he moved away a little, maintaining a slight distance from both Sam and Emma. The latter, who seemed to be satisfied with him backing away, turned to Sam.

''Remember how I told you yesterday that Adam would pick up the furniture,'' she said, rubbing her temple. ''His car broke down and he called to ask me whether I could pick it up. I already rented a van, but I need you to come with me so I won't have to leave the car there.''

''No problem, I'll just go get my wallet,'' Sam replied, dashing into her room. The moment she was out of sight, Emma turned to Springtrap, who winced.

''I know that you told Sam about what happened last night,'' she said in a hushed tone, frowning. ''I want you to know that, even if I'm not here, if I find out that you hurt my daughter or made her miserable in any way, you are done for. You won't be safe anywhere, mark my words.''

''No.'' Springtrap stared back at her, his eyes flaring purple. ''I would never hurt the only person who gave me a chance and who sees me as more than just a murderer.''

Emma wasn't scared at all, but looked resolute. Springtrap was actually unnerved that he even rose his voice in Emma's presence, but he stared back at her with the same determined expression. Despite feeling anxious, he knew he couldn't back away. He didn't even know what he was trying to prove, but he felt that he needed to stand his ground.

Before they could continue, they heard Sam coming down and glanced at her, with Sam giving them a confused look. Emma smiled, as if nothing happened.

''Just wait a little, I still need to get some stuff,'' she said, walking past Sam and going upstairs. Sam looked at Springtrap with a questioning look. He shook his head.

''I'm quite sure that Emma will tell you what's going on,'' he told her. Sam sighed.

''I wonder how long this will last,'' she said.

''How long do you want it to last?'' Springtrap asked her. Sam didn't seem to have an answer. The two waited in silence until Emma came down, holding a suitcase.

''Let's go,'' she told Sam, who nodded, with the two walking to the entrance. Emma then stopped, bit her lip, and then turned back to Springtrap.

''Do me a favor, and don't burn down the house while I'm gone,'' she said, with the animatronic staring back at her, stunned. He glanced at Sam, who just shrugged, seemingly having no idea how to respond to that. She then followed her mother to the car. As Emma was pulling out of the driveway, Sam glanced back at the house, seeing Springtrap in the window.

The look he gave her was that of someone confused and lost.

xXx

Sam stared through the window, watching as they were passing streets. It wasn't her first time that she went with her mother to this rental place, although she did notice that Emma took the longer way. Sam suddenly realized that there was another reason why Emma wanted her to come. She looked at her mother, knowing that Emma was taking advantage of this situation to talk to her without having Springtrap around.

''I am aware that Springtrap told you about our argument,'' Emma said, briefly glancing at her daughter. Her tone was calm, if not a little dismissive, with Sam having the feeling as if she was talking about the weather. However, she knew that her mother was dead serious about the subject. ''Why did you even think that this was a good idea?''

''I just wanted to give him a chance to prove himself,'' Sam said. She knew that there was no point in arguing with her mother or lying to her. ''He told me that his soul was brought back from Hell, but he had no idea what to do, so I offered him my help. So far, he hadn't done anything wrong and he did prove that he was trustworthy.''

''Honestly, I'm not very confident in this situation, sweetie,'' Emma said in a worried tone, glancing at her. ''All I want you is to be safe.''

''I promise that I will stay safe,'' Sam replied. Emma rolled her eyes.

''Sam, you're not the one who should make such a promise, but rather your friend,'' she replied, then fell silent, with Sam wondering whether something was wrong. ''I am not entirely convinced by what he told me, but I am willing to give him a chance.''

''Really?'' Sam was genuinely surprised. She didn't even expect that her mother would trust Springtrap to that extent, but she then realized that there was probably a catch. She assumed that Springtrap told her mother something that made her decide to tolerate him, but it certainly didn't change her opinion of him and she would probably attempt to incinerate him the moment he gives her a reason to do that. Still, Sam was content with the result.

''Just promise me you won't bring another haunted animatronic back home,'' Emma said in a serious tone, with Sam stifling a chuckle.

''Don't worry, I won't,'' Sam replied. ''To be honest, I didn't really think I would give him a chance either, but I still did. However, there is something that I'm curious about.''

''What is it, sweetheart?'' Emma asked.

''You didn't really freak out when I introduced you to Springtrap. I mean, you didn't know his real identity, but still, I brought a sentient animatronic back home,'' Sam said.

''I had a good reason for that. Ignoring the fact that you were obviously nervous about introducing your new friend, you were actually quite relaxed and calm, so I figured that there was no immediate danger,'' Emma replied, then took a deep breath. ''Sam, I really want you to be happy, but your safety is even more important. Keep that in mind.''

''I know,'' Sam said, feeling a little less anxious about the conversation.

''Also, you could tell your friend to not freak out so much,'' Emma added in a relaxed tone. ''I'm not that intimidating.''

''He doesn't think so,'' Sam said, a little amused. Emma shrugged.

''I guess that means that I made a memorable first impression on him, then,'' she said. ''But, seriously, if he tries to do anything wrong, he should be aware that there is a reason why he should be afraid of me.''

''I doubt that that will help his case. He's still paranoid whenever you are around,'' Sam replied as they parked next to the building where Emma rented the van. They got out, with Emma taking the suitcase.

''Anyways, I will be back by tomorrow or maybe the day after,'' she told Sam. ''If you plan to go somewhere, please make sure you won't get yourself into trouble. I don't want to come back home only to learn that you have disappeared without a trace. If something happens, give me a call and I'll be back as soon as I can.''

''Okay,'' Sam replied, as she opened the door to the driver's seat.

''Also, there's one more thing,'' Emma said, drawing her attention, with Sam noticing serious expression. ''I wasn't joking about you bringing another haunted animatronic home. I understand that you're now curious about Freddy's, but I don't want you to become another victim of that place.''

''Mum, how much do you know about Freddy's?'' Sam asked. Emma sighed, looking away.

''Everything I know about it is a good reason for me to forbid you to investigate the place and its past,'' Emma replied. ''However, I also understand that, by forcing you to stop investigating, I will only do more harm than good, so all I can hope for you is that you know how to handle yourself whenever you decide to go there.''

''Mum, I don't want to go looking for trouble,'' Sam protested.

''But, as it seems, trouble somehow manages to find you,'' Emma replied. ''I trust you, okay?''

''Okay,'' Sam nodded, waving goodbye as her mother walked away. As she started to drive back home, she realized that things could've easily gone very wrong. She, but more importantly Springtrap, were both on thin ice.

xXx

''This ends for all of us. End communication.''

Fire had spread through the building, the smoke making hard to see anything. Whoever was caught inside would be burned to ashes. There was no escape and the only salvation for them was for their souls to be finally freed from their metal prison.

This is not the salvation I want.

He knew that Henry had been right and that Hell would await him. He didn't care anymore. Despite the pain he went through when he lost his family, the agony he went through when he got himself killed and the terror that he went through when his soul finally abandoned the animatronic, he felt that there was really nothing left for him. Even his own identity didn't mean much to him.

However, something has changed.

Springtrap opened his eyes when he heard the car outside. He sat up, as he had been lying on the couch in the living room and thinking about the fire that Henry and Michael caused, and went over to the hallway. He wasn't even aware of how anxious he was until the relief of seeing Sam being back washed over him.

''So, now what are we going to do?'' he asked.

''There are a few things we need to talk about,'' Sam replied. Springtrap noted the bad feeling he had as he sat on the couch, with Sam sitting next to him.

''What did Emma say?'' he asked.

''She doesn't trust you at all, but she is willing to give you a chance,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap looking surprised, if not even relieved. However, it didn't last long.

''She has a good reason not to trust me and so do you,'' he said. ''Still, if you two are going to give me a chance, I'm not going to waste it.''

''You did seem to have made an impression on her if she is willing to do that, even if her main reason is my happiness,'' Sam said.

''You know, after she sent you upstairs, we had a brief argument. She warned me that I would regret hurting you or making you miserable, and I told her that I would never do that, especially not to someone, well…'' Springtrap trailed off. ''Maybe that's why she told you she's willing to give me a chance.''

''Probably,'' Sam muttered, then looked at him. ''What exactly did you tell her?''

Springtrap looked a little hesitant.

''I meant to say that you're someone who sees me as more than just a murderer,'' he finally said.

''Considering that you have accepted a life as a haunted animatronic bunny, as well as showing that you are willing to be honest with me about your past, I think that there's a lot more to you than you or I think,'' Sam said. Springtrap grinned.

''Thanks, I appreciate your support,'' he said.

''I'm just glad to have someone who wants to listen to me,'' Sam replied. ''We're together in this situation.''

Springtrap had to agree with her, and even felt a little confident in that he would be able to deal with this situation. However, there was still something that was bothering him.

''Do you know what Emma meant when she told me not to burn down the house?'' he asked, confused when he saw Sam grinning.

''This has nothing to do with you, or the fact that you were involved in at least two fires,'' she explained. ''Ever since I was old enough to be left alone at home, she made it a habit to tell me not to burn the house down or something similar. It was basically her way of saying that I'm now responsible for keeping the house in order.''

''I see,'' Springtrap muttered, realizing something. ''So, would that mean that I'm now responsible for your safety. I can accept that.''

''To me, it sounds more like you're searching for an excuse to spend more time with me,'' Sam replied, with Springtrap giving her a sheepish look and then lowering his head.

''Considering you're the only person who is willing to talk to me, it's not like I have much of a choice… no offense!'' Springtrap added hastily, only for Sam to shake her head.

''None taken. I understand how you feel,'' she replied, with Springtrap feeling glad about it, sensing the warmth spreading through his chest. ''Anyways, we should visit the Machinations Factory.''

''Hopefully, we will find something related to what's currently going on,'' Springtrap said.

xXx

''You know, I could drive if you want.''

It was late evening, with Sam and Springtrap being inside the car. Sam was messing with her phone, entering the address of the factory. She then lifted her head, rising an eyebrow.

''You should be happy that I let you sit in the front seat instead of the backseat,'' she said. ''Hopefully, we won't be stopped by a cop or something like that.''

''Even if we do, we can just tell them I'm a guy in a costume. It's technically the truth,'' Springtrap said as Sam pulled out of the driveway. ''There shouldn't be any problems.''

''Actually, there might be one problem with that statement,'' Sam replied. ''There is no body, be it alive or a corpse, inside the suit, only a soul.''

''Still, this is who I am,'' Springtrap said, shrugging.

''I don't have a problem with that,'' Sam replied, glancing at the radio and turning it on, switching over to the music player, with Springtrap noticing the USB being stuck beneath the radio. When the music suddenly started to play, Springtrap was a little startled by the fact that it sounded like a child was singing it, at least until he realized that it was just high-pitched. Not to mention, the lyrics were in a different language and the song overall sounded quite ominous.

''Quantus tremor est futurus, quando Judex est venturus. Quantus tremor est futurus, quando Judex est venturus.''

He looked at the display, which featured the title of the song, City of the Dead – Eurielle (Nighcore).

''Damnata, invisus, ubique ab omnibus, ad infinitum! Rex tremendae majestatis, qui salvandos salvas gratis, salve me, Fons Pietatis, salve me, Fons Pietatis…''

Sam glanced at him, noticing the confused look he gave her.

''Mum and I have downloaded both of our favorite music on the USB. City of the Dead was her pick,'' Sam explained. ''The lyrics you heard are in Latin and, if I remember correctly, they say: Man will tremble in fear, when the Judge descends. Condemned, hated everywhere, for all eternity. King of tremendous majesty, who freely saves, save me, fount of mercy, save me, fount of mercy.''

''I see,'' Springtrap muttered. ''Although, my soul is beyond salvation, as it had already been condemned.''

''That may be true, but you can still do something to at least suffer less,'' Sam said, with Springtrap giving her a curious look. Still, he didn't press the issue.

''So, what kind of music do you like?'' he asked. Sam just pointed at the radio, with Springtrap understanding what she meant and switching from one song to another.

''That's it!'' Sam said suddenly, with Springtrap glancing at the display, which read The Last Night – Skillet.

''You come to me with scars on your wrist. You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this.''

''I just came to say goodbye, didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine…''

''But I know it's a lie! This is the last night you'll spend alone! Look me in the eyes so I know you know I'm everywhere you want me to be! The last night you'll spend alone, I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go, I'm everything you need me to be!''

''It's not bad,'' Springtrap said. ''I like your choice of music.''

''Thanks!'' Sam replied. ''Skillet is my favorite band and, to be honest, it really helped me whenever I felt depressed.''

Springtrap looked curiously at her, knowing well that there had been a period of time when Sam seemed to be at her lowest. He had to wonder just how bad it was, especially considering how all it took to cheer her up was his presence.

''Your parents say everything is your fault, but they don't know you like I know you, they don't know you at all.''

''Sam, would you mind if you told me what exactly happened that made you feel so miserable?'' he asked in a gentle tone.

''I'm so sick of when they say 'It's just a phase, you'll be OK, you're fine'!''

He felt a little concerned when she didn't answer, but instead just stared ahead as they stopped at a red light. He feared that he might make her cry or lash out at him.

''But I know it's a lie! This is the last night you'll spend alone…''

''I…'' Sam sighed. ''I currently don't want to talk about it.''

''What about that promise we made to each other? If there's a problem, we can talk it out,'' Springtrap said. The red light turned to green, with Sam driving away.

''I know,'' she said. ''I actually do want to talk about it, but...'' She shook her head and took a deep breath. ''I wanted to say I don't feel comfortable talking about what happened, but that just makes me sound like a hypocrite, doesn't it? Especially since you did talk about your past, even though you hated it.''

''…The night is so long when everything's wrong, if you give me your hand I will help you hold on, tonight! Tonight!''

''I wouldn't say that you're a hypocrite,'' Springtrap replied. ''Technically, I've been exploiting you as my therapist.''

Sam smiled.

''I think we both need some kind of therapy,'' she said. ''Although, things don't seem to be that bad, right?''

''True. You know, you can talk to me whenever you feel comfortable. I'm still here,'' Springtrap replied. Sam briefly glanced at him, beaming. He felt glad about it, figuring that both still had a lot to discuss. Nevertheless, they had time, now that he wasn't going to leave her.

''…I won't let you say goodbye and I'll be your reason why, the last night away from me, away from me.''

They were now out of the town, with Sam briefly checking on her smartphone if they were on the right road. So far, they were going in the right direction. Springtrap looked at the dark landscape, which was illuminated by scarcely placed lamp posts. It was rather calm, with only an occasional car passing by them.

''They have sent you a letter to come back home to play, but to your dismay this isn't your day for the happy fun time has begun to fade. Watch as we reanimate our corpses you abandoned, we're dismantled, we're mishandled, but we won't be skipped and swayed…''

The upbeat music and the strange lyrics, along with Sam humming along, caused Springtrap to look down at the display, which now said Build Our Machine – DAGames (Bendy and The Ink Machine).

''…I am alive! Immortalized! You're the creator! You traitor! Hey! There's no vaccine to cure our dirty needs, for now you must build up our machine, you die tonight!''

''Sam?'' He gave her a confused look. Sam, who seemed to be in a much better mood considering how she was singing along and bobbing her head, gave him a sheepish grin.

''I had recently found some songs based on video games,'' she explained. ''It's really catchy, isn't it?''

''Indeed it is,'' Springtrap said, now curious. So, Bendy and the Ink Machine is a video game? What are the odds that there is also a song based on Five Nights at Freddy's?

''You know, music also helps me to relax,'' Sam added.

''So, you want to say that you need to listen to music while you're driving?'' Springtrap asked. ''You're not that bad of a driver.''

''First, thank you. Second, I never claimed that. I just said that I feel more relaxed when I listen to music,'' Sam replied, pouting. ''Although, to be honest, when I first sat behind the wheel, I hated it.''

''What happened?'' Springtrap asked her, with Sam sighing.

''After I turned 16, and speaking of which, I'm turning 17 this summer,'' she said, ''my parents decided that it would be a good idea for me to finally take driving lessons. Well, the problem was that I was a complete wreck, as I feared that I would crash the car into something or someone. Dad figured out that I needed to relax, so he thought it would be a good idea to take me out to an empty road and tell me to go full speed ahead, despite the fact that I cried, screamed and absolutely refused to go anywhere above the speed limit. And that was before I even started the car.''

''Sounds like a complete disaster,'' Springtrap said, feeling bad for her.

''Yeah,'' Sam muttered. ''When I told Mum what happened, she took me to an empty parking lot, exited the car and told me to drive around until I felt that I was confident enough to drive on a road while dealing with other drivers. In the end, their lessons worked out.''

''I'm glad about that, but still, wouldn't it be better idea to just let me drive?'' Springtrap asked slyly.

''Keep on dreaming,'' Sam said in a dry tone, but she still sounded amused.

After some time passed, they finally saw a building ahead, realizing that they arrived at their destination. Sam parked the car a little further, making sure that it won't be spotted so easily. As they exited it, Springtrap stared at the building. It was surrounded by a fence and didn't look particularly memorable. There was a sign above the entrance, reading Machinations Factory, but it was old and the paint was faded and chipped. Sam took a flashlight out of her bag and they walked over to the fence, noticing a heavy lock with a chain around it.

''Looks quite rusty,'' Sam said, then looked past the fence. ''It didn't say when it closed, but I guess that it might've been after they finished building the animatronics. Should it even look like this?''

''I'm not sure,'' Springtrap said. ''However, we can't get inside this way. We need to find another way in.''

They walked around the fence, Sam being a little anxious about being spotted. However, all she saw were some trees and the road. There were houses in the distance, but it didn't look like someone would see them. She looked around curiously, wondering if they were really alone.

''I think I found something,'' Springtrap said, with Sam joining him. He pointed at a part of the fence behind the building. It looked like a gate at first, until Sam realized that someone cut through the wire and made a makeshift gate. It was also big enough for an average human to pass through it and it was locked by a rusty chain, but when Springtrap tugged on it, they realized that they could easily take it off.

''Someone was here,'' Springtrap said, taking the chain off.

''Do you think they're still here?'' Sam asked him, with Springtrap shrugging and giving her a questioning look. She nodded. ''We're going in regardless. Someone is hiding something and I believe it would be worth to investigate whatever it is.''

Springtrap opened the gate and both of them went through it. He then wrapped the chains loosely around it, making it look as if they hadn't been disturbed. Now, they were inside the yard, looking for an entrance. While Sam knew that they could try any of the entrances, she had already assumed that they were locked, even if there was someone who came here and unlocked them. She looked at the windows, but they were too high for her to reach.

''Sam-'' She turned to Springtrap, who found a wooden crate and some metallic pieces nobody bothered to clean up. She joined him, only to see that something was behind it and helped Springtrap with moving it away. Once it was cleared, it became obvious that the trash was hiding a huge air-vent.

''You have to be kidding me,'' Sam said in a deadpan tone.

''I guess we found our way in,'' Springtrap said, crouching down. Not only was it big enough for Sam, but it was also big enough for him to crawl through it. ''I guess Fazbear's Fright wasn't the only location where nobody expected an animatronic to crawl through the air-vents.''

''Only that we have no idea where it would lead us,'' Sam said, pointing the flashlight at the air-vents. Springtrap tugged at the grille, trying to remove it, but it seemed to be screwed shut. ''Maybe we should…''

She trailed off when, after a good shake and another strong tug, the screws fell off. Springtrap placed the grille on the ground, making sure he wouldn't make any loud noise.

''Either someone used the same way inside or they did a really bad job on maintaining their stuff,'' he said, glancing at Sam, who crouched next to him. ''Something happened here.''

''Yeah,'' Sam muttered, pointing her flashlight at the air-vent. ''Let's just check this place and then leave as soon as possible.''

She then crawled inside, with Springtrap following her, but not before turning around and leaning the grille against the entrance, so it would be obscured. For a while, it was just a long pathway, with Sam noticing that it wasn't as dusty as she expected it to be. Soon, they arrived at a fork. Sam pointed at both sides, noticing something gleaming at the right side and went towards it. She then realized that it was another grille and carefully grabbed it. She winced when it fell over, the clanking echoing through the building.

''I didn't want to do that,'' she hissed apologetically, glancing at Springtrap. He shook his head, not looking particularly disturbed by this.

''It's over now,'' he said, waving for her to go forward. Sam turned back and exited the air-vent, followed by Springtrap, who placed the grille back. As they dusted themselves, Sam noticed that they were in a small, empty room. The only thing that was inside it were some metal pieces and machine parts. They went to the door, which led to a long hallway. They looked at both sides, wondering which path to take. Sam noticed Springtrap looking at her, realizing that he expected her to take the lead.

After all, this was my idea. She didn't look particularly happy with that, but still took a path, with Springtrap following her. She illuminated every bit of the corridor, noticing something.

''Remember how I told you that I have been at several abandoned places. Well, they had a few similarities, but this one looks a little strange,'' Sam said.

''What do you mean?'' Springtrap asked her.

''There are no signs of vandalism,'' Sam replied. ''Most of the other places I had been at had graffiti sprayed on them or there was trash left there. This one looks too clean.''

''So, either this place has a night guard, or there is another reason why it looks like this,'' Springtrap said. He frowned, his eyes flashing purple. ''We're not alone.''

''I have to agree,'' Sam said. ''Someone might've come here a few times, enough to make their own gate and loose the grilles on the air-vents.''

''Not to mention, they made sure that nobody finds out about it,'' Springtrap said.

As they made their way through the building, they noticed that it was indeed empty. So far, it seemed like they were the only ones inside. Springtrap couldn't help but be a little reminded of his own factory, especially after entering a huge room which featured a conveyor belt, with some robotic parts still strewn over it.

''They didn't bother to clean up,'' he said, picking up what seemed to be a battery. It has been so long…

''Will…'' He turned to Sam, who gave him a sympathetic look. ''If you want, I could later look up what happened to Afton Robotics.''

''No, it's fine,'' he said, shaking his head. ''I don't need to know.''

''If you say so…'' Springtrap noticed that Sam still looked a little concerned. He was actually thankful that she was worried about him, but he felt that this was something that she shouldn't be bothered with. Who would've thought that building a machine would end up with such disastrous results?

He opened his hand, only to see that the battery was replaced by a wrench. He looked up, noticing a robot taller than him, gleaming in the dim light. The animatronic was gripping a silver microphone, having a wide smile on its expression. She is perfect.

He stepped back, the hallucination fading. He saw Sam next to him, with her looking quite worried.

''Are you okay?'' she asked.

''I am,'' he said, despite not feeling well. ''I just need to figure out how to get rid off those hallucinations.''

He then placed the battery back on the conveyor belt, with him and Sam continuing to look around. As they moved on, they found more machinery and animatronic parts, some of them being discarded arms, legs or even a torso. Sam managed to discover a torn and filthy blue animatronic suit.

''It looks like they had just left, without cleaning up or storing anything,'' Sam said.

''Maybe something happened that caused them to abandon everything,'' Springtrap told her. ''Also, there are just parts, but there are no finished endoskeletons.''

Suddenly, they heard screeching, followed by a scraping sound, as if something heavy was dragging itself across the floor. The two glanced at each other, wondering what to do. However, in the next moment, they both came to the same decision and followed the sound. They entered another corridor, the scraping sounds leading them to a room. Springtrap opened it, peeking inside. It looked like some kind of workshop, albeit it was devoid of any tools. There were animatronic pieces on the ground, though. Suddenly, there was another screech, following by scraping sounds. Springtrap entered the room, seeing a figure in the corner. Approaching it, he realized that it was an active endoskeleton, its eyes glowing in the dark. When Sam pointed the flashlight at it, they saw that it was around the same height as Springtrap, if a little shorter, with black wires running across the endoskeleton, which looked rather generic. Aside from being a little dusty, it seemed to be quite clean, if not new.

As Springtrap crouched next to it, he noticed that something was wrong with it. It didn't look like the endoskeletons he had seen at Freddy's nor like those his own company had created, but he still knew enough about robotics to see that there was something amiss. It felt as if it was half-finished, despite being active. When Springtrap reached towards it, the animatronic suddenly rose its arm and in a swift, but rigid movement scraped across the floor again.

''I guess that this would explain why people would avoid this building,'' Sam said, observing Springtrap as he examined the animatronic. ''Do you think that it is haunted?''

''No, it doesn't seem to be. However, it is quite poorly constructed,'' Springtrap replied, glancing back at Sam and noticing the look of relief on her expression. He was also glad about that, as the last thing they needed was another haunted animatronic. ''Sam, could you please move a little closer? I want to show you something.''

''Sure,'' Sam muttered, crouching next to Springtrap and pointing the flashlight at the strange endoskeleton. The animatronic started to twitch, attempting to rise its arm and legs, but couldn't. Springtrap observed its movement, realizing what was bothering him.

''Whoever created it did a mediocre job,'' he said, gently touching and lifting the endoskeleton's arm. ''I assume you covered the topic of human anatomy in school, right?''

''Yeah.'' Sam nodded and looked at what Springtrap showed her.

''Animatronic endoskeletons tend to be similar to human skeletons. When you build them, you make sure they don't do something a human skeleton can't,'' he explained, pointing at the elbow. ''See this? This part is supposed to move, but if you look under it, you'll see that someone blocked it with this piece. It is as if you broke your bone and ligaments, and they grew back into a mess, making you unable to bend your elbow.'' He then pointed at the endoskeleton's legs. ''Look at the knees as well, it's the same thing. No matter how you move them, they won't bend either.''

''I understand,'' Sam said. ''You said that whoever build this endoskeleton did a poor job, but could it be that they build it this way on purpose? I mean, what if they did that to make sure it won't escape?''

''It is possible,'' Springtrap muttered. The animatronic trembled and twitched as he put the arm down. Springtrap stared at it, feeling a little strange. He couldn't help but feel pity for this miserable creation. The animatronic twitched again, unable to lift its head or even move it. It was just a robot, with no soul inside it, but still, Springtrap was perplexed by what he felt about what he was seeing. Does it hurt?

''William, are you okay?'' He looked at Sam, who had a look that was a mix of worry and sympathy. It seemed that she understood what was going through his head. He gave her an assuring gaze.

''It seems like it's suffering,'' he said, pointing at the endoskeleton.

''I guess this must feel like an insult to someone who also created animatronics,'' Sam said. ''Especially since, despite the fact that those animatronics were dangerous, they were still something you were proud of.''

''You're right,'' Springtrap replied, wincing when the endoskeleton scraped across the floor again. He realized that he couldn't leave it like this. Instead, he reached for the wires, finding those connected to the endoskeleton's battery and yanked them out, putting the animatronic out of its misery. The eyes stopped to glow and the endoskeleton went still. He stared at it, sighing. ''You know, even if they weren't haunted, I always had that feeling that the animatronics were in some way alive. I got a confirmation once my own soul became attached to this suit, as I could feel sometimes the Spring Bonnie AI trying to take over, but I would always overpower it. After some time, I barely even noticed his presence.''

''It must've been quite baffling to discover that,'' Sam said, with Springtrap nodding. She glanced back at the endoskeleton. ''Still, who would create an animatronic like this?''

''I think that the actual question is why such an animatronic had even been created,'' Springtrap replied, standing up. ''We should leave. Maybe there are more animatronics like this one.''

Sam followed him into the hallway, with them searching for another room. The silence was unnerving, with Sam feeling that even her own steps were too loud. She froze when she suddenly heard a different kind of steps, becoming louder and louder. In panic, she turned her flashlight off, with Springtrap's purple glowing eyes being the only thing that illuminated the corridor. The steps became louder, but they didn't sound like they belonged to a robot.

Sam suddenly felt Springtrap grabbing her arm and pulling her towards another room, quickly closing the door behind them. The room was small, probably a janitor's closet, but it was still large enough to fit them both. Feeling fear creeping through her body, Sam gripped Springtrap's hand and stood closer to him, the soft green-golden fur brushing against her cheek. She listened to the steps, being startled when she heard the scraping sounds again. She didn't know whether whoever was there was close to them, as she was unable to figure out where the noise was coming from. It sounded like it was close, but that didn't seem to be the case.

She glanced at Springtrap, who gave her a determined look. She nodded. We're leaving. Now.

Once the sounds grew quiet, they quickly exited the room and went towards where the air-vent had been. Luckily, they didn't encounter anyone and were soon outside the building. Sam was thankful for the cool, fresh air, breathing deeply, while Springtrap quickly put the grille back.

''What was that?'' she asked as they went through the gate and walked towards the car.

''Either an animatronic or the one responsible for this mess,'' Springtrap replied. The two sat in the car, with Sam starting it and driving away. She glanced at the animatronic bunny, noticing the crestfallen look on his expression.

''What's wrong?'' she asked.

''I shouldn't have tampered with the endoskeleton,'' he replied. ''We weren't alone there, and now that person is aware of our presence.''

''To be honest, I do think you did the right thing by deactivating the endoskeleton,'' Sam said. Springtrap shook his head.

''It doesn't matter,'' he said, leaning back and looking through the window. ''Whoever created it will carry on with whatever they were planning to do.''

''Maybe,'' Sam muttered, drawing Springtrap's attention. ''But that shouldn't stop us from continuing to investigate.''

Springtrap smiled, nodding.

''You're right,'' he said. He noticed that Sam was tired, but she still seemed to be determined to carry on and try to solve this mystery. We have just begun.

''Also, thanks for the lesson on animatronics,'' Sam added.

''If you want, I could teach you more,'' Springtrap replied, noticing the excited look on Sam's expression. Even if they didn't discover much, he realized that both were still satisfied with the results. He was simply glad that she was content with their little exploration and was aware that he would be looking forward to more of this.

As they passed houses and roads, Springtrap found himself staring through the window at the night sky, feeling tired, but unable to fall asleep. Glancing at Sam, he noticed that she was messing with the radio again, until she selected a song titled Carry On Wayward Son – Kansas, cover by Neoni (Supernatural).

''Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion. I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high.''

He looked back through the window, the serene music lulling him into a sense of security and comfort. Somehow, it felt as if a little bit of burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

''Sam?''

''What is it, Springtrap?''

''Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man. Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I can hear them say-''

''Honestly, I don't care whether my soul is beyond salvation, nor do I care why I was brought back,'' Springtrap said, looking at Sam. ''I'm just glad that I met you.''

''I'm also glad that I met you,'' Sam replied, smiling. Springtrap nodded, the void inside him vanishing, replaced by a warm feeling of comfort and closure.

''Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more…''

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