FNaF Fanfic (Part 7)
It took well over a week for Springtrap to be forced to find the house of William Afton, however he now knows that what has been forcing him is the remains of Williams son, Michael who died in him _years _ago. Or did he?
Springtrap stood before the old house and wondered if Mr.Afton lived here his whole life... It was just how Springtrap and Michael remembered the place looked.
"What are you going to do, Michael?" asked Springtrap.
He got no response. After the phone call, Springtrap has tried many times to communicate to the man inside him, all of which ended the exact same way.
Springtrap sighed.
A light flicked on, Michael forced Springtrap to stand and hurry to the window that they saw the light in. Standing directly outside, he tapped the window.
"Try not to scare him... He's an old man by now" Springtrap nervously pointed out.
Michael made him tap the window harder.
A shadow slowly walked into the room, turned to face the window and quickly ran back towards where it came.
With a groan, Michael made Springtrap jump in through the window, the shattered glass fell to the ground and floor, almost as if dancing on the hardwood floor. Springtrap wanted none of this, but Michael quickly followed after the shadow.
Springtrap could tell that it's been a long time since Michael was in here, he was apprehensive and glanced in almost every door.
Springtrap soon came to the door of the master bedroom and was forced to knock on it. "Father?" questioned Michael "are you in there?"
There was no response, the building remained completely quiet.
He knocked again "Father... IT'S ME" said Michael.
Again, nothing, silence.
Michael forced Springtrap to ram the door, quickly reducing the wood to splinters. Without hesitating, Springtrap was forced to start searching every possible hiding spot.
Enraged, he grabbed a large bookshelf and tore it off the wall, revealing a elevator shaft and the cart was just arriving here, at the top. He knew where Michael's dad went, and so did Michael.
He hopped into the elevator and pressed the down button. The old cables and motor squeaked and squealed under the large load it was bringing down, after a long moment it came to a sudden stop and the doors opened and Springtrap was forced out, he quickly looked both ways, he saw a door just slightly open, but there was light coming from it.
He rushed over and swung the door open, the hinges bolts breaking from the rusted frame, the door crashing to the ground. Michael looked in and froze.
_"your in the scooping room now" _the quote that haunted his dreams, turning them to nightmares hit him like a brick.
Springtrap found himself in control for the first time in a long time and he wandered inside, curiosity getting the best of him... He nervously looked around, he knew something was wrong for Michael to stop forcing him.
BEEP
BEEP
BEEP
The scooper arm swung out, hitting Springtrap, quickly ripping the human remains and endoskeleton and separating them.
Michael lay on the floor, Springtrap's endoskeleton torn apart and twisted beyond repair, his suit rendered to chips of plastic with only a few parts recognizable.
William Afton shut the scooper off and walked over to his son, kneeling down to feel for a pulse or even the slowest of breath... There was nothing.
The old man stood and faced the door, just in time to see a barely recognizable figure of one of his old animations with a huge claw for a hand.
"I put her back together, father" Michael barely whispered before truely dying.