UN: SpringBonnie | Video

[sprungtrap]

[There is a burst of static on the feed. Twitching and then the sound of hideous metallic screeching. Like a feedback loop. Then it goes dark.

Then another moment and an empty room.

A third moment. And another empty room.

And then - a metallic voice, a growling voice that sounds vaguely British but unbearably, heartbreakingly sad.]

Hel-lo? Hello. Can anyone hear me- please. Please. H-Help me. I-I-


[There's a clank and a hideous clang! sound like something dragging on the floor.]

That light. That - I saw a light and now I'm here. P-please where am I? That thing-that thing dragged me here and-

[Another loud metallic scream]

[Where he is doesn't really matter. It's time to see who responds and what they can do for him.]

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[sprungtrap]

[Yes good. Pity]

I am afraid the suit and I are...fused. I made an error.

[He can look surprisingly sheepish as he shrugs.]

I was forced into it in an attempt to defend myself. I did not reckon with the suits design flaws and damage that had been done to it. It could act as an animatronic - a walking robot. It could also act as something human beings could work in. When the animatronic parts fuse with human parts...

[Sad. So very very sad]

I suppose I am dead, but this suit reanimates me so there is little that could be done. You are kind to offer.

What is your name?

[smokingguns]

[Just one second, he's busy putting his hand into really cold water because then he knows he's not just dreaming some really weird shit after zoning out.]

Uh... Yeah my name isn't important while I try to get my head around this. Alright hang on, hang on. You're stuck in a Romero wet dream style fursuit? Animatronic, whatever. Like your soul? You're a ghost??

[sprungtrap]

[Are you dense sir. William fights down rapidly losing patience before his eyes open wide and he gives a metallic scream in response.]

I was returning to my old job. I owned a restaurant with my best friend in the whole world - but he betrayed me. Began a killing spree, pursuing some terrifying goal of prolonging his own life. He killed my daughter with one of his contraptions and frightened my youngest son, but five children went missing in our restaurant that was supposed to be a place of joy...laughter...

[Replace "my best friend" with "myself" and you'll have a more accurate picture of the story.]

I discovered that he hid their bodies in the suits that we designed. I went back to try and free their spirits but they cornered me and viewed me with distrust and horror. To defend myself I jumped into one of our old springlock suits- but I was too quick and the suit was too damaged, soaked- spring locks go off at the slightest touch.

[They were always a pain in the ass. Brilliant, but it was one of the few things he agreed with Henry on when they were retired.

Especially Especially now.]

So I lost my life at the hands of my business partner's victims. And I was left to rot for thirty years until my spirit rose to find him and avenge his victims - and myself.

[Somewhere Henry Emily, Michael Afton, and generally the terrible tragic victims of the Afton-Emily family horrors are shaking their heads because William, William, springtrap what a story.]

I'm so sorry he's such an asshole.

[smokingguns]

...Okay, TL;DR ghost but also zombie. Alright... Here's my take on it. You should've written something out about your plans, put it somewhere and also send it to your lawyer. Likely one of your bureau ones would have done since you can't not have legal representation for a business.

But if you're undead/dead, then what's your injury? You're really good at redirection and deflection but you're not good at worrying about your injury suddenly.