[ 🏚️ | He always comes back ] || POSSIBLE CW: VIOLENCE/GORE ||

He could feel the passage of time, even if he lost count of the years he's been in this dirty old room, the only things keeping him company being his own thoughts and nightmares. Decades stuck in animatronic purgatory hadn't diminished the pain of that day. If anything, it just amplified his suffering. The perpetual state of decay kept the nerves tangled with wires raw and exposed. No sweet relief of death—only an endless loop of reanimation inside this gruesome fur prison.

Watching himself rot further and waiting for something to interrupt his voiceless soliloquy was all he could do. He hated it, this helplessness, the isolated void. No living person had ever returned, nobody had dared look for him after what he’d done. Though the spirits do come and haunt him often.

He supposed he got what he deserved for messing with forces beyond his understanding. Skewered and left to rot in the very same suit he’d used to extinguish the lives of others all those years ago.

But then noise started to fill his mangled bunny ears. The loud creak of a heavy metal door, the shuffling of feet. Voices. People. Life. He froze, rusty metal claws twitching instinctively. He became aware once more of his surroundings, of the cold, grimy walls that now served as his tomb. Maybe they'll find him. Maybe he'll finally be free again.

It takes a few days for them to actually discover him in the safe room. The stench of death and decay should have given his position away sooner— then again, everything in here stinks. And judging by the face the human who discovered him makes, his looks aren't that great either. He has been rotting in this suit for quite some time, laying over these blood-stained tiles.

'Springtrap', they call him, and he doesn't mind the new name as much. While they move his lifeless metal body he picks up some pieces of information, most importantly on where they're taking him. 'Fazbear Frights'. If he could, he would scoff.

At midnight, the suit comes alive again. A violent spasm followed by jerky twitches and the silver eyes light up. Springtrap slowly stands, the flickering lights illuminating the mottled mechanical frame, the shadows highlighting each gaping hole and protruding length of bare metal endoskeleton, along with the occasional fleshy bit. He heard something move in the security office earlier, and now he can clearly see the blinking red lights of the security cameras, which means someone must be using them.

He'll pay the night guard a visit. Ahh, just like old times.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.

I'm gonna be honest, the new Into the Pit game was just okay. It was fun to play but left everything unanswered and I feel like it was missing a lot. Not to mention the absurd amount of glitches and softlocks I've come across. At least it brought back my yearly FNAF phase! :P