Springtrap- formerly Michael Afton- had been locked up in the brand new Fazbear’s Fright attraction at the Candy Cat’s Adventure Park on Lilygear Pier for about two weeks at that point. The first week had been spent trying- and failing- to get the Guard to help him out of the suit he had been trapped in for 40-odd years. All it had done was convinced the guard he had a rouge AI. Of course, all of this second week had been spent participating in the fright the way the man who left the guard phone calls- a new-age Scott Nelson-wannabe apparently- seemed to expect him to.
And collecting everything he could find from the 55-year old Fredbear’s Family Diner to keep in his starting room. (The guard complained about it and had started stealing things back before Springtrap almost bit off his hand.)
The following day would mark the third week at Fazbear’s Fright: The Horror Attraction. Springtrap was torn. Part of him wanted to leave and find his father- if the man who was likely pushing past eighty-years-old was even alive and up to his old games anymore.
(Had he given permission for this place? Let them access those old buildings Father would never tear down for fear of exposing his secrets? Or had Freddy Fazbear’s essentially become Public Domain? …He didn’t really want to know.)
The other part of Springtrap just wanted put of the Fright to be out of the Fright. Sure, no where else would take him. Technically he should be in his sixties now, but he had the mind of his fifteen-year-old self. He was also firmly attached to an incredibly dated animatronic. What was technology like now? The internet had just been kicked off when he got trapped. Technology changed every year. The outside world had… left him behind.
Still, he had to see, and so he pushed open the exit of the building, and the rotting bunny stepped out onto… the boardwalk.
Everything was eerily still at this time of night. Even the clean-up crews were gone. Power was off. But there were signs of technology that was brand new, and some that hadn’t changed much at all. Heaving a blast of air that would have been a breath if he had lungs instead of a gunked-up cooling system, Springtrap began walking. Only to pause when something crinkled underfoot.
Some things were the same. Clean-up crews were never as thorough as they should be, and paper fliers were cheap, easy to place everywhere, and discarded just as easily by guests. …Although this was no type of paper he had seen before.
(Banana peels, he would learn later. The paper was made of banana peels. Apparently stone was a common medium now too. The world really was different, now..)
He picked up the flier and snorted at the picture. Talk about irony. The flier advertised an old-school (new-age) pizzeria only ‘Two Blocks East of Candy Cat’s Adventure Park!’
It called for everyone to come have fun with ‘Springaling the Rabbit’, 'Penny the Rooster’, and 'Goldiebear the Bear.’ Staring back up at him was an unfamiliar animatronic… and clear retools of Spring Bonnie and Fredbear. Springtrap paused for a moment, thinking.
…He was curious. Did they remember the past? Did they remember him at all?
Checking the internal clock his soul was powering, Springtrap determined that he had plenty of time to go take a look and return before opening. Besides- they only opened at noon on weekdays. If he was spotted he could claim it was advertising to anyone who asked on the streets.
Decision made, the bunny began to walk. It was easy enough to hop the turnstiles, even as a rabbit. The place really was going old-school on design. From there it only took a moment to find the general direction of the restaurant and start walking. Ten minutes. It only took ten minutes total to find the place.
He absently wondered if the Fright had similar ads, with his face and a call to meet the beginning of this place. Probably not. Lawsuits and all that.
Oddly, the back door was unlocked. He was very easily able to enter into a back storage room filled with parts and old suits. They were all covered in synthetic fur, and padded with foam. There were far less dangerous crossbeams than the Freddy’s animatronics, and the Springaling suits were even taller than the original Spring Bonnie suits.
This prompted Springtrap to examine himself. He was only as tall as he had been as a human, a result of whatever curse kept him alive and essentially fifteen years old after all he had been through. He was proportionate, just… small, in a suit designed to be worn by tall people.
He heaved another blast of cooled air, and left the back room. The place was empty, by the looks of it, except for-
Dear God what the hell was that sugar-encrusted thing?!
The father of the little girl who starred in a photograph that sent the internet into a frenzy because of a mystery pair of boots has ‘no idea’ what the object could be.
Martin Springall, 38, photographed his young daughter - who he wished not be named - standing near a rocky outcrop in Zushi, Japan, in July 2014.
He said he was living and working in Tokyo, around an hour north, and wanted to send a picture 'to my wife, who was at work’.
“I took a series of them,” Mr Springall said via email. “It wasn’t until I was checking them later in the evening that I just happened to notice the boots behind her in that one shot.” Internet users say figure could be a dead WWII sailor. (Source)
"My serial?" Michael asked, thinking. He... well, he did know the serial number of this suit; it was used to identify him at the fright. But with it being a Spring Suit... "It's FBD00021979." He knew what each number meant, too. Fredbear's Diner, model two, first booted up in 1979. The original suit. "But they stopped making parts for my model... way before 1993."
S: Really? I had you pegged for an ‘85, to be honest!
S: HEY GOLDIE!!!!
the lights click back on.
G: Ya don’t need to yell, Honeybunny…
S: Sorry, sorry! Do you know what units are compatible with a ‘79 FBD?
G: I think anything below 196 for internals and…below 270 beta for externals? No, 270 delta.
I CAN CONFIRM THAT MICHAEL AFTON IS NOT DEAD. HE IS VERY MUCH ALIVE. DO NOT COME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT ANYONE WITH THE NAME MICHAEL AFTON IS DECEASED. THAT IS A HORRIBLE LIE SPREAD BY THE INTERNET. AND MICHAEL AFTON IS CERTAINLY NOT A ROBOT. THAT WOULD BE SILLY. HA HA HA
S: GOODNESS GRACIOUS YOU NEARLY SCARED THE BOLTS OUTTA ME!