Awakening
Darkness consumes my vision as I open my eyes. I reach out to try and feel out my surroundings, but I freeze when a metallic hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around.
“Who are you?” A glitched voice spits.
“I am Midnight, who are you?”
“Springtrap and you’re in my game fnaf 3.”
I studied his person only to realize he is a rabbit. But a tattered withered version, with faded yellow/golden fur.
“You’re an animatronic,” I say surprised.
“So are you, I think, step into the light.”
Taking a step forward I open my black feathered wings and a little halo appears a top my head.
“I don’t know the layout of this game, could you show me around?” I ask.
“I would but a player is about to begin the game,” Springtrap moves to his starting position, “the objective is to kill the guard in the office on the other side of the building.”
“I’m aware of what I have to do, I know the backstory of the games,” I smirk, “I was there in the beginning of it all.”
Springtrap gave me a confused look, “how?”
“I was one of the kids on that fateful day where everything went to shit, but I was a bit different. I had built my own animatronic in the basement at Freddy’s. When I was killed and stuffed into a suit my soul latched itself onto my creation. I had built a white angel, but my tainted soul turned it black. I’ve been hiding since then, until I shut down and woke up here,” I explained.
“I had no idea...”
I shrugged, “we should probably go after the player now,” I laughed.
“Indeed,” Springtrap ran off.
As I make my way to the office, I hear Balloon Boy’s voice coming from behind me. I ignore it and continue towards my destination. Springtrap then goes by me towards the sound.
“That’s the wrong way!” I yell after him.
“It’s part of the game, I’m supposed to do this.”
I shake my head as I reach the office. The player is completely focused on the cameras. I peek over his shoulder at the map. Springtrap taps the glass window attracting my attention and shakes his head. I smirk at him and spin the guard around. I screech in his face and flare out my wings. Once everything shuts off Springtrap barges into the office.
“YOU BROKE THE RULES!” He screeches.
“I did nothing wrong.”
“You’re not allowed to touch the player,” he says crossing his arms.
“Too bad, I’m the new glitch. It’s no wonder this kid is already on night 5, you’re too easy,” I retort.
“It’s supposed to be playable/beatable, not downright impossible,” Springtrap argues.
“Tch,” I sit on top of the camera monitor.
Springtrap glared at me as I sat there unmoving as the player kept trying to play but would die immediately every time. Eventually the boy gave up and closed the game.
“Now I can really explore the game,” I mumble to myself.
When I made it to the arcade room, for a brief second, I saw a glint of light coming from behind one of the game machines. I crouched down trying to get a better look but fell flat on my face. As I tried to push myself up, my hand slipped and pushed a tile out of place. Light burst from where the tile had been and flooded the room.
