The Birth of Springtrap

       Vincent always knew he would die someday. Of course, everyone dies eventually, but he knew the causes would be anything but natural. That's what happens when you kill children and they turn into murderous animatronics who go on a rampage in attempts to kill the night guard, you know?
       As he was finishing up the message for the upcoming guard, his inability to properly keep track of the cameras got the best of them. Seemingly out of nowhere, Freddy popped into the room, screeching loudly in his ear. Vincent leaped up, narrowly dodging the brown bear. Glancing through the window on the right, he saw Chica close on Freddy's heels. He imagined Bonnie was probably closing in too. Snatching up a crowbar, he took a chance and went left. As he guessed, Bonnie was blocking his path of escape. He rose the crowbar and yelled ferociously, raising it in the air and charging the purple rabbit. With expert aim, he nailed the side of Bonnie's neck where some inner wires were exposed, causing the animatronic to temporarily seize up. Of course, Vincent knew it would only last a few seconds. He ducked underneath Bonnie's arm right as Bonnie unlocked and began to turn, continuing the chase. Granted, he forgot to take Foxy into account. The large, red pirate fox stood, looming at the end of the hallway and preparing to charge.
       But Vincent didn't need to make it to the end of the hall. He just needed to make it far enough. Unknown to the animatronics, there was a hidden room they were programmed unable to find. If he could make it inside, he'd be safe till morning.
       Right as Foxy began his deathly sprint, Vincent ducked into the hidden room, slamming the door shut behind him. Panting heavily, he sank down to the floor, beads of sweat pouring down his face. If only that stupid puppet hadn't reanimated the souls of those children he murdered. He was gravely outnumbered and there was no way he would ever be able to escape them. There were at least five of them, possibly more. He wasn't entirely sure anymore. He just wanted to get his paycheck at the end of the week and then he was through. The stress and danger just wasn't worth it anymore.
       Vincent pressed his ear to the door and listened to the restaurant. Usually he could hear the sounds of the animatronics stomping around in search of him, but tonight was silent. He glanced at the sixth inactive animatronic that laid slumped over in the corner of the room he was in. No one else even knew it existed. It used to be an animatronic known as Spring Bonnie but it later came to be known as Springtrap after it seized up and killed some guards many years ago. It was shut down for good but instead of scrapping it, they just stored it in this hidden room. They made it too easy for him to kill those children. Once he found the suit, it was easy to lure the children into the back and kill them. Of course, most employees thought it was Golden Freddy given no one knew this back room existed. Vincent almost felt bad for the guy who was framed for all the murders. Granted, it was his own fault for tampering with the animatronics.
       After about an hour of silence, Vincent began to get nervous. Something wasn't right, he could just feel it. Glancing back over to Springtrap, he contemplated getting in the suit for the rest of the night. Suddenly, he heard child-like moaning coming from the walls, similar to what was heard when Bonnie and Chica were nearby. He jumped up and glanced around the room fearfully. Within seconds, a dark, shadowy figure had appeared within the room. He recognized it as the ghost of the first employee to be crushed by Golden Freddy's suit. He snarled angrily and shouted, “Beat it!” Shadow Freddy and Shadow Bonnie were nothing but nuisances. That's when he noticed the smaller, brighter glows emerging from the walls. The spirits of the children had left the suits! No wonder it was so quiet. They were coming right for him!
       Vincent had to come up with something and fast. Without a second thought, he leaped into Springtrap's suit, hoping the children wouldn't recognize him. Granted, Vincent never took into account the rain that was leaking into the decrepit room right above where the suit was sitting. Mere seconds after he donned the suit, the lever seized and snapped back, allowing the inner metal pieces to slide back into their proper places, crushing him within the suit.
        Vincent gasped in agony, coughing out blood as he was crushed to death. His blood oozed from the seams of the aged suit, making him look worse than the children when he hid them inside the animatronics. He collapsed to his knees, coughing and wheezing before slumping against the wall, his vision going dark. As his life faded, he didn't know what would happen. Would he encounter a bright light? Would there be anything after this life at all? He just didn't know.
      After what felt like an eternity, Vincent opened his eyes once more. Wait… this can't be right. He was still in the back room! The ghosts of the children were gone now. He tried to move but he felt heavy, as if everything had been asleep for a long time. Forcing himself to look down, he went cold with horror. He was still in the suit. He tried to call out for help, but the only sound that came out was the crackle of a shot voice box.
       Suddenly, Shadow Freddy reappeared in front of him. He seemed to be smirking, but Vincent wasn't entirely sure. Then he spoke. “I imagine you're confused, right? Probably even a little scared. Well, allow me to sum things up for you. You remember all those children you murdered and stuffed into the animatronics, how you trapped their souls here and doomed them to wander here for eternity? Of course you do. Well, consider this your punishment. Enjoy eternity being trapped back here, alone and forgotten. No one will miss you anyway.” With that, he disappeared, leaving an eerie silence.
       Vincent would cry if he could. He tried to move, if only a little, but he couldn't control the suit at all. It was just so heavy and he felt so weak. Eventually, he gave up and accepted his fate. He was stuck here now, one of those blasted animatronics, a decrepit suit no one even remembered. Now, he was Springtrap.