The three animatronics stared around the woods, noting how dark it quickly got.
“Hmm…” Springtrap ran his fingers across his axe, “The mutt didn’t exactly give us any directions, how do we know where we’re even going?”
“Well, this has been a straight path so far so…”
“You were saying?” Springtrap groaned as he pointed, Golden Freddy and Puppet turned, seeing that the forest did indeed split into two seperate paths.
“Shoot, hm.. How about we take one path, and if that doesn’t work, we backtrack and take the other?”
“Could that even work?” Springtrap raised a brow.
“Of course, if we keep track of where we are, which shouldn’t be too hard for ya.” Puppet answered.
“Hmm… alright.” Springtrap sighed, still unsure.
“Which path should we take, then?” Golden Freddy stared between the two, clearly pondering.
“Good question.”
“Not like we can determine anything from them, they both look the same!” Springtrap, annoyed, motioned toward the paths, his tail flicking.
Golden Freddy and Puppet stared between them, and Springtrap was right, nothing really differentiated between them. Both were just trees after trees, alongside a dirt path.
“…I guess it’ll just have to be a lucky guess.” Puppet sighed.
Springtrap just pinched the bridge of his snout and Golden Freddy groaned. “I guess we can try left, then…” Golden Freddy sighed.
The three, with really no options left, took the left pathway.
As they traversed, the trees began to feel like they were getting closer. Springtrap lightly groaned, disillusioned by the whole endeavor. Eventually, the rabbit huffed, “This damned mission…”
“Are you gonna complain about every single little thing??” Golden Freddy glared back at him, “Hard enough to plan stuff without your whining.”
Springtrap froze. Puppet just sighed, already knowing where this was heading.
“Maybe I should if you’re gonna be a dick to me the entire time!” Springtrap growled, “My body ain’t exactly in the best condition for this.”
“Yes. We get it. You’re an old man.” Golden Freddy rolled his eyes.
“OLD MAN?!?!” Springtrap screamed at the top of his destroyed lungs, recoiling, “I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I’M MORE AGILE THAN YOU’D EVER BE!”
The rabbit’s muzzle scrunched, his teeth barred. He was clearly pretty pissed off about the comment.
Puppet, sensing that somebody might die at this rate, got in the way of the two, “Guys, what did I JUST say an hour ago!?”
“Can it!” Springtrap snarled, before turning back to Golden Freddy, “For somebody that needed me so badly, you sure don’t seem grateful I’m actually giving a damn to help ya!”
Golden Freddy’s muzzle scrunched slightly, “I didn’t even want your help. I wasn’t too keen on working with somebody like you.”
“And yet I’m here, ain’t I?” Springtrap answered, snidely, crossing his arms.
Golden Freddy, ever the calm one, kept his composure, but his glowing eyes and scrunched muzzle made it clear he was starting to lose his patience with the rabbit (he was surprised he hadn’t been), and Springtrap couldn’t help but relish it.
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With a huff, Golden Freddy turned around and continued to walk off. Springtrap growled, “Yeah. That’s what I thought, Yellow Bear.”
“Just stay calm…” Puppet whispered to Golden Freddy softly.
The Yellow Bear sighed, Puppet was right. They couldn’t afford to have Springtrap’s head blown into bits right now, despite how annoying the rabbit was to the both of them.
“Let’s just continue.” Puppet sighed.
However, Springtrap pointed, “Guys, there’s light down there.”
The three were surprised to find a little village just outside the forest borders.
“Huh… Well, the path led us somewhere.” Golden Freddy shrugged, about to walk into the village.
“Woah- wait, hey, what are you doing?!” Springtrap interrupted, yanking him back with a strong grip.
“What?” Golden Freddy turned to him, confused.
“We can’t just walk into a populated village willy-nilly! Look at us!” Springtrap motioned to themselves, “We would be chopped down instantly!”
“He’s right,” Puppet said, “We don’t even know what year we’re in.”
“Damn, you’re right.” Golden Freddy pressed his paws to his chin, clearly trying to think of a new plan.
“We need to sneak in and find any clues we can.”
“How do we even know this is the place we’re looking for?” Springtrap raised a brow.
“We don’t. We just have to hope we got lucky.”
Springtrap nearly facepalmed, but refrained.
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The three silently snuck in through the very edge of the village and took retreat in an alleyway, staring at their new surroundings.
“Place looks cozy.” Springtrap grunted.
“It does, yes. But keep an eye out for anything that could lead us closer to a clue.” Puppet reminded the two.
They peered through a crack in the alley. Shops and taverns littered the quaint area, aligning perfectly with the stone roads.
“Guys, look.” Puppet pointed.
Golden Freddy and Springtrap looked down, and saw black sludge, trailing down the road.
“Agony…” Golden Freddy’s brow furrowed.
“Of course.” Springtrap had been very familiar with agony for a long time.
“Follow that trail…”
The three began to follow the agony, while staying hidden in the shadows.
A loud clock chimed in front of them, and the three stared at the source.
The Clock Tower.
“That’s where we’re going.” Puppet stared at the sludge, clearly leading toward what appeared to be the clock tower.
As they crept through the alleyways, they were caught off guard by a loud yelp. Panicked, the three turned and saw a middle-age bearded man, simply staring at them in fright. Immediately, and with no warning to the other two, Springtrap sprung into action.
“Springtrap, wait. Springtrap-!” Puppet called out.
But it was too late, Springtrap had gripped the poor man with his wrist. The man was kicking, very loudly as he rammed against Springtrap’s legs in a panic.
The rabbit, completely unsure what to do, tightened his grip and-
SNAP
The man went limp, the kicking and whimpering stopped.
It took Springtrap a few seconds to realize he had snapped the man’s neck. He quickly dropped the man, who immediately began to bleed.
“Springtrap, oh my god, you killed him!!” Golden Freddy yelled, motioning toward the man.
“He was gonna attract everyone’s attention!” Springtrap retorted.
“I think this might attract more attention…” Puppet was completely stunned.
Springtrap, quickly planning, hid the man in a dark crevice of the alleyway, covering him with nearby bags of trash and wood.
“There. No one will find him, at least for a while.” Springtrap seemed proud of his handiwork.
Puppet couldn’t help but shiver, “You’re scarily good at hiding bodies…”
“Why do you think the cops never found yours?” Springtrap grumbled as he finished the remaining touches to the body.
Golden Freddy and Puppet just shared a look of concern.
“Come on, let's get out of here.” Springtrap quickly stood up and walked off. Golden Freddy and Puppet followed, trying to ignore the very questionable murder.
