Summary: "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life." Or so the location seemed. For a young trainee working for Fazbear's Fright named Renata Turance, this place may not seem so sunshine-and-lollipops. 30 years later, she is sent to this place to salvage for Fazbear's Fright… but what could she find? An unexpected survivor, an odd friendship, and a fire.

Disclaimer: I don't Five Nights at Freddy's.

Renata Turance's PoV

I hissed as I made my way through the broken down wreckage that was supposedly "FredBear's Family Diner", or so the company that I was working for called it. "This place reeks." I scowled, gripping my flashlight with trembling hands. The thin beam of light revealed things that only disgusted me further: the horrible yellow shade of the entire establishment, the spitting, crackling wires that swung from the ceiling like an animatronic someone had told me about, the complete disarray further. I marched in angrily, my brown locks swinging against my back as I walked about. Spotting a doorway, I headed cautiously in, then instantly regretted it as an incredibly foul odor hit my nostrils. "Shit!" I swore as I covered my nose in disgust. I fervently looked around, then gaped in shock as something caught my eye. Attempting to keep the damn flashlight still with my spastic hands, I crept closer.

It was an animatronic.

As I stood there, my eyes bulging at the sight, I noticed something else. It appeared to be slumped over in such a way that I couldn't help but say it was in the fetal position- as though it was a corpse flung against the wall and left there, unattended, forgotten. The only way I couldn't say that was the rabbit-like ears bent over its forehead.

And while I was still looking at it, sure I'd gone mad, the being's eyes flickered open to my absolute disbelief. Before I could react, I was forced against the wall by bulky, strong hands that clenched around my shoulders. I squealed in terror like a pig, and I watched with terrified eyes as the animatronic peered at me through silver orbs. Its fur a horrible shade of cadmium like the rest of this place, its mouth ripped open to a permanent smile, wires springing out of it… I couldn't tell if I'd sleep again. Suddenly, I was let go, and I tumbled onto the floor, panting, as the thing bent down onto the ground before me.

"Wh-why are y-you scared?" it said, tilting its head. I managed to turn my head upwards to face it, and for some reason, I felt like this… whatever it was called, didn't intend to kill me.

Springtrap's PoV

I paused, my animatronic feet clanking on the stale ground of FredBear's Family Diner, as I looked at the being in front of me, collapsed onto the floor, its eyes wide and full of what I assumed to be fear. I felt (though I'm not sure exactly how) a bit guilty, and I stroked the back of her head as gently as I could with my huge, robotic hands. She shuddered. "W-what's your name?" I queried when I didn't get a reply.

"R-enata Turance," she said, wavering a little. She still shivered in terror. I felt sad, I didn't mean to scare her, however I did. I blinked once, then said, basically from programming, "M-my name i-is Springtrap." She managed to look at me in the eyes, and she slowly stopped spasming, but I was pretty sure she still felt uneasy. I gently lifted her up with one hand, which made her wince. Instantly, I said, "Y-you okay?" "Yes," she said indifferently. Not that it had much of an effect on me. "W-why are y-you here? C-certainly not to see m-me."

She glanced away. "I'm part of this place. Fazbear's Fright. They told me to come and salvage anything from here."

I hissed. "S-so you came to f-ind something from a p-place that was here m-more than 30 years ago? T-that's what you wanted?" I didn't know why I was mad, but I was. It was pointless, coming back to this empty place, when you could barely find anything. She flinched, backing away, staring back at me. I saw the tears threatening to spill in her eyes, and I felt awful. Why take it out on her?

"I'm sorry," she whispered, a fat tear rolling down her cheek. "I'm broke, and I had nowhere else to go. I didn't want to come back, but I did. Because of Fazbear's Fright… and…" I stared at her, flabbergasted, as she started to sob, quick, choking breaths, burying her face in her hands, shoulders hunched. I walked over to her, and she jolted, but I put my arms around her as gently as I could, the only thing I knew of that might help. She pressed her face into my ragged shoulder and gradually quieted down.

What was this feeling I had at that point? It felt warm, like my servos were gently whirring within me, well-oiled and moving as they were meant to. But at the same time, it was hard, defensive and strong, like the metal plating covering my delicate circuit boards. And it felt… good. Better than anything I'd felt before.

But I had yet to find out what it was.