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Renata Terence's POV

I had let out a lot of energy crying out, so I just sat there numbly with Springtrap beside me. My shoulders were tense and hunched forward, so Springtrap rubbed them as gently as he could. Slowly I felt better, my stiff muscles relaxing gradually. Still, there was this dull ache of sadness that couldn't be erased from me.

I slowly lifted my head and I saw that the clock was nearing the point where I would return to Fazbear's Fright. I looked back at the animatronic, who simply gazed back at me with those unsettling silvery eyes. Finally, I sat up straighter, and adjusted my glasses, which had nearly slid off in the wake of my tears. I still could taste the bitter tang of them in my mouth. I was pretty certain my face was entirely flushed, even more so from embarrassment.

"I have to go now," I told Springtrap, but my voice was hoarse from the tears. He simply looked at me with those silver eyes that continued to unnerve me at every glance. I reached out one hand to stroke his shoulder, and he caught it, giving it a gentle squeeze. He studied me with an unreadable look.

"I k-know," he said calmly, as though this wasn't new to him. "T-the nightg-guards a-always seemed to l-leave a-t this ti-me." But I swore I could see a glint of regret in his eyes, and he watched me with no attempt to keep me here. I wanted to stay here, but my boss would be angry with me- I was quite certain. He was mad enough with me for the past few days, and I didn't want to enrage him further.

"Bye, Springtrap," I whispered.

Then I walked out the door.

Clutching my velvet sweater, I made a mad dash down the road, puffing lightly as my breaths came out as white clouds of smoke in the cold winter. I was already shivering, for the poor air conditioning in the diner I had been in had made the place stifling warm. My handbag swinging against my hip and tripping my swift legs, I continued to run. I swiftly glanced down at my watch, and I jolted, seeing the time for my arrival swiftly ticking away.

"Oh shit, oh shit oh shit-" I gasped as I made a sharp turn around a corner. "Don't be late!" I spotted the building, a few blocks ahead, and I stopped only to wait anxiously for the blinking traffic lights to let me pass.

"Daris! Daris-" I yelled out my boss' name as I bursted into the decrepit building that was Fazbear's Fright. I paused, clutching my chest, as I fervently looked about the dark establishment. Since the building was as dark as could be, I couldn't see his figure, nor any sight of a person here. Instead of my terror, I felt angry. Angry for no reason. But I was.

I marched over to the desktop, and glared at the phone. I clicked in my boss' number, and I felt my fury envelop me as no sort of message came from the other end. Not even a message telling me where he was. I slammed down the receiver, then marched over to a corner and slunk down, numb as could be, not even being able to let out the water burning at the back of my sockets.

"Help me…" I whispered.

Springtrap's PoV

I stared in the direction of which Renata had left, watching the door swing shut. I slowly turned my gaze away from the doorway, and yet I felt hollow, nothing but this strange feeling clashing with sadness. It was her time to go anyway, I told myself firmly. She said so myself. You know that they never stay for long. But the feeling still ached within, and I couldn't make it leave.

I fiddled with my animatronic fingers, twiddling them this way and that, upturning them and inspecting them, finding nothing but the dirt and slowly rotting fabric that enveloped the endoskeleton. I looked around the depressingly empty place, without anything to interact with.

Help me…

I jolted, hearing that single voice. I quickly looked around, looking for a source. But nothing. Nothing that could've produced it.

And yet…

It sounded like Renata.

Slowly I stood up, and I looked at the solitary light that came from a lightbulb. I thought of Renata again, and I felt the emotion I had when I hugged her. And I knew… that I had to help her somehow. And then I said…

"I'm here."

For you.