Trigger Warning: Aside from the typical morbid things that the FNAF fandom has to offer, this series contains abuse. If that is not your cup of tea, feel free to leave the fanfiction. Your well being is more important to me than some reviews.

Disclaimer: The FNAF series is owned by Scott Cawthon.

Update (5/17/16): Replaced he/his pronouns with they/their. Also added a few details and changed things here and there to make the story flow better.

Update (11/18/16): Well, now that the murderer has an official name, I've gone and replaced my fan name for him with the official one. William Afton sounds a lot more sinister than Maxwell Edison anyways. (Not to mention that I had already changed Max's role to a protagonist/anti-hero before Sister Location even came out.)

Monster

Springtrap was something special. However, the young founders of Fazbear's Fright just couldn't see that. The group of drunks have plenty of other words to describe them. Gross. Creepy. Weird. Some idiot even called them Bonnie the Bunny's long lost brother once. Then, there was that word. Monster.

They weren't always that way. There was a time where Springtrap was split apart. Not in the way that a certain ex-employee broke those rusty buckets of bolts outside of the safe room. They were two separate beings. They still are.

Spring Bonnie was the entity that gave them a physical form. He had taken the form of a yellow bunny. None of the other restaurants had singing animals at the time. His purpose was simple. He was to stand on a stage and pluck the strings of a guitar for a whole lot of brats. Springtrap was not sure why they loved that job so much. All that they could say is that they simply adored what they used to do. Maybe that was why they always had mixed feelings when they went through their endoskeleton's memories.

The security guard used to have a name, but he had forgotten it over time. They decided to just call him the Purple Man due to the purple uniform he used to wear. All that he knew about him for certain was that he loved to hurt children. It wouldn't be long until the serial killer got the boys and girls to follow him as he lead them further and further away from their absent-minded families. All that he could remember was blood and dead bodies. It was like an addiction. Once he started, he couldn't stop.

If one were to see their situation in black and white, they would argue that Springtrap was really a demon taking control of a defenseless robot. However, that wouldn't be accurate because that wasn't the full story. Some of the Purple Man's hateful traits were passed down to him. Still, no one would believe just how much Spring Bonnie contributed to this savage.

The rabbit animatronic was very sweet and caring on his own. He loved making the children who came to his old restaurant smile. He loved playing the acoustic guitar. He loved the golden Fredbear. The fellow animatronic was the closest thing that he ever had to a brother. Still, he couldn't help but feel a bit of resentment towards him.

Sure, the children who came to Fredbear's Family Diner claimed that they didn't pick favorites and they loved them both. Spring Bonnie may have been a bit slow at times, but he wasn't an idiot. Fredbear was the one that all of the children came to see. Fredbear was the main attraction. Fredbear had the restaurant named after him. And what was Spring Bonnie? Simply background noise to his "golden" performances.

The bear animatronic didn't seem to have any resentment towards his brother. This only made Spring Bonnie feel guilty. He knew that he shouldn't hate him; they were all that each other had. Instead of talking it over, he had turned away from the problem and hoped that it would go away. All of the built up jealousy and hated were still there after his years in isolation. The fact that the Purple Man had a strange phobia of cartoonish bears didn't make things any better.

As Springtrap, no one was holding them back. The both of them let out all of their built up tension and stress through hunting down the current night guard and making sure his shift that night would be his last. The strength and energy that came with being a demon didn't make things any better. Their withered appearance made them a sight that was not for the faint of heart, and their scream was enough to make any grown man feel afraid.

Springtrap loved being themselves. They were the one that the children, teenagers, and adults would come to see. They were the main attraction at Fazbear's Fright. The restaurant may have not been named after them, but that was in their favor. The restaurant was based on the downfall of the pathetic Freddy Fazbear. Besides, what kind of a surprise would they be if everyone knew about them before paying the admission?

The possessed animatronic had smiled as they had crawled through the vents. The pounding of the metal was like music to their ears. They weren't sure how that night guard was able to fool them again and again with that balloon child trick. (Surely not the rabbit's dreadful selective hearing.) Still, he had made a fatal mistake. He had lead them over to CAM 10, the room farthest away from the office. What he didn't know was that Springtrap could climb up and crawl through the vents until they had made it to the office.

Once Springtrap had crawled out of the system, they had allowed their damaged feet to touch the ground. They turned to the office. The security office was blaring with red lights. They could even hear quiet curses from inside. Another glorious moment where the wide smile on their face actually conveyed their feelings. Despite their growing excitement, they had tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Kill the security guard now. Celebration after.

The animatronic walked down the hall. Springtrap had their hands behind their back as they hummed to themselves. Shortly after, they cracked up with laughter that sounded robotic and human at once. They knew that they could never look as innocent as they once had. Still, it was fun to play pretend and imagine the possibilities. (They could see it now. The night guard sitting in that swivel chair. The animatronic entering in a calm manner before snapping their neck. Now, that would be hilarious.)

Springtrap made a sharp turn towards the office. Soon enough, their damaged face appeared in the window. The security held had a monitor to their face. He was cursing even louder than before and doing his best to make the lights stop flashing. Springtrap squinted at his nametag. Mike, huh? Springtrap allowed his processor to search through their memories. Where had they had that name before?

Just then, the security guard put the monitor down.

Springtrap stayed put and offered their best smile. At one point, the Purple Man was handsome, and Spring Bonnie was seen as cute. But that was all in the past now. It wasn't that they weren't aware of how horrible they looked. It was just that they preferred to stay positive. They had a smile for everything nowadays.

The security guard said a few colorful words before stumbling over. He had grabbed the monitor at the last second. "Okay, okay. 5 AM. Plenty of time. I can do this!"

He reached for the monitor and started to update a few things. Springtrap felt the gears in their body start turn at full speed. This was the second best part of being the murderer. The exciting moment before the kill. The best part? The kill itself. Any remorse or sorrow that they may have felt before they died was long gone now.

Springtrap dashed through the halls. They waited for a brief moment before poking their head into the doorway. Here it comes. The moment of truth. Mike felt his presence. They could tell. It was the look on his face. How was he feeling? Paranoid? Overwhelmed? Scared? None of those words seemed to do the trick. It was in the same way that the words the teenagers used for them didn't work. Still, that look. Oh, that look. The look that Springtrap loved. The sweat on his forehead. The fear in his eyes. The animatronic felt more excited by the minute. All that they had to do was walk right inside and...

The bells of a nearby tower went off. Mike lifted his monitor and stared at Springtrap. The animatronic was unable to read his expression. On one hand, Mike was waiting for them to just come in and end it. On the other, there was a fire in those blue eyes. For once, Springtrap had just the word for it. Determination. It was almost like Fredbear.

Mike checked his watch for a brief moment. He had expected to see Springtrap standing in the doorway when he looked up. Instead, the creature had left just as soon as they had came.

Meanwhile, Springtrap had crawled through the vents once again. It wasn't long until they had made it back into the safe room. This was a room that nobody else in the amusement park knew about. Well, aside from the staff. Maybe Mike would be able to figure out where it was.

A lifetime of memories were stored inside. Some of the things plastered on the wall were professional like promotional posters. Others were drawings that the children gave Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. Time capsules from all four restaurants were everywhere. If Springtrap had searched hard enough, just about anything could be found inside. There were even a few old arcade machines in the back.

Now that they were alone, Springtrap had tried to sort through the memories from before. However, it proved to be more and more difficult with each passing moment.

What had stopped them from entering the office earlier!? They were this close to ripping that man's head off! Now, they missed their chance yet again.

But the new workers usually enter the building around six thirty. If they did anything then, the employees would see!

Let them see. Springtrap couldn't care less if anyone saw. They had spent all of their human life keeping everything secret. Besides, they could finally be taken seriously. They needed to be seen as more than just a children's toy.

What they needed was to think things through.

But this was their third night! Mike said he would only stay until the new place opened! Now, they only had two nights left, three if they were lucky. They had to make this quick. They were running out of time!

They had plenty of time! Were they even thinking about what they were doing? Would they really hand over whatever sanity they had left just for the sake of chaos?

Just then, a dark purple mist surrounded them. They felt their eyes widen. The last thing that Springtrap saw before slipping away was the purple shadows staring to take form. And suddenly, they were someone else entirely.

Spring Bonnie felt his knees give way beneath him. The rabbit animatronic collapsed to the ground. He had struggled to sit up. The Purple Man provided almost all of his strength and energy. Spring Bonnie was drained and tired on his own. He stood slowly. "How many times do I have to tell you? No!"

As soon as he realized he was alone, the rabbit animatronic stopped and looked around. He was still in the safe room, but something felt different. Did something happen? Why couldn't he remember?

"It's too late," A deep voice whispered. The rabbit felt his one working ear twitch at the sudden sound. Spring Bonnie immediately turned. The Purple Man leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. There was a smirk on his face. He moved away from the wall and walked towards him.

Spring Bonnie's eyes widened. "What?"

Just then, the memories came flooding back. He tried to let all of this new information sink in. It happened again. He had almost killed a man today. It was a miracle that he came back to his senses in time. Maybe that was all that he had to do. He had to remember Fredbear and those he loved. He had to keep himself strong. Otherwise...

"You really shouldn't be so upset about this," The Purple Man continued. "You're useless on your own. I overheard you admitting that once. Think of this as your one chance to be something you're not. To be stronger."

Spring Bonnie turned away. "I don't want to hear it. Just stop. Please."

The Purple Man grinned. "Don't pretend like you are the innocent one here. We were having the best time. You remember? We were so excited to get into the office. Not even Fredbear himself could make you that happy."

The rabbit animatroinc felt a wave of dread. He was right. Everything that he had ever done with Fredbear was innocent fun, and yet it didn't even come close to the rush that he felt as Springtrap. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he should just give up and learn to accept it.

Spring Bonnie shook his head. No! That was only what the Purple Man wanted him to think. Spring Bonnie wasn't like the old animatronics. They were only puppets, and the puppeteers were none other than the children who controlled them. He had to stay focused. Think of Fredbear. Think of all of the children at the diner.

"That's not true," He muttered. "Those weren't my thoughts. That was you. All of it was you! Besides, Fred would never do anything to hurt me!"

A moment of silence. The Purple Man smiled. "Well, would you look at that? It seems that our dear Springtrap has a weakness."

Spring Bonnie's eyes widened. Oh no.

"Don't you remember all those times at the diner?" The Purple Man asked. "You may have found him amusing, but that was only because there was no way out of being with him. You wanted to have your time in the sun so desperately. You wanted to be the main attraction instead of a little sidekick. And look at you now."

Spring Bonnie was silent for a long moment. He clenched his fists and looked up at the Purple Man. He felt rage boiling inside of him. "You're wrong. Maybe I felt that way at one point, but not anymore! You keep trying to use me. But it won't work! I don't need you to make me feel stronger. I have them! I know that I can't see them, or hear them, or feel them, but they're still with me! I know they are! And they are all I need to make me feel strong! So, just leave me alone!"

The room was quiet. Spring Bonnie waited for his reaction. What would the Purple Man do? Would he start yelling? Would he break him even more than he was now? Still, the rabbit animatronic wasn't about to take them back. It felt refreshing just to remember the faces of the ones he loved. The ones that he missed so much.

Then, the Purple Man burst out laughing. He wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh my God. Do you really think of all of your friends dying as something to be proud of? Can't say I'm surprised, but I didn't think you'd just admit it like that!"

Spring Bonnie clenched his fists even tighter. "That's not what I was trying to say! You're just twisting my words around!"

The Purple Man smirked. "Really now? So, you stopped caring about Fredbear. What about her?"

The rabbit animatronic froze. "No, please. Don't bring her into this."

The Purple Man smirked. "She's dead. She is never coming back. And you know who caused her death?"

The robot pressed his hands against his head. "Shut up."

The murderer pointed at him. "That's right!~ It was you!"

Spring Bonnie closed his eyes and shook his head. He would be crying angry tears if animatronics were capable of doing such a thing. "I said shut up!"

"Face it, Springtrap. This is who you are! You have been killing people since the start, and you take pride in it! You didn't need my help to make you into a horrible monster! You already were."

Spring Bonnie started trembling. Suddenly, it was too much. He feel back down to the ground. Electric shocks traveled throughout his body.

The Purple Man smirked. "Same plan as always. I'll see you tomorrow night. Until then, have fun wallowing in your own self-pity."

With that, he vanished into thin air. The rabbit animatronic knew that he would be coming back in a few hours. Still, he wished that he was the spirit instead. He wanted to fade away and never appear again. Because deep down, he knew that he was just making things up to make himself feel better. No one was really here with him. All the ones he loved had either been destroyed, or just simply abandoned him. He was just kidding himself.

Spring Bonnie wanted to see his old friends so bad, but it would never happen. Now that he mentioned her, things had only gotten worse. Maybe back then she would tolerate him. Now, she would probably scream and run away. Who could blame her? Who could care for someone as hideous as him?

The rabbit animatronic began to cry. (Even his sobbing sounded broken and wrong. Anyone that wasn't used to being near him would only hear drawn out screeching, but he wanted to believe that he sounded just as real and tangible as a human.) The only comfort he had now was the fact that the Purple Man had left him alone for awhile. He wanted to be alone right now. He needed to be alone right now.

Springtrap was something special. But Spring Bonnie...

Spring Bonnie was nothing.

A/N: Hello, world! So, I know that I should be updating on Nightmare. (I just had to give my non-FNAF 4 fanfiction that title, huh?) However, I have been obsessed with Springtrap ever since FNAF 3 came out. More specifically, I have been obsessing over Spring Bonnie and the Purple Man interacting with one another. I want to make a full-blown story, but I just can't. I don't know why. After getting inspired by United I Stand by CaveDwellers, I decided to just do this. Also, I need to stop annoying my sister with my Spring Bonnie needs. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little one-shots!

Next up will probably be something with Fredbear. I'll see how many people want more.

-Colorful and Free