Hey guys, Goldie here.

I'm REALLY sorry it's been so long, it's just that half these days I can't get my lazy ass out of bed to actually write. I know, I'm pathetic. Also sorry about the short chapter, but school is starting soon, so I WILL be writing more often! I hope you enjoy this short chapter of Springtrap being tortured!

-Goldie

"Soooo... What now?" Springtrap asked, shuffling awkwardly in place. "We'll abandon them and let them die," Goldie responded, rolling his eyes. At this, the rabbit gasped in excitement, joy filling his eyes. "NO!" Goldie snapped, slapping Springtrap straight out of his fantasy. "Obviously, we have to FEED them, BATHE them, CHANGE them- and do a bunch of other stuff to keep those little bastards alive!" Springtrap scoffed, glaring at Freddy, who was throwing weak punches at his feet. "Speaking of which, they need to be fed! Kitchen. NOW" He commanded, carrying both Chica and Bonnie, and dragging Foxy by his oversized shorts, thus leaving Springtrap with his arch-nemesis. He groaned, bending over to pick Freddy up, but the second that his hand touched Freddy's arm, his teeth came snapping down on it. "ARRGH! DAMN IT!" Springtrap howled in pain while clutching his hand, which was now imprinted with several teeth marks. Freddy smirked, content with himself. "Why, you little... GET OVER HERE!" Springtrap growled furiously, tackling Freddy to the floor and pinning his arms against his back. Realizing that he had failed to escape Springtrap's clutches, Freddy began to kick and scream, violently flailing in Springtrap's grip. Despite his best efforts, he was unable to get his arms loose. "That's right, you little bitch... Springtrap muttered, beginning to walk towards the Springtrap finally arrived at the kitchen, he saw that Goldie had already begun cooking. Looking around, he also saw that Chica, Foxy, and Bonnie were all strapped into high-chairs and were squealing happily. "God, FINALLY. What took you so damn long?!" Goldie asked impatiently. "Speak for yourself," Springtrap grumbled, dragging a sobbing Freddy across the floor. Apparently, he had taken as long as it takes for Goldie to cook some pasta for 3 babies AND dish it out just to get Freddy into the kitchen. Looking at the plates filled with food, Springtrap's stomach began to growl. "But- You forgot to make me some!" He whined, trying to act as pitiful as he could possibly get. "Well, you can lick the pot. At least then I won't have to do the dishes," Goldie responded coldy, heading over to the table. Springtrap shot him a death glare, but a mouthful of tasty pasta sauce ended his frustrations. "Sooo... How does this work again?" Springtrap asked, bewildered. "Obviously you have to feed them," Goldie replied, taking a spoonful of pasta and feeding it to an excited Bonnie, who giggled and clapped her hands together. He then took another spoonful and waved it in front of Foxy's face, but the pirate was fast asleep. "No?" Goldie asked, prodding Foxy's mouth with the spoon. Foxy lazily opened his mouth, giving him the opportunity to stick the spoon inside his mouth. Then, he proceeded to fall asleep again, food in mouth and all. Goldie facepalmed and shook his head. " Now, why don't you try with Freddy?" Springtrap groaned, still licking the pot that Goldie had cooked with. "Fine," he muttered impatiently, taking a spoon and shoving it in Freddy's face. Startled by the foreign object, Freddy knocked the spoon straight out of Freddy's grip and burst into tears. Again. The spoon went flying straight at Springtrap's face, and he was unfortunately unable to dodge the incoming piece of cutlery. Pasta sauce splattered all over Springtrap's face, leaving bright streaks of red where it hit. "Rrrr... Why YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Springtrap slammed his fists onto the table, scaring all of the babies and jolting Foxy right out of his sleep. Freddy started sobbing hysterically, violently thrashing in his high chair. However, momentum kicked in and sent the high chair toppling over and crashing down to the floor. Freddy let out an earsplitting scream and began to roll around the ground, bawling. The others began whimpering and all held on to Goldie for protection. Chica sniffled and wriggled her way into Goldie's grip. "Uhh, Chica, you know that I'm not actually your mom- let alone a girl," Goldie stammered, visibly embarrassed. Chica however nuzzled closer to his chest- Rather uncomfortably so. "I-I can't breastfeed!" He gasped. "But if you need a girl, maybe you should go to Springtrap then," He smirked. "Go eat a dick..." Springtrap grumbled, walking out of the kitchen. "Welp, I'm screwed." Goldie took a look at just what exactly he was dealing with here. Freddy was throwing a tantrum on the floor, Bonnie and Foxy would not let go of his arms, and Chica had mistaken him for her mother. "Fuck me..." He said, beginning to regret this whole revenge scheme.