Fortnight at Freddy's: Night 6

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Night 6: To my relief, Springtrap is waiting at the door to meet me tonight. I nearly throw myself at him, but I control myself and gently hug him instead. He seems slightly angry from last night, but I try to ignore this as we walk to the office together. “Any sign of S. Freddy?” I ask nervously. “No. I hope that monster stays far away from you tonight, because otherwise he will get hurt.” Springtrap’s eyes are flickering with barely contained fury, and his hands are clenched into fists. I delicately touch his hand, and he jerks back for a moment before relaxing and taking my hand in his. “You need to calm down a bit, Springtrap,” I whisper as we enter the office. He doesn’t respond, instead walking over to the desk. The normally empty desk has a wrapped box on it, which I’m surprised about. He hands it to me, smiling slightly. “What’s this for?” I ask him curiously, carefully turning the box in my hands. “You’ll see. Go ahead and open it, Ivy.” I nod and carefully tear off the black wrappings to reveal a silver chest with duller silver studs on leather strips running down the lid. Golden padlocks finish off the box’s exterior, and I look up at Springtrap in confusion. He grins and hands me a tiny golden key. “Springtrap, what is this?” “Open the chest and you’ll find out,” he replies quietly. Hesitantly, I fit the key into the first padlock and unlock it, setting the opened lock on the desk before doing the same with the second one. Taking a breath, I carefully open the lid. Inside the chest is the smallest animatronic I’ve ever seen. It looks like Springtrap, but its fur is softer, and it has dagger-like, albeit tiny teeth bared in a permanent grin. “W-What is that?” I breathe. “My…little brother, you could say.” His voice is filled with pride and a hint of…love, possibly? “Did you make him yourself?” I ask, seeing a few loose ends and patches here and there. Springtrap nods proudly. “Yes. I was working on him last night after I took Mangle apart. I did need a few pieces from its endoskeleton to finish his body.” I stare down at the little machine for a moment, then to my surprise, his head turns and he looks up at me. “Hi!” His voice is a little higher than Springtrap’s, but it isn’t high enough to be annoying. “I’m Plushtrap!” His eyes stare into mine before he stands up and leaps out of the box and into my arms. I’m taken aback, but still aware enough to catch him. I look up into Springtrap’s grinning face. “Do you like him?” he asks me eagerly. “Yes, he’s adorable. Why are you giving him to me?” I ask. His eyes darken for a moment. “I need you to take him home with you. When the Nightmares awaken, they won’t stay at the Pizzeria. They’ll invade your dreams. Plushtrap is another protector. He’ll wake you if he senses that you’re in trouble in your dreams.” “How will he be able to tell?” Plushtrap taps my shoulder, and I look down again. “I’m special,” he replies, smiling up at me. Hearing a noise in the hallway in front of us, Springtrap instinctively shoves me behind him, and I cling to Plushtrap for comfort while his ‘brother’ grabs the flashlight and charges the intruder, screeching. I see a splash of oil before Springtrap turns around, panting but victorious. His left eye is scratched, and I wince upon seeing the damage. He doesn’t seem to notice or care, walking over to make sure that I’m all right. “I’m fine, but your eye doesn’t look right,” I say the moment he opens his mouth. “It doesn’t matter,” he says after a moment. “That stupid chicken didn’t damage my video receptors, so I can still see just fine.” “So that was Withered Chica?” He nods, before handing me the tablet and flashlight and sprinting down the East Hallway towards the basement generator. Sighing, I sit in the chair and settle Plushtrap on my lap. He cuddles close to me, comforting me with his presence. I see Bonnie in the East Hallway, and I quickly shut him out before checking the other doors. No one else is nearby, and I take these precious few seconds to wind the music box. I hear an odd noise on the Kitchen camera again, and I try to figure out what it is, my eyes narrowing as I try to concentrate on the unidentifiable noise. “I think that’s S. Freddy’s laugh…” I mutter after a few seconds, and Plushtrap nods in agreement. “I hope Springtrap is safe out there,” I say to Plushtrap as I flip through the cams. I see the power level going up and sigh in relief. “Well, at least he’s still out there.” Plushtrap suddenly clambers off of my lap and pads over to the left door. “I think you might want to check this one,” he says quietly. I do as he says, and to my horror, I hear Foxy’s distinctive footsteps pounding down the hallway towards me. I slam my fist into the ‘Door’ button and nearly collapse in relief as it slams shut, trapping the vicious machine outside. “Ivy! Are you alright?” I turn and am met with a wall of yellow fur as Springtrap picks me up from the floor and looks down at me with concern.