Today went just as great as all the other days before it.

  Just sat in the safe room, barely hanging with anybody, apart from his beloved fire axe, Tracy (No, it's not weird).

  Yeah, to say the day was mediocre was an understatement.

  Springtrap sat by the safe room arcade, just chatting with Tracy, who's, as Springtrap had noticed, tip had grown dull.

  "No axe of mine will be dull!" The determination in his voice rang out, as he stared at the axe with his hands on his hips. After a good bit of tinkering, Springtrap was able to sharpen his axe just nicely, leaving Tracy shiny.

  "Thank god," Springtrap chuckled, "You were looking rather stiff. Now, are you feelin' any better-?" His thought process was interrupted when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

  "Springtrap." The voice behind him interrupted.

  Springtrap growled, any playfulness in his voice gone, as he had recognized the voice instantly, but he turned, and kept a snide demeanor, "Well, if it isn't the Golden Freddy. Coming to pay your old friend a visit?"

  Springtrap couldn't help but be slightly confused. Golden Freddy utterly despised his very being. The feeling was mutual, of course. He hated all of those goody-two-shoed animatronics. He would've killed them (again) if he had the opportunity to, but they had sort of locked him into a pact (a story for another day).

  But it still wasn't normal for anyone to enter his territory. He didn't cross too often into theirs, after all. They had an entire pizzeria, while he had a low-budget saferoom that hadn't been renovated in decades.

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  Golden Freddy glared back, "I don't want to be here."

  "Then why are you here?" The rabbit glared.

  It was then the third voice piped in, "Well, you see...."

  Springtrap had to stop himself from audibly groaning. It was the only voice he hated other than that pesky purple bunny's. The marionette. It was just something with his voice that pissed the rabbit off to no end. He usually just kept it inside. So alas, he let Puppet finish.

  "There's a psychotic killer on the loose!"

  "K."

  "Well, usually, that would be an okay response from you. But he's been striking pizzerias similar to ours recently." Golden Freddy replied.

  "And well, we want you to track him down for us." Puppet finished.

  Springtrap's ears perked up, "What?! Why?!"

  "Simply put, you're the most durable and likely to solve this out of all of us." Golden Freddy explained, seemingly having prepared for this very talk.

  Springtrap stared back and forth between Puppet and Golden Freddy, giving them a dirty glare, "I was a killer at one point, and you expect me to believe that some random bozo came and decided to just.... dismantle some animatronics... That's it?"

  "I... guess." Even Puppet realized how stupid it sounded.

  "What would they even want with you scrap heaps?" Springtrap couldn't help but question. All the robots were old, after all, it wasn't like they were worth too much nowadays.

  "Ridiculous or not, we'll still be in a heap of trouble if we don't attempt to stop em'!" Golden Freddy sighed, still facing the rabbit.

  ".....ugggggghhhh, fine." Springtrap growled, even though he knew he would much rather be doing anything else.

  Golden Freddy stared at the rabbit, a hint of respect present for him. Springtrap returned it with his glare.

  "Thank you. We're counting on you, Springtrap."

  "We're gonna go look for anything we can find." Golden Freddy nodded, the reluctance still in his voice.

  And with that, Golden Freddy and Puppet left the room, leaving Springtrap to his own devices.

  "Gee, thanks, how nice of you to leave me anything to go off of..."