Ashes to Ashes, Night 2 (1:30 AM)

	"What do you think you're doing with that?"

    "You're going to hurt yourself Samuel."

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    "You know you really shouldn't hang around in those vents for too long, not alot of oxygen and stuff." The shambling corpse picked at her teeth.  She noticed Samuel's perplexed expression. "It's a habit, was a big meat eater before all this." She explained. "Definitely lots of that carbon monoxide shit though, used to have the pump it out every week." Samuel's breathing quickened and he began to strain against the bindings. "Hey, pay attention." Springtrap pulled the mask back, then let it snap against Samuel's face.


    "Fuck!" Samuel cursed.

    "Yeah I know, this place is horrible. They only play that stupid atmospheric music instead of anything good, and it reeks." The robot paused. "I mean it probably would if I could smell." The animatronic undid the straps of the mask and held it into the air. The mask seemed to be in the shape of Freddy's face, except for the can attached to the mouth labeled with a smiling Fredbear. "Red scare era gas mask, pretty cool right? Wasn't very popular, scarier than the bots, and I'm talking about the really old ones, none of this safety stuff and kid friendly parts crap."

    "Let me out of this shit." Samuel spat back.

    "Look, I let you go with the F-bomb but you really gotta cool it with the swears, management really doesn't like that." The suit bent down under the table and slammed an animatronic leg piece onto the table. "There'll be plenty of time for cursing anyway."

    "What the hell is that?"

    "It's a spare leg piece. Lift up your leg."

    "Hey, fuck off!" Samuel kicked his leg at the spring-suit. She caught onto the ankle and began to apply pressure on one of the toes.


    "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." Samuel screamed in pain as the bone in the toe was snapped. "We are currently doing the easy way." She opened the latch on the piece, snapping it open. She pushed Samuel's leg into the piece and re-latched it to form a plastic cast around Samuel's lower leg.

    "Okay, alright I did it. Wait, wait what are you grabbing for now?" Samuel pleaded, still whimpering from the pain.

    "Right now the leg is in suit form right? So we just gotta fix that..." Springtrap put a wrench around a large bolt near Samuel's ankle. "It's going to get a little tight." She smiled. With a quick turn the bolt spun around and clicked in place.

    "Hey, hey that's really tight! Get it off!"

    "Might wanna hold on to that thought, you're going to want to scream so I'd save your breath." Springtrap leaned down to eye level with the leg piece. She closed one eye and aimed her finger to the gap between the kneecap and and the lower leg piece. She flicked at it.

    It shook around Samuel's leg before the springs exploded right into the flesh. Samuel's body tensed and pushed against the straps with as much strength as he could. The pain was too much to even scream, instead his mouth gaped open and his body shook in silent agony.

    "So this is probably the best time to explain what's going on." Springtrap sighed as she patted the destroyed limb. Blood pooled from the leg and began to drip to the floor. "I'm going to do that to every part of you Samuel. Starting from the legs and stopping at your head. And I'm going to keep you alive through it all." Samuel raised his head to get a better view at the remains of his leg. Blood was still leaking from it, and flesh and muscle had been squeezed off. From his kneecap down it opened like a banana peel.

    Springtrap's hands clasped over the sides of Samuel's head and forced him to look straight into her eyes. "Because I need to see what happens after. Whether I can make it happen or if me and them were just flukes. I'd like to streamline this, I really would, but I got a theory," She hissed out.

    "It has to be agonizing, drawn out, as painful as possible. That's how it worked for them, and I definitely know that's how it worked for me. So." Springtrap reached under and pulled out another leg. "You ever saw that Misery movie? Well now that you know what's going to happen," She gave Samuel a light pat on the head. Samuel still was dazed and looked like a deer in headlights. "It's going to be much, much worse than that."

    Samuel stared up at the single light hanging from the ceiling.

    "That's good, focus on something. The pain is going to bring you back but you relax for now. Wouldn't worry too much about bleeding out either, those pieces keep most of the blood in, with how tight it gets and all."

    Samuel felt matted fur and silicone skin brush over his leg. He debated mentally whether it would be better to wait in surprise or watch the device snap around his leg. He looked down and observed her gently latch the leg back into place and lean closer to it. "Y-You can't do this. This is fucking evil." Samuel stuttered, his face growing pale.

    Springtrap turned and tsked. "Samuel please, this is nothing." She purred. Without looking she smacked her hand against the leg.

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    The cameras, though none were focused at the room, picked up the combination of metal and bone snapping, flesh tearing, and Samuel's wail.