SJWAQL Part 3

Springtrap gingerly laid Ballora down upon the nearest operating table, which was stationed on the right of the doorway. He heard the clicking of human footsteps rushing down the halls, and stepped to the side to let his employees through. The workers were clad in purple doctor’s scrubs, the color of which was chosen to boost company morale. This is an important detail, because blood does not show up as distinct on purple as it does on bare skin.

The five men attempted to push the table upon which Ballora’s massive body rested. Springtrap watched the group strain themselves against insurmountable odds to no avail, at which point he motioned for them to step aside. Springtrap gripped the table with one hand, and with a robust shove sent Ballora’s body sliding over to the repair station in the middle of the room. Springtrap would get to play with one of his favorite toys.


The repair station was originally a box of power tools, but Springtrap had revamped and modernized it to accommodate a wealth of needs. Automated maintenance, medical emergencies,  paint buffing, it was akin to a swiss army knife in it’s diversity of possible applications. Springtrap’s fingers probed a cup, and found his special scalpel, forged for use by his large fingers. It’s blade was three inches thick. At this point, he turned around and looked down at his employees.

“We’re doing invasive surgery today, boys. We’ll cut around the abdomen,” Springtrap said. As he said this, he couldn’t help but admire his own voice. Gone were the days of a stuttering corporate flunkey; now he held all the aces in the deck and then some. Richard Grey was the chief medical officer, and directed his four subordinates to grab a buzzsaw. Springtrap wasn’t entirely up to date on who he had hired, as these experiments were done in house.

Mr. Grey  latched the restraining cuffs on the operating table; Ballora’s arms and legs were effectively tied down. In the event of a rude awakening, Ballora could do absolutely nothing about it.

To begin the operation, Springtrap stuck his scalpel into Ballora’s plastic torso, and began cutting.