Quiet Life Intermission

Springtrap, seated in his room and slumped against the usual spot, allowed himself a moment’s rest, his eyelids closing.
He was surrounded by five figures. Their skin glimmered with an unearthly pallor, while black, viscous liquid cascaded from their eyes and mouths.  The man felt himself torn apart by the suit’s workings, mangling him from the inside out.  His ribcage was being pulled in two different directions, while a piece of metal was pressed into his throat. It was suffocating, as if a thousand pound weight was upon his chest.
The figures had two arms and two legs, and their humanity ended there. Three of the figures bore bestial snouts on their face, of varying shape and length. William’s vision grew blurry as another pair of eyeballs squeezed into his sockets, between his rheumy eyes and bone. He noted an avian beak on one figure, it’s teeth lined in a jagged manner.  The figure standing in front of the lineup was the most human-like, bearing a grin devoid of teeth and an almost featureless face which shone with lunar brilliance.  The five beings disappeared into grey mist, as William’s brain was pounded to mush by a plate sliding forward into his skull cavity.
The sharp pain jolted Springtrap into another dream.  The stench of smoke and burning flesh flooded his senses, as the Interloper stared intently at him. It’s mask, quivering ever so slightly. Black liquid bleeding from its form. A girder fell forward onto Springtrap, at the same time as the thing’s “face” lurched forward at him.
Springtrap woke up to hear Bonnie’s screaming from down the hall, and ran to see the half-rabbit sliding from Freddy’s stump. Along with it trailed a serpentine tail of mixed bone and gore, plugged into the bear’s arm.