A Weird Connection
William (Now Springtrap) is chilling out in the suit at the Fazbear Frights building. Suddenly, he starts hearing a child's voice and experiencing weird things only a wizard could explain...
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There is a rumor…a rumor of a toy that’s connected to a certain suit. No one knows if it’s really true…Not even the owner of the toy knows of this rumor. What the toy owner DID understand however, was how dangerous the toy could be. If they weren't careful, the toy could bite the child’s fingers. And it’s happened before. The child has scars from the bites he’s received over the years. Thankfully though, no one’s noticed the marks. No one even remembered that the child had such a dangerous toy…
Meanwhile, at the empty Fazbear Frights:
William (Now nicknamed Springtrap) was living what he believed to be his last days. All he knew was that he was in a haunted house somewhere. He didn’t know where exactly he was, but he knew that every spot on his body ached from being crushed in the suit.
Springtrap was waiting patiently for something new to happen. He had no idea about the strange little curse that had been placed on the suit by an anonymous figure. What William did know however…was the feeling of dampness on his body. He felt…wet. Like he had just been plunged into a warm ocean. Or a bathtub.
Then he began to hear voices…they were a little kid’s voice, too…
“Scrub-a-dub-dub!”
William blinked and looked around in pure confusion. If he still had eyebrows, one of them would definitely be raised right now.
William had to admit though…the sensation of water on his body felt really good. It temporarily took away the feeling of entrapment and achiness from the suit. He felt like floating and sighing in satisfaction with a small smile.
“Time to get you clean!” William heard from the mysterious child’s voice in his head. Clean? HA! William was far from clean. His hands were filthy. Both literally and metaphorically. He could touch something and transfer gunk onto the cleanish spot.
Out of nowhere, William let out a weird sound and clutched his stomach. The sound his mouth made was almost similar to a dog’s bark!
Then…the strangest thing happened: A wobbly wide smile started to grow onto his face. William mentally cursed to himself as he felt something similar to a brush on his stomach. The brush was softly, and slowly, scrubbing his belly. He felt like lashing out and rolling around on the floor. But like hell he was gonna do that! He may be alone, but he still felt the eyes of the animatronics watching his every move. He was NOT gonna roll around like a sushi roll. Not on his life!
“Good grief! This is harder than I thought!” The child’s voice said in a reactive tone.
William had no idea what was happening. All he knew was that a brush of some sort was scrubbing all over his belly. This scrubbing created a very…funny kinda sensation. William hated saying the word. Even saying the word filled his stomach with butterflies. And that did NOT help his situation in the slightest.
William couldn’t help it! He started to titter and hiss through his teeth. He finally started to kick his feet out involuntarily. He even yelped everytime the invisible brush scrubbed his lower belly. His lower belly was a SUPER BAD SPOT for the man! And the kid (If there was even a kid) had no idea!
The child started to sing a little clean up song as he scrubbed the lower belly more. The lower belly scrubbing mixed with the teasy singing from the child, made him finally break. His weakened lungs began to push out all the pent-up laughter that hid in his lungs for so long. He growled amidst his laughter and clutched his stomach as he laughed.
“HAHAhahahAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT’S GOHOHOIHIHING OHOHON?!”
The animatronics that were there in the building, walked over to observe the grumpy animatronic laughing for once in his afterlife. It didn’t even occur to them that he was capable of such laughter! They thought he had lost all feelings except anger, as a result of dying. Now that they saw him laughing, they had to rethink their theory.
“HEHEHEEEELP MEEEEE!” He shouted, reaching his hands out to the animatronics.
But the animatronics didn’t say anything, let alone help him. They just watched with their eyeless sockets.
Soon, the scrubbing stopped. The brush had left him alone. William sighed a big sigh of relief.
…only for the scrubbing to show up on his right foot. “If you were real, this would really tickle!” The voice in his head said.
William growled more as his laughter took over once again. “NOOOOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA! DAHAHAMN YOHOHOHOU!”
What do you mean ‘If you were real’?! OF COURSE HE’S REAL! And DAMMIT, This DOES tickle!
William had no idea why this was even happening. He had no clue why he felt like he was drenched in hot water, and why there was a kid talking to him. Was this supposed to be another torture method for him?! Only it didn’t sound like Cassidy’s voice this time. It sounded…too young to be Cassidy's voice. And it sounded…boyish.
The scrubbing brush moved to his heel. William screeched and quickly tried to scrub away the tickly feeling on his foot with his hand. But not even scratching his foot lessened the feeling. It was still just as strong.
“GRRRAAAHAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHUCK!” William shouted as he laid on his back, giving up.
“Kitchy kitchy koo!” The voice said as the brush moved to the toes.
“SHITSHITSHITSHIHIHIHIHIT! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William shouted loudly, clenching his arms as his whole body rocked side to side.
The kid’s clean up song made another appearance in William’s ear, as the toes were scrubbed, scratched and pushed back.
“AAAHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAHAHAHAHAP!” William ordered.
And the scrubbing did stop! But not because William told them to.
“Look at these stitches!”
A finger started moving up and down the side. The finger dragged from the armpit, to the lower side, and back up to the armpit again.
William started doing something NO ONE imagined him doing: He started giggling. And not just a deep giggle, but a high pitched, squeaky giggle!
A couple of the animatronics tilted their heads and looked at each other to make sure they were hearing all this right. When they had decided this was real, they continued to watch.
“Stahahahap ihihihit, ihihit’s sohohoho bahahahad!” William begged, holding his arm up to his side to ‘protect’ his side.
“Oops! I missed a spot!” The scrub brush was back again! But this time, it was scrubbing his back! William gasped and squeezed his eyes shut as his wobbly smile returned.
“Noooo…Not the bahahahack!” William begged.
William arched his back as the scrubbing moved up and down, up and down, up and down. It was driving him up the wall!
“Scrubby scrubby scrub!” The child said inside his head.
“Quihihihihit ihihihihit!” William ordered.
William clenched his fists and tried to scratch his back against the rough wall behind him. But it still tickled despite his best efforts.
“Whahahat dohoho yohohohou WAHAHAHAHAHANT! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” William’s laughter suddenly reached its peak the moment the brush reached the back of his neck. His neck was a really bad spot for him too. So a scrubbing brush tickled even more than your average hand.
“NONONONONOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” William laughed heavily as his chin was scrubbed against his will. William wheezed and laughed as the spot on his adam’s apple and the surrounding neck was tickled with the scrub brush.
“Scrubby scrubby scrub!” The kid said with a little giggle.
William growled and desperately scratched at his neck. “YOHOHOHOU BAHAHASTAHAHARD!” William shouted, misinterpreting the giggle as ‘intentionally sadistic and evil’.
William was a mess. He couldn’t stop anything that was happening no matter how hard he tried! It was so unfair.
Then: Another voice started to fill his mind:
“Joey? What are you doing?” Another voice asked. It sounded like an older woman.
“I’m washing my plush! He was dirty.” The kid (Assuming to be ‘Joey’) replied.
“Joey…” The woman paused as footsteps got closer. “No matter what you do, you are not gonna fix how creepy that doll is.” The woman said.
Excuse me?! A doll? CREEPY?! HOW DARE YOU!
“He’s NOT CREEPY! Stop saying that! He’s cool! He has teeth!” The kid yelled back.
‘What was even going on right now?’ William thought.
“I can see that…the fact that he has teeth is creepy.” The older woman replied.
“I’m almost done cleaning him.” The kid told her.
“Next time, just put the toy into the washing machine.” The older woman told him as a squeaky door started to close.
“Fine…” He replied.
William started to slowly put two and two together. Was…he connected to this ‘doll’?
“Don’t worry, plushy. You’re not creepy at all. I like you. You’re cool.” The kid said.
William smiled a slight bit at the compliment. He somewhat appreciated it.
But all that sentimental crap went right out the window the moment he felt squeezing and water dripping out. He felt like his whole body was being squeezed and twisted around.
“Let’s get all the water out of you!” the kid declared.
William couldn’t breath! He felt claustrophobic! He grabbed onto his stomach and throat with each arm and let out desperate gags. He felt his torso get twisted a good 360 degrees, and felt his head get crushed by 2 hands.
“AAA-!” William barely got out.
Then…all the squeezing stopped! William took in a HUGE breath of air and sighed heavily in pure relief.
“All clean!” The kid said proudly.
The sound of water draining could be heard as the man felt his nose get booped by the invisible kid. William chuckled slightly and held his nose.
What a strange phenomenon.
