If he doesn’t hurry, he’s going to be late.
Since learning of the upcoming Pizza Ball to be hosted at friend Springle’s establishment, Springtrap had thrust himself into preparing to attend. There were so many things to sort out, not the least of which being this was a formal event; his regular security attire would not suffice. Finding formal wear for a giant animatronic rabbit wasn’t easy, and he lacked friendly human staff members willing to assist. Since he took over the night shift, and proved to be doing a good job, less and less living staff had been assigned concurrently. Now he’s lucky if he spots one night guard a month in his own Pizzeria.
The Lost and Found box proved to be no help. Turns out not many giant men come to Freddy’s and lose their suit pieces. Reasonable, but not helpful. In the end he’d had to rummage through the oldest boxes in storage, behind forgotten endoskeletons and limbs, to where old costumes were packed away. Hopefully what he’d found was formal enough… He cannot help the little hearts on the only tie he’d managed to find.
Suit obtained, and dusted off to the best of his ability, there was then the issue of his own programming prohibiting his leaving the building. He’d only managed to circumvent it once, and that was a very specific override to help a friend. He wasn’t certain he could trick himself into allowing for going out again.
He’d managed it, though. With sentience comes adaptability, and he’d found the code exploit needed to escape and make the trip. He’d practiced, to make sure he wouldn’t get tripped up. He’d even smuggled some extra keys, to properly lock his own establishment so no one would get in during his absence, and get him ‘fired’, not that he imagines any trespasser would survive the other animatronics still left on site.
And here he is procrastinating.
It would be a lot of time and effort wasted, if he decided not to go now. Yet he is… apprehensive? Maybe, he’s still not quite sure how emotions do. There is the thought that he will be unwelcome. Last time he visited he made some incorrect choices in the forms of tools to Itch, and biting the Puppetman’s face somewhat off. He doubts those actions have been forgotten, or forgiven.
Still, the worst that can happen is that he is made to leave. It would be rude to not make the attempt because he does not wish to be excluded.
One last awkward adjustment of his tie, and Springtrap ventures forth, making his way to the Pizza Ball.
