YOU CAN'T ~ Prologue

"I finally got rid of those...blasted toys..." The brown-haired man chuckled, an insane glint in his purple eyes. He had a menacing smirk on his face as he held the toy Bonnie head in his hands. "I wonder...where did that little fox...the little boy...and that darn puppet go?" He muttered, hissing the last part in frustration. 

He shook his head and started chuckling again. "It's not like it'll work now. After all, puppet..." He grinned. "You can't save their vengeful souls." He walked around, kicking at the broken animatronic bodies. The young man sighed and rolled his eyes. "Boy, I'm sure glad I did mechanics. I sure do love my job here." 

"We remember." A soft but chilling voice mumbled.

The tanned man paled. "N-No! Not you! You c-can't be—"

5 black silhouettes that were the size of children stood in front of him menacingly. One wore a tophat, another wore a bow on their head, one other had a bib on, the other had a hook on and the final one had a plushie in their hand. They had one thing in common — bright but empty white eyes, and bits of teeth showing.

One final sillouhette, which had no distinct features appeared in front of the man. However, it had what looked like tears streaming down its face. "We remember, Zach. We remember your sins."

"N-No!" Zach shrieked. "Y-you can't be real! I killed you!" Tears pricked the edges of his anxious eyes, as he remembered the deed he had committed.

"W-Where are we?" A light brown-haired young girl wearing a bow on her head and a cute little dress asked a tall boy who was wearing a bib that said 'let's eat!'. He shrugged, his messy blonde hair all over his ears. "I don't know, Ellie. But the golden Bonnie said we would get our party."

A red-haired boy with his hair in a ponytail wearing an eyepatch giggled. "I'm so excited! Aren't you guys?"

The two from before, as well as a young brown-haired boy wearing a black tophat nodded in agreement.

"We're here...children." A voice coming from what looked like a rotten golden rabbit said, unusually cheery. It put its hand to the side. "Just wait for your present."

The brunette, who was closest to him, was waiting eagerly, looking at the bunny. A...knife? What did a sharp knife have to do with a pre—

The young boy's trail of thought was cut off when he let the razor-sharp object plunge into his neck, and immediately got pulled out. Tears ran down his face rapidly. "IT HUUUURTS!" He screeched, sobbing. "P-PLEASE! MAKE THE PAIN S-STOP!" 

The rest of the children were aware of their impending doom; terror was visible on their faces. "D-Daniel!" The dress-wearing girl shrieked, looking at the young boy who was wrenching in pain. She rushed over to him, trying to help him, when she felt the knife plunge into her chest.

"E-Ellie!" The tall boy gasped, choking on his words.

"B-big bro...D-Daniel..." Ellie hoarsely whispered, before collapsing. "It...hurts...so...much..." She mumbled, silently crying.

"Y-you monster!" The redhead yelled, jumping at the golden animatronic. He was caught by the neck and struggled to breath. "L-Let...me go!" He yelled, struggling against the tight hold of the animatronic. "Now, now, I can't let you bad children go now, can I?" Chuckled the murderer, insanity obvious in his voice.

Ellie's older brother stood in the corner, feeling sick as he started at the corpses of his best friends. All he wanted to do was to have fun...and now...

His friends were going to die...realization struck him hard; the blonde didn't want to believe it. 

"GAAAAHHHH—!" The sound of his friend's screams made him turn back to the bloody massacre. "J-Jonathan...?" The young boy's eyes widened as he saw the head of his pirate-loving friend rolling on the ground.

"That was a clean cut!" Exclaimed the golden murderer. "Now...it's your turn...little Elliott."

The shock of his name being known kept Elliott in a frozen state long enough for the killer to run at him and ram his knife in his eye. It was taken out, and stabbed again. This repeated until the pain was too unbearable and the young boy snapped out of it. He took a step back and looked down at the remnants of his mutilsted eyeball on the ground.

"You're mine now, brat." Came the voice of the insane rabbit.

Elliot had his arms chopped off by the knife. It took him a while to register the feeling of nothingness. "Aaahhh..." He couldn't feel his arms. They were gone. The shock made him space out. Suddenly, the green-eyed boy slumped over, his eyes drooping,

The killer took of the head, chuckling. "How pitiful, tch."

The last thing Elliott saw before his death was a flash of purple.

PURPLE.

"Do you remember me, Zach?" The same ghost was asking him now. "I remember the pain...you defiled me...my eye...my arms...you'll pay!" He yelled, growling.

"I remember..." Mumbled Jonathan's ghost. "Mommy and daddy were gonna bring me to a different country that day...and you...ruined it for all of us!" He cried in fury.

"D-Da...ddy..." Mumbled the fifth ghost, one who seemed smaller than the rest; the one clutching s teddy bear. "Give him what he deserves." The plushie seemed to say to the dead child. It nodded, harsh sobbing sounds coming from it. 

Zach looked around; behind, front, side, to find somewhere to hide. He couldn't find anything. Running around the room while being chased by one dead child, the horror in the man's eyes couldn't be explained. "No!" He cried.

Suddenly, the murderer spotted it.

The golden animatronic suit.

With a last terrified glance behind him, Zach ran towards the suit and quickly put it on, laughing darkly after. "You can't get me now, CAN YOU?" His pupils shrunk as his grin got wider. "NOT SO TOUGH NOW, ARE WE? Hehehe..."

The silent ghost spoke up. "N-No! Please don't go in there...p-please!" The plushie nodded. "He's begging you."

The brunette man chuckled. "You all are as cold hearted as me. Murdering all those night guards...none of you are any better!" Hysterical laughter filled the room, as with Zach's insanity. "You're all dead, right? So I must be dreaming!" He twitched. "You're not real—"

The young man choked as he heard a 'boing' sound.

The Springlock had failed. He breathed too hard...there was water nearby. Oh god, how could he had been such an idiot? "N-No!" Zach moaned. "I-I don't want to—"

Crack. Snap. Crack. Snap.

"AAAAGHHHH!" The man screamed in pain, desperately trying to escape his end. Tears ran down his face like rivers. "P-please! I didn't mean it! I-I-I'm sorry— GAHHH!" The sound of his stomach being turned inside out caused him to twitch slightly. "P-please! I never wan—GUUUH!" As wires stabbed his weak and fragile legs, Zach dropped to the ground, blood starting to drip out of the suit. "I'm SORRY! PLEASE! F-FORGIVE ME FOR M-MY ACTIONS! GEEEHHHH!" He felt his arms loose feeling as the wires stabbed closer and closer to his heart. Blood spewed out of the suit as the wire plunged into his heart. His heavy breathing didn't help either — it sped it up. The spring lock finally finished, wires cutting into every part of his body. Zach's face was dripping with blood, sweat and tears. "W-WHY? I—" Before he could finish his sentence, his body started twitching and moving violently. "Get me out of here! I don't want to die! Not here!" He screeched, blood flowing out more. "If I could rewind I would have never came back here! Pl—" The suit layed down with no movement. Just...silence. Nothing else. The killer was dead. The children had gotten their revenge.

But they weren't happy.

They hadn't gotten what they deserved yet...a happy and finished birthday party for all of them.

And they've forgotten...

I'LL STILL BE HERE AFTER 30 OLD YEARS. EVEN IF MY BONES HAVE ROTTEN AND THIS SUIT IS JUST AN EMPTY SHELL. 

I WILL COME FOR YOU, AND GET MY REVENGE.

I AM SPRINGTRAP.

...His spirit will never die. Not yet. The happy ending hadn't come yet.

Just wait and see, children. You might find that you can't do anything about your pitiful demise.