Y/n L/n was a seemingly normal high school student.  Not much worth mentioning.  

One night he had a strange feeling. Like someone was watching him.   He then got a sickness in his stomach. 

He went to the bathroom and hovered over the sink.  He was expecting to puke but didn't.  He looked up into the mirror.  And in the corner he saw what looked like a large metal bunny.

He turned to see it still there.

?: Judging by the look you're giving me. You can see me. 

Y/n: What the hell are you?!  

?: Well. That's a long story so let me cut it short.  You see, I'm called Springtrap.  Or my real name Willam Afton.   

Y/n: The founder of that company that makes animatronics?

Springtrap: The very same. And suspected murderer of five children. Well, to be fair they were right. Actually that's how I ended up in this situation.

Y/n: What do you want with me?

Springtrap: Well.  I'm not exactly "whole" a fragment of my soul has gone missing. And it seems to think it's me. Technically it is, but it seems to want to go on a murder spree.  Not that I blame it.

Y/n: And you want it back.

Springtrap: Bingo.  I want my soul piece back. 

Y/n: How am I supposed to help you?

Springtrap: You have a little sister right?  She's going to a party at that new Freddy Fazbear's establishment?

Y/n: And?

Springtrap: Since that fragment of my soul doesn't have a psychical body, it employed the help of a woman. She'll be there to murder everyone. 

Y/n: And we stop her?

Springtrap: Personally I don't care who dies. I just want my soul back.   But nothing we can work on tonight. Get some sleep. See ya in the morning.

Springtrap disappeared. 

Y/n reluctantly went to bed.  He woke up the next morning and got ready for school.   He walked to school. 

He was walking down the sidewalk, he hears a familiar voice.

Springtrap: School is such a waste of time.

Y/n looked to see Springtrap keeping pace with him.

Springtrap: Good thing only you can see me. This would be weird otherwise.

Y/n: So now you're following me around?

Springtrap: Considering I'm possessing you, yes.  

Y/n noticed some thugs ahead. He knew one of them by name. Richie.  

Y/n: *sarcastic* Oh great.

Springtrap: You know those idiots?

Y/n: Their a bunch of losers pretending to be a gang. They use numbers to intimidate you. 

Springtrap: They do sound like losers.  

The thugs were making a bunch of noise and were wrecking what they could find.  

This would cause a confrontation since they were in the way.

Y/n hoped that they'd ignore him. But he wasn't that lucky.

Richie stood in front of Y/n.

Richie: Hey there pipsqueak! 

Y/n: What do you want Richie?

Richie: What you doing around here?

Y/n: Going to school, much like what you should be doing too. 

Richie: You know me. Got to remind the neighborhood who's boss around here. 

Y/n: One of these days someone withan actual claim to that will kill you.

Richie got offended.

Richie: What are you implying douchebag?!

Y/n: I'm not in the mood to fight you.

Y/n pushed Richie out of the way. 

Richie: Don't ignore me you bastard! 

Y/n kept walking.

Richie gritted his teeth and charged at Y/n. Springtrap saw this and smirked.

Springtrap: Showtime! 

As Richie went for a punch. Suddenly Y/n's arm went behind him and caught  the punch. Richie looked at the sight in shock.

Richie: The hell?! 

Y/n turned to look at him. Y/n's eyes were now purple. 

Though Y/n was the one speaking. Y/n was not in control of the words coming out of his mouth.

Y/n: So you want to fight? Let's have some fun!

Y/n let go of Richie and delivered a full force punch knocking him on his ass.   Richie's thugs readied themselves.

Y/n: Oh don't be shy. I'll take you all on. But don't blame if a bone or two snaps in half. 

Two thugs charged at the same time.  With Springtrap in control of Y/n's body.  They stood no chance.  The experienced murderer got used to a harder to move body and being in constant pain and suffering. Being able to move freely without restriction made everything easier.

In about two minutes the thugs were down and out.

Y/n: That was fun. See you later. Douchebags.  

Y/n walked away.

Springtrap gave Y/n back control of his body once they were out of sight.

Y/n: WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?

Springtrap: You're welcome. He was going to punch you in the back of the head.

Y/n: TELL ME NEXT TIME YOU DECIDE TO DO THAT! IT ISN'T FUN TO FEEL YOUR MOUTH MOVE, BUT YOU AREN'T THE ONE MOVING IT!

Springtrap: Come now. You don't want to be late do you?

Y/n sighed.

Y/n: Fine. But we're going to set some boundaries later. 

Y/n and Springtrap walked off towards the school. Marking the beginning of the adventure.