A/N: For , I hope you enjoy! Now, this one is fairly short, but eh, it's focusing on Dave's emotions and the actual plot is known to everyone, so... I hope you don't mind! If you do, then tell me and I will try to flesh it more out, even if I wouldn't know where.

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He followed around Old Sport for weeks. Watching him. Waiting for him to settle down.
If he was honest, he wasn't sure what he would have done if Old Sport managed to disappear on him.
He didn't want to think about it.
But finally the seemingly endless chase ended. California, eh? Pretty nice place, though he wasn't sure what made his friend chose this exact place to stay... it wasn't that important anyway, probably.
Everything was important.
It could be coincidence.
There was no time for petty worries! He needed to scout this place and plan the route for his next plan! This time he wasn't alone in this after all, he would need to ensure that Sportsy could get out as well!
This time he would take responsibility and would impress his friend. He had already planned this out more than anything ever in his life and honestly, his plan was pretty snazzy! He even had a NAME for it! Every good plan needed a cool name!
Slowly he walked over to the computer, sitting down in front of it. His hyperactive mind was beginning to burn again, the itching having long turned into a full on screaming inside of his head. Maybe he should write his feelings down, it sometimes helped him cool down...
Without even seeing the screen, his fingers ran over the keyboard, typing and typing his soul onto the computer, unable to think, to concentrate, there was only Old Sport, Old Sport, Old Sport, Old Sport-
Another thought scraped his mind, only shortly, but it was enough to put it down, about the box he still...
Blinking he noticed what a scribbled mess he wrote and simply left it there. Christ, this only made him more... agitated... then before...
Focus, Dave, you need to keep your mind together! Write something down, something that helps you remember where you are and what you wanted to do. Diary or something, who cares!
Slower he typed down a few coherent thoughts, before standing up determined.
Tomorrow he would take his time to get himself under control, at least for the time he would be forced to spend here...
And then he would make his offer.
And Old Sport would agree.
One way or another.

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"Look at me, Old Sport! I'm gonna to go strangle some toddlers!" The laughter came out from his throat, he couldn't help it, his head was spinning and prickling, for the first time in his life he actually FELT insane-
The Orange Guy said something, but he couldn't concentrate. He had shut him down again. AGAIN.
COuLd YoU fuCKInG bELIevE ThAT?! thiS AbSOLUtE-
But there was no anger! NO! Ahahahahahaha! HE FELT GREAT!
HE HAD FINALLY TALKED TO OLD SPORT AGAIN!
And he even managed to stay calm while at it!
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Almost exploding out of endorphin-overdose he simply walked towards the stage, not fearing to get caught in the slightest! THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG ANYMORE!
HE WAS ALREADY BURNING IN HELL, SO WHO CARED?!
As always, a batch of retarded kiddens gathered around him and he didn't even need to do any sort of luring. He simply needed to put enough conviction into his words.
"Follow me."
And so they did.
He got out a bundle of sausages, not even noticing the confused glances of the children... not even caring what he did.
"I ALWAYS wanted to do this!" Talking out loudly to himself, he snickering turned around to the children and began to strangle them, one by one. While holding down the last one, he watched the life fading from his eyes, grinding his teeth at the lack of satisfaction it brought to him-
For a split second he saw Old Sport winding his body under his hands, begging for him to stop-
No. Not like that.
Sighing he took a look at the clock and since it was past closing time, he decided that it was time to present the bodies. Between bored and tense he began scattering the corpses around, knowing that the fucking puppet would go ahead and collect them one by one. Might as well make it harder for that annoying piece of shit.
Or maybe they would manage to shut this place down right away.
Who cared?
Old Sport said no.
Old Sport said no and now he didn't know what to do.
It burns. It hurts so much. Ripping apart his soul, making him want to shed this dying skin-
Tomorrow he could return to his favorite hobby... watching Old Sport being weird! Ah, how much he loved seeing that boy being completely unhinged~
Who was he kidding? He himself was the unhinged one.
Yeah, Old Sport was rather... crazy! Crazy was a nice term for fun people!
He jumped out of the window and left.
Tomorrow Old Sport would show him another part of him.

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This time it was worse.
WORSEWORSESOMUCHWORSE-
WHY did Old Sport agree with Phoney's plans?!
WHY, WHY, WHATEVER COULD GO THROUGH HIS HEAD, THIS TRAITOR, THIS MONSTER-
DIDN'T HE UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS D O I N G?!
DOING TO HIM?!
His throat was burning, he felt sick, his whole body was shuddering. The bitter taste that wouldn't leave his mouth made him want to throw up.
Seeing them together was tearing apart his- EVERYTHING!
He couldn't stand it.
HE COULDN'T STAND IT!
HOW COULD OLD SPORT BE THIS BLIND?! THIS STUPID?!
The way they looked at each other, it was PAINPAINPAINPAIN-
He couldn't let Phone Guy get away with this.
He WOULDN'T let that mass-produced cunt get away with this!
It wasn't enough to simply shut down this restaurant and send him back to the factory, NO, NO, THIS TIME HE WOULD GIVE HIM A REAL SHOW-
And Old Sport?
OH, OLD SPORT.
Yes, this time he would make him REGRET reject him.
Rejecting someone was CRUEL!
Couldn't that Orange Guy feel their connection?!
Maybe he should simply carve out his not any more existing his heart... Actually, maybe he should find a body and take a heart to gift to Old Sport...
Surely it would make him smile!
Or at least react.
He wanted to see Old Sport's reaction.
He NEEDED it.
Well, sadly he had no time for that! After all, Phoney's punishment wouldn't plan itself~
Haha, as if he hadn't planned his revenge already!
He had planned his revenge after this despicable abomination touched his precious partner in the first location.
Sadly enough, he needed a bit more time to do it... probably until Friday. Yes, Friday sounded reasonable and would make sure that the week ended with a BANG!
Or rather... a CHOMP, ahhahahahahahha!
Or he could just shoot them all up.
It would be much easier.
Just kill them all.
Give them a hole in their heart, like the hole he felt.
Thankfully he still had time to decide...

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"- come with me."
Phone Guy left with Old Sport, who gave his springtrapped co-worker one last, pitiful look.
Would Old Sport actually get him help?
Oh, of course he doubted it.
BUT HE WANTED IT SO BAD.
That Old Sport would finally defy his tyrannical boss and give into his own need to be with him-
AHAHAHAHA!
Surely, he would be back.
Until then he could be proud how well he kept himself together, even when Old Sport was spouting half-baked nonsense after Dave's emotional speech to him, about how similar they were...
Even if he couldn't help to give out a few... weird... opinions...
But Old Sport was just gorgeous in that suit.
It made them so... alike.
And the look he gave him, as he carefully, affectionately began to put the suit on him...
Spring Freddy and Spring Bonnie, Orange and Purple...
Dave twitched slightly, immediately a new wave of pain flooding his body. It had been naïve of him to put on the suit.
But he just wanted so desperately to dance with Old Sport.
It was something he couldn't resist... performing with him for once.
He WANTED to overlook how weird the situation was.
He W A N T E D Old Sport to look at him through the holes of his suit, not being able to do anything but laugh at his stupid dance, taking his hand, finally SEEING him, SEEING their similarity-
Ultimately this situation was his fault, wasn't it?
Outside of the room there was noise. Oh, they were already pulling up a brick wall. Great.
Why was he disappointed?
Phone Guy was too cruel to let anything else happen.
And Old Sport had helped him.
He wanted to cry. To scream out his insides, to get rid of the pain. He wanted to grab Old Sport and shake him around and asked him personally, from eye to eye, WHY WOULD HE DO THIS?
He wanted to get the Phone and bite of his head with this stupid, retarded Bunny-suit.
If he ever wanted to see Old Sport again, he would need to get out of here.
It was painful, but he managed to raise himself up a bit.
If he ever wanted to be with Old Sport again, he would need to get out of here.
His legs were sending a stinging pain through him that made him go blind for a minute.
But it would be worth it. He couldn't survive an eternity without Old Sport.
Ha...haha... without Old Sport?! Not seeing Old Sport? Not hearing his voice? NOT ENJOYING HIS SMELL?
No. No, no, no. Ahaha, what a silly thought! That was not possible!
There was no problem! He would regain control over this fucking body, bite Phoney's fucking head off and then Old Sport-
OLD SPORT OLD SPORT OLD SPORT OLD SPORT OLD SPORT OLD SPORT-
He would just TAKE him!
WHY NOT?!
HAHA!
GET HIM BACK HERE, stUfF Him iNTo ThE FrEDbEaR sUIT-
Be with him forever.
Together.
Sit here, enjoy their time, finally become a team, maybe even accepting their fate, becoming animatronics, becoming partners, no matter if on a stage or in crime-
This would work!
OF COURSE IT WOULD!
JUST HIM AND SPORTSY, FOREVER!
AND EVER!
AND EVER!
FoREvEr!
It took hours, it took more time than he could keep count of, but finally he managed to stand up, the pain flowing through him now almost reduced to nothing, as all his mind was preoccupied with his Orange partner.
Nothing was too painful if it would mean their happy end.
Their golden ending.
Both springtrapped as lovers.
This actually couldn't have ended better.
He himself would never thought of this scenario, even if it was simply-
Perfect.
Lovely.
All he needed.
Old Sport.
And him.
Together.
Alone.
Finally.
A brick wall was in front of him, but without hesitation he violently punched through it. No, this couldn't stop him from getting to Old Sport. Not even Fredbear could stop him at this point.
Another wall.
How cute.
Phoney was scared.
Not as stupid as he appeared at first.
But that didn't matter.
He punched through that as well.
Oh, Old Sport~
Don't be scared...
They would be together soon.

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A/N: I guess it doesn't have to be that long,after all, there a two versions of this so it could be counted together? Also~2.000 words aren't THAT bad... (Insecurityintensifies)