10 year old Springtrap was playing on a tree, and hung upside-down from it, his shoulder-length, blonde hair blowing in the breeze.  He smiled happily until Toy Freddy, (Finnister or Finny) walked out of the house and sat on the porch, yelling and cussing until he turned to Springtrap, taking a cigarette out of his back pocket, and lit it with lighter, took a drag, and glared," Whats it to ya..?" Springtrap spoke," Its bad to smoke, you'll get cancer." 

Finny chuckled and walked over, and pushed Springtrap off the tree branch. Springtrap hit the ground with a thud, and rubbed his head. "Owww.." The older sibling smiled," Y'know... if you stick with me, you'll never get pushed around again..." Springtrap sat up and Finny took a drag on his cigarette and helped the kid up. Finny smiled," Uh, anyways, its a myth.." Finny lied. 

"Wh-what..?" "You wont get cancer.." So, he handed Springtrap a cigarette and lit it for him. Springtrap stared but took a drag, making him cough. Finny chuckled," Try again." Springtrap hated the taste but did it again, and blew it out of his mouth and nose, and smiled. He looked at Finny, who nodded," Not Bad, Kid...Not Bad.." Springtrap nods and smoked with Finny.  Later on, Finny was showing Springtrap how to use a gun and how to sharpen a knife.

Springtrap had been paying close attention. He was a fast learner. Finny showed him how to fight, and how to use the things around him to help him in any situation. 

Springtrap turned out a lot like Toy Freddy, even the attitude resembled him...

"Bloody hell, its dad..."