Springtrap's POV :

I was walking in an alley with a hoodie on. I did this because 2 days ago, these 2 furries cornered me and threatened that if I ever showed my face in this town, I was as good as dead. So I kept my distance. Remember! My parents died just 3 days ago. I sniffle. I had zilch cash, and smelt like a barnyard. I knew I was going to be late for class. Good. I'm scared to go to school. No one knows my parents are dead.

Why? Because before the ambulance came, I dragged there bodies under a trash bin, out of harms way. I walk along the street and hear Cathy screaming bloody murder at my worst enemy, Franky. I slowly go the other direction. He looked over Cathy's shoulder and saw me. Shoot! I run for my life. But, Franky was the best runner at Fazbear High, and caught me by my hoodie. I gag the slightest bit as he yanked. I catapult in his clutches. He scares the Crap outta me. I shake violently. "Sup, Trashy? " He remarks.

I gulp,"Not much.. you?" He growls and tosses me to the cement. I rub my head, trying to get up. I was too weak. He steps on my rib cage, fiercely. I scream like a 10 year old girl. "Thats right! Cry like a little baby!" He taunts. You know what I did? I cried. I let tears run down my eyes. I wanted to make him happy. But, I was hurt, physically and emotionally. I noticed how much hate was in his eyes. I sit up slowly and he kicks my face, keeping me down. He then kicks the side of my head, and everything goes BLACK...