Springtraps pov: He held his hand out. I hesitate. Then I grip for dear life as soon as Finny motioned to consciousness. He rips out of there and ran out of the bathroom. We push through the crowd. The students looked a little too amazed that I was alive.

Franky pulls over a corner. He grasps the wall. Then he breathes for a split second and then we run once more. He pulls me to the janitors closet. He pushes me in and I fall on my side. He comes in. He turns to shut the door. He locks it. It was dark.

I couldn't hear a thing. I only heard faint sniffles and whimpering. I feel around for the switch. A string. I pull it. Click. The light flashes on. I squint as my eyes adjust. I look over at Franky. He had his forehead pushed against the door. He was.... Crying?!

I stand up. He has his hands on the sides of the wall, crying. I lower my ears. I walk over, slowly. I place my hand on his shoulder. He whirl around. I step back,"Spare me!" I yell. I had my arms as a shield. He walks over, no expression. He grabs my wrist and pulls my arms down.

"Stop acting like a dork..."