Springtrap sat in the generator room, all alone. She brought her knees up to her chest and laid her head on them, fighting back some tears that threatened to fall. It hadn't been her fault for all those murders, the kids were practically asking for it!
-Another Universe-
Springtrap waited in the backroom for the night guard, grinning mischievously. The two had come with a compromise, that if he didn't attack her/him, he would be let free. The former guard/murderer hummed behind the mask, thinking.