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"Springtrap!" Scott said, sitting by me. He tried to touch my shoulder, but I squirmed away from him. "Are you okay?"
"No! Please get away from me! I'm not safe!" The Murderer had been quiet for a while, but I couldn't take any chances. I couldn't let him hurt Scott.
"Springtrap, remember what I said earlier? You're not a killer, it was an accident."
My head started hurting again. This wasn't good... "You don't get it, Scott," I gasped. "He's trying to take over my body!" I felt like I was going to sleep.
Scott looked at me, confused. "What?"
Scott's eyes widened in horror as I stood up, looming over him.
"Springtrap, are you okay?" the human whispered, trying to crawl backward.
I dusted off my clothing, smiling brightly. "Oh, my dear Scott, you were wrong. Very, very wrong... Springtrap is a killer, because right now, I'm Springtrap."
Scott stood up, steadily and slowly, and tried to reach for that stupid bag he always carries to work with him.
I knew what that meant. He was attempting to find his gun, the thing that made me unable to control Springtrap for days.
I couldn't let that happen again.
"GET AWAY FROM THAT THING!" I screeched, throwing myself at Scott. I slammed into him, pinning him to the ground with my knees.
I grabbed at his uniform, trying to rip it open to reach bare skin. I had to kill him, fast.
Scott squirmed from underneath me, glaring intensely at me and gritting his teeth. It was unusual, I had gotten so used to my victims completely breaking apart when their deaths were so close...
I was too focused to realize Scott wasn't trying to be strong in a grim time, he was planning something.
Scott raised a fist, and before I could defend myself, he punched me.
When I woke up, I was lying on the floor. My face hurt really bad, along with my head. Scott was sitting by me, looking worried.
I noticed he was holding his hand, and it was all nasty looking. Red stuff was leaking out of his knuckles and little white stubs were poking out.
Did I do that to him?! What did the Murderer do when he took over...?
I sat and tried to grab Scott's gross hand. "I'm sorry!" I said, sniffling. "I didn't mean to hurt your hand..."
Scott shook his head, awkwardly patted off some of the red stuff onto his shirt, which was kinda ripped up.
"It's fine, Springtrap. I did this myself..." he said, but he didn't really sound fine to me.
That idiot shouldn't have hit me so hard. Now I really want to kill him.
My eyes widened. He was talking to me again!
"I won't let you!" I said, grabbing my head.
Scott moved away from me, looking confused. "Springtrap, what's wrong? Who are you talking to?"
I shifted in my sitting position on the floor, rubbing my chest. "Scott," I whispered. "He keeps talking to me. He says he wants to kill you." My breathing started getting really hard. "I'm really scared."
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