Springy's POV
I finally woke up.
I was in some kind of metal box. I think it was attached to a vehicle because it shook a lot. After about an hour or so it stopped.
'How long was I out?' I thought.
Then I heard talking. I still had a bandage around my gut and I stopped bleeding through my mouth. I listened.
"What do you have to drop off?" said the man.
"A whole bunch of garbage." said the driver.
'Wait... Did he mean me?' I thought.
"Name"
"Call me Vincent." said the driver.
'Vincent' I thought. 'Why does that name have an unsatisfying ring to it?'
"Alright. Please proceed to dump number 3" said the man.
'Dump?' I thought.
Suddenly the next thing I knew I was dumped out into a pile of trash. I finally got a glimpse of the outside. It seemed like it was midnight. The vehicle started to drive away.
"Wait! Come back!" I yelled from the trash pit.
It kept driving. 'Great' I thought. 'It can't get much worse than this.'
Suddenly the walls of the pit started closing in.
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Springy's Adventure: Grand Opening
FanfictionPresumably the last animatronic alive named Springy takes part in a museum about the past animatronics and their lives. He wishes he could have friends, but who would ever want to be friends with an animatronic? If only he could somehow bring his mu...
