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"Noooo... Leave me... Here... Let me diiiieee... Noooooo! LET ME DIIIIEEEE!"

Possibly the most disturbing of Lolbit's current favourite underlings (an achievement in itself, considering what even seeing a god does to a mortal mind), Springtrap, formerly Mr. William Afton, now a groaning, hulking, shambling mash of mechanical components and a rotting corpse, is a cautionary tale about the risks of dealing with elder gods. Ever fascinated by robotics, William sought to open a restaurant focused around them. Unfortunately, a series of horrific accidents led to his business being shut down and his financial reserves depleted. In desperation, he turned to more occult means of sustaining himself, and made the fatal mistake of getting otherworldly financial support.

Loss of sanity aside, the financial and technological boons Lolbit provided gave him the ability to rebuild his ruined company, rebranding it as Fazbear entertainment and opening several new locations. Unfortunately, tragedy would strike again, as several of his creations would systematically kill his children via scooping, biting and blending. The loss of everything he held dear broke William's remaining sanity, and he attempted to destroy his creations and burn it all down. To do so, he used the technology Lolbit had provided him to construct a suit similar in design to his various animatronics, except that he could fit inside and wear it like a suit of armour. The perfect protection, as it would both protect him and hide him from his creations. While the latter was certainly true, its protective qualities were, perhaps quite ironically, not quite what he expected.

William's actions would have destroyed his little business empire and hurt Lolbit, who is empowered by financial gain. As such, Lolbit personally intervened, and may or may not have "accidentally" tweaked one of the springlocks inside William's suit to be faulty. One wrong move later, and William was crushed inside his own suit and violently killed. Lolbit's investment was secure, but she was down one cultist, one she had grown rather fond of. Fortunately for her, life is such a meagre thing for an elder god, and it was all too easy to simply revive him.

Now, humans aren't exactly supposed to be alive when their entire body has been crushed by mechanical components, or when their skeleton has been turned to mush, or when their nervous system is ripped out and entangled in a metallic frame. But the powers of an elder god are great, and this little inconvenience was sidestepped, allowing William to live on. Of course, it wasn't very pleasant. Every moment was spent in utter agony, and he could do little but shamble about and groan in pain, occasionally eking out a strained word or two. He was in no state to run a business, but fortunately some of his underlings had taken over the task in the wake of his disappearance, meaning he was no longer needed in the mortal realm.

Barely alive, and even less aware of what has happened to him, Lolbit kept William, now affectionately named Springtrap, as something between a trophy and a pet. Unable to die, but also without the need to sustain himself thanks to Lolbit's powers, Springtrap is able to exist in the void between worlds forever. After all, Lolbit wouldn't want her favourite cultist shambling off and trying to die now, would she? Of course, she brings him with her on her occasional excursions to the mortal realm, and occasionally he catches fire, or gets crushed, or gets sold to crappy horror attractions. (There was even one time he turned into a giant garbage monster! Lolbit found that one rather amusing indeed.) But every time that little spark of life does fade, she simply drags it back from the brink of oblivion and shoves it right back in there. His rasping and begging for the sweet release of death just make her find him all the more adorable.

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More FNAD lore! Yay! This time Mr. Purple. Actually probably a nice guy in this universe. He didn't intentionally kill anybody this time. He just made the mistake of getting in cahoots with an elder god who found him cute and decided to keep him as a pet corpse.

Forever.

Poor guy. This is why you take out a loan from a bank, not make deals with elder gods.

Description
"Noooo... Leave me... Here... Let me diiiieee... Noooooo! LET ME DIIIIEEEE!"

Possibly the most disturbing of Lolbit's current favourite underlings (an achievement in itself, considering what even seeing a god does to a mortal mind), Springtrap, formerly Mr. William Afton, now a groaning, hulking, shambling mash of mechanical components and a rotting corpse, is a cautionary tale about the risks of dealing with elder gods. Ever fascinated by robotics, William sought to open a restaurant focused around them. Unfortunately, a series of horrific accidents led to his business being shut down and his financial reserves depleted. In desperation, he turned to more occult means of sustaining himself, and made the fatal mistake of getting otherworldly financial support.

Loss of sanity aside, the financial and technological boons Lolbit provided gave him the ability to rebuild his ruined company, rebranding it as Fazbear entertainment and opening several new locations. Unfortunately, tragedy would strike again, as several of his creations would systematically kill his children via scooping, biting and blending. The loss of everything he held dear broke William's remaining sanity, and he attempted to destroy his creations and burn it all down. To do so, he used the technology Lolbit had provided him to construct a suit similar in design to his various animatronics, except that he could fit inside and wear it like a suit of armour. The perfect protection, as it would both protect him and hide him from his creations. While the latter was certainly true, its protective qualities were, perhaps quite ironically, not quite what he expected.

William's actions would have destroyed his little business empire and hurt Lolbit, who is empowered by financial gain. As such, Lolbit personally intervened, and may or may not have "accidentally" tweaked one of the springlocks inside William's suit to be faulty. One wrong move later, and William was crushed inside his own suit and violently killed. Lolbit's investment was secure, but she was down one cultist, one she had grown rather fond of. Fortunately for her, life is such a meagre thing for an elder god, and it was all too easy to simply revive him.

Now, humans aren't exactly supposed to be alive when their entire body has been crushed by mechanical components, or when their skeleton has been turned to mush, or when their nervous system is ripped out and entangled in a metallic frame. But the powers of an elder god are great, and this little inconvenience was sidestepped, allowing William to live on. Of course, it wasn't very pleasant. Every moment was spent in utter agony, and he could do little but shamble about and groan in pain, occasionally eking out a strained word or two. He was in no state to run a business, but fortunately some of his underlings had taken over the task in the wake of his disappearance, meaning he was no longer needed in the mortal realm.

Barely alive, and even less aware of what has happened to him, Lolbit kept William, now affectionately named Springtrap, as something between a trophy and a pet. Unable to die, but also without the need to sustain himself thanks to Lolbit's powers, Springtrap is able to exist in the void between worlds forever. After all, Lolbit wouldn't want her favourite cultist shambling off and trying to die now, would she? Of course, she brings him with her on her occasional excursions to the mortal realm, and occasionally he catches fire, or gets crushed, or gets sold to crappy horror attractions. (There was even one time he turned into a giant garbage monster! Lolbit found that one rather amusing indeed.) But every time that little spark of life does fade, she simply drags it back from the brink of oblivion and shoves it right back in there. His rasping and begging for the sweet release of death just make her find him all the more adorable.

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More FNAD lore! Yay! This time Mr. Purple. Actually probably a nice guy in this universe. He didn't intentionally kill anybody this time. He just made the mistake of getting in cahoots with an elder god who found him cute and decided to keep him as a pet corpse.

Forever.

Poor guy. This is why you take out a loan from a bank, not make deals with elder gods.