The Springtrap that stood over Matt’s bleeding body was not an
amalgamation of code that somebody like him had programmed into a
computer. This Springtrap was real.
The green rabbit sat down on the floor beside Matt and rested Matt’s
head in its furry lap. It felt nice. Matt was losing so much blood. Could a
person lose this much blood and still stay alive?
The rabbit stroked Matt’s cheek. Matt didn’t know if he heard the word
come out of the rabbit’s mouth or if it was only in his own head:
Daddy.
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