Here’s my entry for the /r/fivenightsatfreddys Discord Christmas Contest!

May have been that his endo wasn’t robotic at all.

But I think that the most likely reason of all,

It could be, perhaps, that his skin was covered in blight.

It could be his locks weren’t wound up just right.

Now, please don’t ask the reason. No one quite knows why.

The Spring hated Freddy’s! The whole Fazbear franchise!

But the Spring, who lived bricked up in Freddy’s, did NOT!

Every kid down in Hurricane liked Freddy’s a lot…

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Whatever the reason, his locks or his skin,

He stood there one night, hating children.

Staring out from a hole with sour, Springy rage,

At the animatronics outside on their stage.

For he knew every kid out in Freddy’s dining room,

The moment the mascots sung, they would swoon.

“And they’re eating their pizza!” he snarled with a sneer,

“Tomorrow is June 26! It’s practically here!”

Then he growled, with his Spring fingers nervously tapping,

“I MUST find some way to stop those children from clapping!”

For Tomorrow, he knew, all the small little youth

Would go to Freddy’s, they’d rush to the food booth!

And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!

Noise! Noise! Noise!

That’s one thing he hated! The NOISE!

NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then the kids, young and old, would sit down to a feast.

And they’d feast! And they’d feast! And they’d FEAST!

FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!

They would feast on Fazbear soda, and gross pizza slices!

Which was something the Spring couldn’t stand more than twice!

And then they’d do something he liked least of all!

Every kid down in Hurricane, the tall and the small,

Would stand close together, with animatronics playing!

They’d stand near the stage, with the parents still paying.

They’d sing! And they’d sing! And they’d SING!

SING! SING! SING!

And the more the Spring thought of this kid-friendly place,,

The more the Spring thought, “I must stop this whole case!”

“Why, for twenty whole years I’ve put up with it now!”

“I MUST stop these children from coming, but how?”

Then he got an idea! An awful idea!

THE SPRING GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!

“I know just what to do!” The Spring laughed in his cask.

And he got a spring mascot hat and a mask.

And he chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Springy snare!”

“With this mask and this hat, I look just like Fredbear!”

The he grabbed some old pizza and an old kitchen knife,

Then the Spring laughed and sneered, prepared to take life.

As the next morning rose, loud kids filled the room.

All the kids were all playing, so close to their doom.

When he came to the first little kid to entomb.

“This is kid number one,” the old Springy Trap hissed,

The kid followed the Spring, shining knife in his fist.

Then he slid to the backroom. a rather tight cling.

But, if Fazbear could do it, then so could the Spring.

The kid screamed only once, for a moment or two.

Then he stuck him inside a bunny suit of dark blue.

The Spring caught one more kid, as quick as a flash.

Then he sliced him open with a sickening gash!

Then he stuffed that small kid in a mascot with glee.

“And NOW!” grinned the Spring, “I’ll get kid number three!”

And the Spring grabbed the kid, and he started to cut,

When he realized with fear he hadn’t left the door shut.

He turned around fast, and he saw a small boy!

A young kid named Sammy, who clutched a Fred toy.

The Spring had been caught by the owner’s own son,

The Spring closed the door before he started to run..

He stared at the Spring and said, “Freddy Bear, why,”

"Why are you stuffing my friends away? Why?”

But, you know, that old Spring was so smart and so slick,

He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!

“Why, my sweet little tot,” the fake gold Fredbear said,

“These kids are so tired, they’re heading off to bed.”

“So they’re cuddled up with Bonnie and Chica, my dear.”

“They’ll rest up there. Then wake up back here.”

And his fib fooled the child. Then he patted his chest,

And he sliced up his neck for an eternal Fred-rest.

And when Sammy was stuffed inside of Fazbear,

He smiled at his work with a gross Springy stare.

It was quarter past noon… All the rest, still dining,

He searched for more kids, his silver eyes shining.

What happened then? Well, in Hurricane they say,

That the Spring murdered five to ten children that day.

They haunted old Foxy, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica!

And he, he himself, the Spring sat enjoying his pizza.