Scary Springtrap Novels & Stories

Years of practice had turned moving silently, even in the supposed safety of his room, into second nature. Shawn reached into the drawer again and removed a different weapon. He stuffed the Springfield into the belt of his pants for a moment as he inspected the new weapon. The sleek black pistol had no hammer and none of the usual trimmings that most weapons display. "Just some tourists, a gang of bikers," Catherine grumbled. "But they act weird."

As I do, I see the girl hit the ground with a hard thud, and right there I get the memory back that I thought I had forgotten, or at least I wished for it. I'm in the middle of a triple trap. I’m finishing the last screws to make the cage strong when set. As clumsy as I am, I hit the piece that traps me in the cage, I’m freaking out as the cage doesn't budge. Then I see two black animals run towards me at their full speed. I am screaming and shouting for someone to get me out of the cage. The animal tries to attack me by the sides when I hear my back trap close at the same time the one on the front closes, I move to the middle as the animal's claws extend to get to me when I hear the sirens,

Skyler saw he was right, and only in three sections with gaps in between before the next corner. "I'm sure someone wanted to make sure no one gets in here" Jason had the torch low on the ground, and sure enough they saw the difference in the floor tiles as well, he took out a water cannister and slid it over that section, the tiles 'clunked' and huge spikes shot from either wall with massive speed, then slowly retracted. "A spring trigger system" Skyler said thinking loudly. "How do we get past?" She glared at him, but he only lifted his gun again.

Ryder asked as he plopped down on the couch in front of me and tossed a soda can my way which I hurriedly caught before it hit poor Damon. “Gimme a minute. There is something wrong with the trigger booth. ,” I pointed out. “Really ?” Ryder frowned as he peered towards the sheet. “Yeah ! There should be a aa-aahhhh net to- aa-aaahhhhh mhmm to aa-aaaaaahhhhhh provide security to hmmm the user so tha-aahhhht the harmful rays mhmmm don’t firaaahhh back,” I moaned through the sentence. Fvcking Damon !!

Paired with their intimidating expressions, they fit the role of scary kidnappers like no other. The one with the scar smirked, walking closer until he was standing a foot away from her. "Look who's finally up," he sneered at her. "Let us go!" Trinity spat out, trying in vain to free herself of the ropes tied around her arms. The two men snickered at her outburst. "She's got fight in her, huh?" Tattooed guy commented. "I hope the missus would let us have our fun with her before we need to dispose of her," Scar faced guy said, letting his eyes rake over Trinity's form suggestively. It made her skin crawl.

"Looks like you've guessed who it is." The air in this place was shallow, but it didn't stop my body from shaking and drenched in sweat. A name popped into my head at the moment that made Spring extremely angry; she screamed and bitten madly. ‘What is he trying to do, Ryan? I can't forgive him; let me kill them all.' Spring got mad; she couldn't control her state anymore. I clenched my teeth to try to control Spring's excitement to the point where my muscles felt like they were being torn apart, and I fell to the ground convulsing from the pain running through my body.

I urged, doing my best to temper my impatience. "One of our scouts got caught in Silver Pack territory," he finally blurted, avoiding eye contact. It irked me. Sure, I've got a reputation for instilling fear in my pack, but seeing it manifest makes me uneasy. Shoving that thought aside, I shook my head—this was the last complication I needed right now. "Idiots!" I snapped. Brian flinched, his eyes widening with fear. Good. He should be fearful. Any disruptions could throw off my carefully laid plans. "Secure the perimeter. Keep me updated, and for the love of God, don't fuck this up," I ordered. He nodded quickly and scurried off like he'd just dodged a bullet. Exhaling deeply, I turned back

“We tag his toys, map them, and let him grow bored.” Thorn shook his head once. He’d seen something. He pointed past the blind, a curl of wire half-hidden in duff. Not ours. A snare big enough for a wolf’s leg. Another glint farther out—more wire. A line of traps drawing a curve like handwriting that didn’t know how to end a sentence.

He wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was protecting his life force. Suddenly, a rhythmic, metallic clanking echoed from the narrow alleyway behind us—the sound of heavy, pressurized pistons. Mara, our Scrapper guide, slid out from behind a stack of discarded, chemical-leaking tires. Her dark skin was slick with sweat, her pulse-rifle held tight to her chest like a lover.