It’s so dark in here. I can’t feel, I can’t move, I can’t control what I’m doing, yet I’m still here. Every weekend I see them come in, little fillies and colts. They laugh, they cheer, and they scream my name over and over.

But it’s not my name. I was never like this before. I was with them, at this restaurant. Then he came…and he took me and a few others away into the dark. That was it.

If they can hear me, the real me, then I beg of them to save me and the others. We’re trapped here.

Mommy…? Daddy…? Celestia…? Somepony wake me up from this nightmare.

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Big thanks to DerpyMuffin7 for offering the concept of this one-shot story.

Here's the sequel: My Name Is Springtrap