Time slowed down for Zecora as she surged forward. She wasn’t fast enough and she knew it.
As Springtrap put his hand on Apple Bloom’s neck, the same metallic misconfiguration from before flew down and smacked into the arm that held the small filly, sending her flying away from the murderous robot.
Even though she was safe from immediate danger, the speed at which Apple Bloom was propelled could still prove fatal. Without missing a beat, Zecora slowed her charge before changing directions.
Upon reaching the yellow filly, Zecora could see many injuries beneath her fur, but she wasn’t able to see the full extent of the injuries due to the mask she had on. Wasting no time, Zecora removed the mask and starting fretting over the unmoving pony. “Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom!” She cried, hoping beyond hope that her words would wake the farm pony up.
There was a pain-filled scream from the Mangled robot as Springtrap tore it in two. Even though his face was now covered in a dark, viscous fluid, the monstrous rabbit still had his grin plastered on. It seemed just a little bit wider as he stared at the injured pony.
Narrowing her eyes, she crouched down to place the helmet over Apple Bloom’s head. She knew the other animatronics probably wouldn’t hurt her because she was just a child like them, but Zecora refused to leave anything to chance. “Stay safe. Please, do not let this castle become your tomb.” She whispered to her before standing up and facing the evil creature.
The two stared at each other. The one lusting for blood and death, the other standing strong to defend an innocent life.
The silence stretched on for several seconds before Zecora spoke, “What are your goals? Why would your cause so much pain to these poor souls?” She asked, gesturing to the downed forms of the other animatronics around them.
What he did next surprised Zecora. He opened his mouth, exposing more teeth hiding within. Her surprise swiftly morphed to a mixture of shock and disgust as he bent the top half of his face completely backwards, revealing a fleshy face with the same glowing eyes as before.
The second head moved its mouth around, as if trying to speak for the first time in its life. “F…faa…fuuu…” Its second mouth made an attempt at a smile before he nearly shouted, “Fun!” He snapped the mask back on, returning his sadistic smile before he broke into a sprint, heading straight towards Zecora.
Not wanting to dodge for fear of Springtrap changing targets, Zecora answered his charge. As the two combatants neared, Zecora spun around, making to buck the sinister being with all of her might.
Anticipating the blow, Springtrap merely held a hand in front of him to capture her leg should she kick.
Zecora bucked low, making contact with the thin metal casing connecting Springtrap’s foot with his leg. Normally, the hollowed steel tube would merely have been dented by the attack. But the years of disrepair on the creature weakened the once strong structure to the point where a solid enough impact would snap the connection.
The sudden loss of his foot caused him to topple over to one side and crash roughly on the ground.
Zecora put her hooves down and immediately winced. The hoof that had made contact with the metal part had a deep crack in it and her leg further up had a stinging pain running through it.
The momentary distraction the pain provided was more than enough time for Springtrap to take a swipe at her. Using his good leg, the brown bunny pounced forward and struck out with an arm.
The attack glanced off of Zecora’s side, but she was still staggered backwards. The hollow looking area beneath her skin did not bode well. The fact that she could not feel the pain did little to sooth her.
Her opponent was still trying to get up with only one good leg, but failed each time. This gave the Zebra some time to observe her surroundings. It was obvious that she could not win in a straight fight. Springtrap was faster, stronger and much tougher than her. She needed a plan, fast.
Chica and Bonnie were still down; they would be of little help to her. The mysterious monster that had saved Apple Bloom lay in two pieces a bit behind Springtrap. She sent a silent thanks to it. Lying against one of walls was Foxy, his head hanging limply from his neck. Looking discreetly into the hallway she had come from, she could see Balloon Boy. One of his hands was over his mouth, indicating her to be quite.
No matter where she looked, she couldn’t see Freddy or the slender Puppet from before. They would be of no help to her.
Off to other side of the room was a strange, crumbling pedestal with several concrete arms extended at odd angles. At the top was a heavy looking orb. An idea struck her as she looked at the unstable object. It appeared near suicidal, but it was all she had. She could only hope that Balloon Boy had some sort of plan to defeat Springtrap.
Her attention was snapped back to the evil robot as he finally found his footing. He was standing normally on one leg while he stood on the stump of the other, a dark reddish-black fluid leaking freely from the wound.
Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Zecora slowly circled Springtrap, making sure to position herself between him and the pedestal.
As she hoped, he followed her movements intently, his body turning away from Apple Bloom. The injury he suffered made him focus solely on his attacker. His eyes were ever so slightly narrowed, the first indication of anger she had seen from him.
It wasn’t longer before he charged.
Zecora turned tail and went directly towards the pedestal. Springtrap’s injury slowed him down just enough to allow her to stay ahead of him.
Having reached the pedestal, Zecora turned to face the charging construct, ready to dodge to either side as he drew closer. She waited; her heart beating furiously, every instinct she had was telling her to move before the predator was upon her.
Springtrap extended an arm, aiming to Zecora’s head. Now! She jumped to the side, hoping to turn her adversary’s impossible strength against him.
It would have worked flawlessly, had her leg not been injured.
During the sprint, she only briefly put her weight on the leg. She felt the pain, but she ignored it. But now she was putting all of her weight onto that leg to make a swift dodge.
Her life saving dodge turned into a pathetic stumble. She could feel the rigid fur of Springtrap’s hand as it closed around her throat.
He crashed heavily next to her, but missed the trap she was relying on. With her firmly in his grip, he turned her head to face him. His mouth opened a bit, allowing her a view of the second mouth smiling widely. “D…D…” It stuttered, still not very used to talking. She felt the pressure increase, cutting off the oxygen from her lungs.
“DIE!”