#>> hhhhh cue concerned mom mode

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Hearing his loud sigh was deafening...it almost made her tell him that she could go along with his plan anyway, she hated hearing him be as upset as this. But then he agrees...and that doubt immediately washes away. She can’t stop a grin from forming on her face. She stands a little straighter, unseen by anyone out there or by him, of course. She can’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction...she has a shot. If she can just get him to forget about this girl, subtly get him to quit planning for taking her in...maybe she could take that spot again. She would always be his favourite...

She wasn’t about to let Angel take that spot from her. Angel was weak...she didn’t offer anything of use. She couldn’t deceive, she couldn’t fight...he’d get tired. Telling herself that helps a lot to suppress her anger.

Once she’s given the name and address of the target (even though she already damn well knew it, she just wanted to hear him talk more), she smiles and nods. “I’ll be sure to get right on that...should be really easy to get to them. I’m really sorry about the trouble with Angel though...maybe we can get her another day. I hope she’s at least worth the trouble...just seems like a lot of needless stress on you to be dealing with...all of this. I don’t quite get why she would get so much protection, but...well. Maybe you see something I don’t. I respect your decisions though...in the end, it’ll all be okay. I will have your back no matter what~” she says, keeping that happy, calming tone she’d had throughout the conversation.

She fucking hopes this won’t be worth it...that Angel will just be another mindless drone in the end. That he didn’t give a shit about having the kids like through it. He always did want more kids, so she hopes he isn’t planning on keeping these babies. If he gets any more attached...ugh. It’ll just be obnoxious.

“I’ll be sure to contact you again when I’ve acquired the target...I think tonight’s a good night to get them, if my remembrance of their schedule is right. Do you have anything else for me to do before we go?” she ask, not wanting to end it herself. She knows he hates wasting time...but if he has anything more, she wants to be thorough. She glances back at the happy couple and shudders...but she hopes they get too attached and that Glitchtrap just forgets her.

Best case scenario there...

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Angel squeals when Springtrap takes ahold of her face and strokes it with his thumbs, reaching up to his hands, her significantly smaller ones looking like a child’s hands compared to his. She laughs and leans into his touch, humming a little and looking up at him. She can’t help but blush even more at his compliments and his gentle hold on her, her face absolutely tiny in comparison to his hands, her freckles standing out so much more every time she blushes. She bites at her lip and squirms a little.

“Th-th-that’s not entirely...what I-I meant,” she replies, then she whines, wishing she could hide her flustered face. “You’re going t-t-to fluster me to d-death, love!!” she squeals, her leg continuing to twitch. “Anyway, I’m...I-I-I wasn’t talking about p-personality, I uhm. Well. N-not on my end, I-I was just...well. I-I meant...hopefully neither o-of them get the s-same...shapes as me,” she elaborates. “A-as fun as they m-m-might be...they’re a h-hassle for anyone that d-doesn’t have the right m-muscles. I have to k-keep up exercise daily o-or my back hurts l-like heck, and that w-was before this. It’s a-a huge hassle at t-times...heaven forbid one b-be transgender and end u-up with my curves...” she says, frowning slightly.

“I-I just hope they l-learn to love themselves m-more than I ever d-did. Neither of us w-would ever treat them a-anywhere close to the w-way our parents treated u-us, but...” she trails off, glancing at her scars again. “Anxiety, depression, a-and...predisposition to those c-conditions is very much g-genetic. Even without trauma o-or being trans...they c-could end up suffering s-severe anxiety or depression, b-because...well. Likely because o-of how badly I t-turned out...I don’t w-want them to suffer w-with those conditions like m-me, and...I don’t w-want them to end u-up a king...the same m-mistakes I did. I’m n-not going to be a h-helicopter parent, that’s...that’s b-borderline abuse, it doesn’t l-let them grow or b-be themselves, but...I d-don’t want them to s-suffer,” she admits, letting go of one of his hands briefly to rest a hand on one of her scarred arms, glancing down at them and sniffling a bit.

The mere thought of their kids suffering because of her conditions, because of her anxiety and countless medical and physical complications...it’s unbearable. She never wants them to have to suffer for that...

“...sorry, I...” she starts, wishing she could wipe at her eyes since they’d started to become teary. “I th-th-think is the mood s-swings kicking in. I...I-I-I just...never want e-either of them to s-suffer like you or I-I did, with...severe a-anxiety...”

The 5’3” brunette woman looks up at the oddly familiar-looking, rather grotesque, decayed version of the bunny mascot she once saw dancing around on a stage as a child, looking at him with a very confused look on her soft, rounded face, as though trying to figure out what the hell to say. “S-so uhm. Are you a-actually Spring Bonnie?” she stammers, a very soft voice coos out, a rather thick but pretty English accent quite noticeable. [[ cry-away-the-monsters ]]

“…Technically. I was once Spring Bonnie, I always wore this suit. It was mine…now I’m trapped in it forever. I call myself Springtrap now.” He responded, standing much taller than the woman, seeing as he was 7 foot. “It’s not so bad, I get to live forever and be something else…” He noticed how she had the same accent at him, it was not too often he met anyone around from where he was born. “You shouldn’t be here though, it’s dangerous…”

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