#『 Springtrap Mutters 』

[cotardspringtrap]

I'm pretty sure someones done this one already but yk. Its okay, two cakes.

[too-many-eels]

Inktober Day 16: Grungy

[cotardspringtrap]

This is inspiring me to work on my Analysis again. I started it and immediately stopped ( #disabilityL ).

I agree with this so much, and i just really hate that most so called simps ( sorry, i try not to be mean spirited and call people fakers, but i am quite tired ) latch onto Dave Miller.

I want to be clear. I personally love Dave. I just hate that the fandom took the comic artist and then made him younger and "sexy-er". A lot of people do what i call a "Daddy-fication". Where they don't really care about the characters personality, they just want an adult male to call Daddy and usually pretty him up by either making him a twink or have abs.

Anyways. Onto the real versions....

Dave Miller, is not a sexy man at all ( or at least not as usually depicted ). He's an exhausted, childish ( quite literally ), and probably Lack Of a Shower man. Not to mention he isn't even a twink! He's an unhealthy ( because of the self experiments ) underweight person!

Also, Dave Miller is an alter ego for a lack of a better term, he isn't even William's true self. William's true self comes out when he wants the Spring Bonnie head on.

And let me remind others that in The Fourth Closet, thats our truest, purest form of William's Personality. He tells Jessica that Dave and Springtrap were just a facade, personalities made up to cover his ass pretty much. He's embarassed by these Personas he's created.

( TLDR ) Dave the childish, ass scratching night guard, Springtrap the High on Agony and Remnant, and William the "i had cringesonas but I'm actually an Evil Scientist".

i do think its funny though while I'm at it....

Movie William ( Steve Raglan ) gets the same "Daddy-ification". But the Personalities are reversed so far.

Steve being the more relaxed "i have everything under control" type ( until he reads Mike's full name ) like Book William, while Movie William is the Childish, not thinking things straight, sweaty type like Dave.

sorry i just really love triology William and I'll take every chance to talk about him

i fucking despise pinkypills but noisx was potentially the second worst thing to ever happen to william's design because not only is he NOT GROSS (the point of dave) but hes also a smooth ass anime twink with 0 charm to his design

[devdozes]

Scare ware ♥ !!

The bell above the shop door jingled as Phainon stepped inside, bracing himself for whatever horror you had concocted today. He hated horror. Absolutely despised it. And yet, here he was, like clockwork, visiting you every day in this creepy little shop filled with all things eerie.

"BOO!"

"HOLY—!" Phainon yelped, nearly tripping over his own feet as you jumped out from behind the counter wearing a grotesque, decayed mask. You cackled, doubling over in laughter as he clutched his chest like an old man suffering from a heart attack.

"You should’ve seen your face, Phai! Absolutely priceless!" you wheezed, removing the mask to reveal your mischievous grin.

Phainon pouted, crossing his arms. "One of these days, I swear you’re gonna scare the soul out of me. And then what? Huh? You gonna sell my ghost in this freak show of a shop?"

You gasped dramatically. "Ohhh, that’s actually a great idea! A real haunted shop!" Your eyes gleamed with excitement as you leaned in close, resting your elbows on the counter. "C'mon, Phai, let me scare you just a little more. You’re so fun to mess with."

"No thanks!" He immediately turned to leave, only for you to grab his wrist and tug him back inside.

"Aw, don’t go yet! You haven't even seen the new animatronic I set up!"

Phainon hesitated, wary. "...What animatronic?"

You smirked. "Turn around."

He did. And regretted it instantly. Standing right behind him was a life-sized, pale-faced doll with hollow eyes and a stitched-up grin.

"Nuh-uh! Nope!" Phainon spun back around, face pale. "You’re evil. You are actual, living, breathing evil."

You burst into laughter, wiping a tear from your eye. "And yet, you still come here every day. What does that say about you, Phai?"

"It says I have terrible decision-making skills!" he huffed, then sighed. "And maybe... just maybe, I like seeing you."

You blinked, caught off guard for a moment. Then your grin returned, tenfold. "Awww, does my little scaredy-cat have a crush on me?"

Phainon’s face turned red as he immediately grabbed a nearby stuffed ghost and chucked it at you. "Shut up!"

You caught it easily, laughing harder. "Ohhh, you’re too fun, Phainon. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to the spooky stuff eventually."

"Doubtful," he muttered. "But if enduring a daily heart attack means I get to spend time with you... then fine. Just don’t expect me to like it."

You beamed. "Deal! Now, about that animatronic—" can't wait to meet you..so join the animatronic family

"NO!" Phainon bolted for the door, leaving you laughing behind the counter, already planning your next trick for tomorrow.

The next day, Phainon entered the shop cautiously, eyes darting around like a security guard on Night 5 of a FNAF shift. "Alright, where is it? I know you’ve set up something."

You leaned lazily on the counter, smirking. "Oh, come on, Phai. You think I’d do the same trick twice?"

"Yes. Absolutely. 100%."

"Well, you’re right!" You grinned before flicking a switch under the counter.

The dim shop lights flickered, and an old speaker crackled to life with a distorted, robotic laugh. The life-sized animatronic from yesterday suddenly started moving, its head twitching in a way that was way too similar to Freddy Fazbear’s infamous glitchy movements.

Phainon let out a strangled yelp, backing away as the figure took a slow, jerky step forward. "NOPE! I AM NOT PLAYING THIS GAME."

"Aw, come on, security guard Phai!" you teased. "Survive 'til 6 AM!"

"I WILL NOT. I QUIT. I RESIGN."

Just as he turned to run, another animatronic—this one a decrepit rabbit with hollow, soulless eyes—dropped from the ceiling.

"WHY IS THERE A SPRINGTRAP?!" Phainon shrieked.

You wheezed, barely able to hold yourself together. "Oh my god—Phai, you scream just like a high school girl!"

"I AM NOT HERE TO BE JUMPSCARED!" Phainon scrambled for the door, slamming it open and nearly tripping over himself as he bolted outside.

You stood at the doorway, watching him flee down the street. "See you tomorrow, security guard Phai!" you called, cackling.

From down the street, you heard his exasperated yell: "I HATE THIS SHOP!"

You grinned. "And yet, you keep coming back~."

The next day, Phainon decided it was time for revenge. He had spent all night thinking of a way to finally turn the tables.

As he walked into the shop, he made sure to stay quiet, creeping toward the counter where you were sorting some eerie, old trinkets. Your back was turned. Perfect.

Phainon took a deep breath, summoned all the chaos he had, and suddenly grabbed your shoulders.

"BOO!" he shouted.

You flinched. Just slightly. Barely a twitch, but he saw it.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, Phainon burst out laughing. "OH MY GOD. I DID IT. I ACTUALLY SCARED YOU!"

You turned to face him, blinking in mild surprise. "Huh. Guess you did."

Phainon gasped. "That’s it?! No screaming? No dramatic flailing?"

You shrugged. "Well, you’re not exactly terrifying, Phai. You’re more like a really excitable golden retriever."

His jaw dropped. "Excuse me?! I am a terrifying force of nature!"

You just grinned, poking his chest. "Sure you are, scary boy. You gonna bark too?"

Phainon groaned, running his hands through his messy white hair. "Unbelievable. I finally get my revenge, and you downplay it like it was nothing."

You gave him a teasing pat on the head. "Nice try though. A for effort."

Phainon sighed dramatically, but a small smile tugged at his lips. "You’re impossible." You just smirked before blowing him a kiss and winking at him, "But you love me puppy boy :)"

I LOVE FNAF AND I HTOUGHT OF READER AS MIZUKI IN THIS FIC

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

Springtrap--the rabbit that your coworkers had brought inside not that long ago--had you cornered. Your back was against a rusting, locked door.

You wouldn't exactly say that you were fully cornered--you still had quite a lot of space to move about, but...

The door behind you couldn't be opened without a key--which, unfortunately, you recalled losing not that long ago. It could be anywhere within the attraction.

You could make an attempt to rush forwards, and get past the old rabbit, but there was quite the real possibility of him moving faster than you, and being snatched by him.

Even if, for the moment, Springtrap moved eerily slow, you could still remember seeing just how fast the old thing could move--it resulted in fast flashes in the corners of your eyes.

Your coworkers--and boss--had thought that, because of that... surely, something was wrong with the old animatronic. Something with the inner mechanisms, perhaps? Would the thing break down further?

Only yesterday, you had gotten to, briefly, take a crack at working on the decayed animatronic. You remembered sticking your hands into the main hole up front.

Of course, gloves had been used--but that didn't remove the strange feeling that you felt as you searched, and felt old, rusting metal... and thing's much more icky.

Whatever it all exactly was--you'd not exactly taken the best look--everyone simply claimed that it was fake, and went on with their day.

You'd only been working at the attraction for four whole days--the first, Springtrap hadn't even been there, and everyone seemed rather desperate to find something.

The day after, he'd been brought in after a new search in an old pizzeria, and you'd only managed to catch a few, brief glimpses.

Having originally been as still as a statue, finally, you noticed Springtrap beginning to move again. Towards you.

"Your fear..." Came a low rasp, followed by a soft sounding chuckle. "Oh, calm yourself..." The rabbit's eyes didn't look away from you.

"You... you are fascinating." The animatronic's voice gave way to excitement. One of his hand's raised to be placed against his cheek, similar to someone being lovesick, and admiring another from afar.

Your eyes drifted around for a second, and there was an entryway to the left. You could run for that... but there was the same problem for if the second option was tried.

"I felt you work on me, watched you work on me..." Springtrap's steps were hesitant, as if he was trying to still get used to his legs--but his voice was confident. His head tilted to the side.

"Your hands cautiously making their way through the suit..." The way he sounded, you would have expected him to lick his lips. But, the animatronic had neither of what was needed for that to be done.

"...Poking and bumping into the endoskeleton," Springtrap simply continued, as if it were the fondest thing that he knew. "Inching away at anything that made you start to have doubts..."

Springtrap's speed quickened, and by the time that you blinked twice, the animatronic was right in front of you, grabbing ahold of your wrists. He spun you around.

Facing away from him now, with your wrists still held, a low, quick mechanical noise caught your attention--but what exactly was it? What was going on?

His voice was lower, and, additionally, it was right in your ear. "So very gentle, too, as you worked... but I would have preferred the roughness." There was a hint of... what? What was it?

Was the animatronic upset?

"Perhaps..."

You waited, but he seemed to have simply trailed off--seemingly deep in thought. He was frozen, too, it seemed.

Muttering something under your breath, you started to twist yourself around, while trying to remove Springtrap's grip.

It was only for a few seconds, before...

Springtrap moved again, suddenly dipping you onto the floor. "You are fascinating..." He repeated, the grin on his face seemingly growing.

"It would be quite lovely if you kept working on me..." He was... purring? "I won't allow anyone else..."

"There is so much that I believe you can do.."

From behind you, the door seemed to start shifting and creaking, but Springtrap didn't notice. He raised you back up. He let go of your wrists.

"You could be happy. I know a few thing's that-"

The previously locked door finally opened wide up--revealing one of your coworkers, who simply blinked in confusion at the sight.

The new arrival seemed to have surprised--or, at the very least, startled Springtrap--after all, he'd only managed to see you the entire time today.

You spun yourself back around, speed-walking out of the door, and towards where your car was.

...Now you had some time to think over just what the old animatronic had been saying.

From back inside of the attraction, you could hear said animatronic calling out a little fare-well to you--which caused your coworker to yelp in surprise.

@ravenmccookies @spaciebabie

[scrypticmetal]

Late Night (springtrap x Gn! Reader) {fluff fic}

You’d finally made it to the driveway, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles were turning white. You didn’t have the patience to deal with anyone right not. Nothing to springtrap personally, you just knew you should have taken the day off. Glancing at the clock that read 11:45, “just a couple more minutes” you muttered to yourself, hands sliding down the wheel as you loosened your iron grip.

You tried focusing on your breathing but it just wasn’t working. It’s not like you could sleep on the job either, despite being too exausted to properly function, you were completely restless. You hadn’t gotten a good nights rest in days.

A couple minutes passed, and you finally got out of the car, walking into the building and clocking in.

The halls filled with the sound of your crisp footsteps clacking against the dusty linoleum floor. Cold rough hands grabbed at your shoulders and you nearly jumped out of your own skin, yelping and dipping out of the grasp. You were met with springtrap’s gravelly laugh as you stood there red faced with embarrassment, “… I wasn’t expecting you to be up and walking so early”

“I’m not early, you’re late.” he crossed his arms.

“No it’s..” you checked your phone to see the clock at 12:09… when did all that time pass? “Oh..”

“Whatever that’s unimportant.” He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you with him, “My neck has been KILLING me, I believe something got lodged in there. I don’t even understand HOW something could have gotten lodged in there” He starts droning on

You liked hearing him talk. Lucky for you, he liked hearing himself talk too… but you didn’t mind. The two of you walked into the makeshift workshop. He sat on the chair next to the big iron table, leaning on his elbow leaning his head to the right.

“It’s right in the middle left here” he pointed with his left hand.

“I’ll see what I can do… that’s a finicky spot, you know that” you stood between his legs and clicked the flashlight on, holding it in your mouth. (You keep telling yourself to invest in a headlamp but you keep forgetting to actually buy it…)

You used a narrow metal rod to poke at his insides, trying to see what was lodged in there. Probably not the best thing to use, but there isn’t necessarily a correct tool for this kind of thing..

Finally, you found the blockage; his collarbone had somehow completely snapped in half and had splintered into several different mechanical crevices.

“Great” you laughed dryly. This could take the whole night. “How the hell did the bone suddenly start splintering like this?”

He just looked at you and shrugged on his right side. He’s soooo helpful as usual.

What the hell does he do when you’re not here to warrant the need for these extremely hands-on repairs? You took the needle nose pliers out of the toolbox and started at pulling the bone fragments out.

You hadn’t realized how close you really were to him, but he sure did. Your lower thighs pressed into his inner thighs. Your pressed button-up shirt wrinkled as your chest was flushed up against his own.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet” springtrap chimed.

“…it’s been a long week” you replied dryly, putting the flashlight back into your mouth after responding.

He just hummed on response.

He’d really rather not bother you about whatever was troubling you, but this mood shift was starting to make him uncomfortable. You’re always so nice and so quick with conversation. Seeing you like this was a little jarring. The only noise in the cramped workshop was the half-working AC unit. Despite the fan going overdrive, you were still breaking a sweat in this late summer Utah heat.

After a couple more bone fragments were removed, his shoulder was starting to feel better. But he didn’t say anything about it, he just let you continue with your work. Springtrap didn’t want to admit how much he loved the closeness that came with his repairs. Could you blame him? He spent 30 years contactless both socially and physically. He refuses to admit it to both you and himself, but he’s desperate for any kind of human interaction.

His focus stayed on the warmth of your body radiating against his cold metallic body. The sensation was faint, given almost all his nerve endings were completely shot, but the sensation was still there.

You weren’t even halfway done when your eyes started to give out on you, heavy with exhaustion. You stumbled backwards and springtrap caught you by the lower waist.

“How do you manage to trip over nothing” he laughed.

Putting your palms on both of his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Sorry, I’m just really tired I guess” you mumbled. It took so much energy to speak but you have to remind yourself people can’t just read your thoughts.

The air was thick with one-sided tension yet, you failed to even notice. Your breathing was labored by your body working overdrive to keep yourself upright and ‘functioning’.

Springtrap stared down at you, he could tell you really weren’t all there today when you came in, but you were just about passing out on him… LITERALLY.

“You should rest” he phrased it as a suggestion but said it as an order.

“…mmbut your neck” you rose your drooped head up to look at him.

He stared back into your sleep deprived half-lidded eyes. You looked like a kicked puppy, he found it adorable.

Springtrap didn’t bother to answer your weak protest, instead, picking you up by your waist and setting you down on his lap. The sharp holes in the legs of the suit scratched at the fabric on the underside of your legs; your jeans being your only armor against the sharp metal. But regardless of the sharp edges of his suit poking at your skin, you were kinda comfortable.

It wasn’t… uncommon that repairs often gotten accidentally intimate, but it wasn’t accidental this time. Your body twitched trying to go stiff but your muscles refused to hold.

Springtrap’s rough hand glided up your forearm to the pliers in your hand. He pried the pliers from your wimpy grasp, placing them on the table behind him; then snaked his hand up to the flashlight in your mouth. A thin line of saliva dribbled from your mouth onto the edge flashlight. He hummed in amusement and held the edge of the flashlight up to your chin, beckoning for you to look back up at him. You wanted to squirm under the feeling of your own cold saliva on your chin.

The two of you locked eyes once again, at this point you had no energy to fight back on this. This rotted husk of a man was strangely the best comfort you had. You reached both hands out, one of grab the hand that held the flashlight, the other gently holding his wrist. Your hand slid up, pressing your thumb against Springtrap’s palm.

You guided his hand to your cheek. The suit was rough and raggedy, but you failed to care. His hand was huge in comparison to your face; half of his hand rested on your neck, and his index and thumb engulfed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb back and forth methodically.

You caved into your exhaustion, slumping over his shoulder, stuffing your face in the crook of your arm for cushioning. His arms wrapped around you. Springtrap gives surprisingly good hugs; his grip is tight and constraining but in a comforting way. He brushed the hair out of your face and trailed his left hand down to the small of your back. Springtrap traced his index finger along your spine while his right arm held you close.

At this point, your vision was spinning from exhaustion, legs twitching as you tried to keep yourself awake.

“Springs?” You mumbled

You could feel him shift to look over at you. “Hmm?” his voice rattled through his metal chest in a low rumble.

You went to say something else but you knocked out before you could say anything.

Springtrap awaited your response but eventually realized you were out.

He listened intently to your breathing, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. His ears twitched everytime you mumbled in your sleep. He hated how soft you made him feel. He burried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you tighter.

[cock-ainee]

Okay, so, here it is

No care for danger

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Word count: 1359

Category: smut

Characters: Michael Afton x afab reader

Enjoy!

Michael knew it was a bad fucking idea to take YN to work with him. But she was just so whiny telling him how she missed him all the time, and how she wanted to spend some time with him.

So, for his own peace, he decided to just take her.

First two hours have been quite normal, she was just going around and looking trough the office. But he needed to catch her a few times, because she wanted to go out of it. And there was no way in hell he'd let her, especially knowing what was lurking in the hallways, barely brightened up with a few rusty lamps.

Near 3am, YN was starting to get bored. And it didn't mean anything good for Michael.

He thought she was asleep, until he felt her hands creep up his shoulders from the back of his chair.

- Hooooneeey -

She whined softly, smirking a little.

- I'm bored -

She pouted, leaning down to lay her chin on one of his shoulders.

- Just go to sleep then -

Michael muttered back, busy with looking over the cameras and fixing them, because the system broke AGAIN.

- But i'm not sleepy... -

If Michael only focused, he probably could literally feel her smirk against his neck, as well as her hand slowly, teasingly sliding down his chest.

And when he realised, it was too late. A literal whimper fell off his lips as her hand landed on the most soft spot on his body possible.

He immediately put a hand over his mouth, in a pathetic attempt to quiet down, as she pawed at his crotch with no care at all.

- J-jeez.. please, stop, it's not a good moment-! -

He opposed, trying to hold back pleasured gasps and groans as, despite having his pants tent up already.

And he wasn't sure if he was talking to her, or Springtrap that was currently crawling trough a vent, making thuds bounce off the walls of the office. But YN didn't seem to mind, having her lips glued to his neck and sucking hickeys onto it.

- Oh but please, Mikeeey... -

...And how could he deny her when she was asking so nicely?

°°°

Basically that's why within next two minutes she was already in front of him, popping the buttons of his purple shirt open. She immediately latched onto his chest, sending kisses here and there as now Michael had a moment to seal the fucking vent Springtrap was trying to go trough.

The man picked up the second monitor and once more pushed a button to fix something, just as the button of his jeans came open. The girl unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down to his ankles.

She pulled his underwear off in a hurry, and his agitated member sprung out of his confinements, slapping him in the stomach. YN immediately grabbed it in her hand and lubricated it with some of her saliva, before giving it a few pumps, earning a loud moan from Michael. The girl quickly started discarding her sweatpants down, along with her panties.

She immediately crawled up onto the chair Michael was sitting on. She kind of hoped the poor thing wouldn't break under their both weight. She sat on Michael's lap, throwing her legs over the back of the chair. She raised her hips just a little and positioned him by her slick entrance, but he stopped her, putting his hands firmly on her waist.

- Just like this..? No lube..? -

She couldn't help but smile at his worry and entangle her lips with his.

- I'll be fine -

She muttered, covering her palm in some more saliva before catching a hold of Michael's cock, throbbing with need.

Not like she needed much prep with how wet she was.. It was as if he had some spell casted over her, all it took for her to get wet was just seeing him. And poof, "I need to go to the bathroom".

She sank on him immediately, before she could feel any discomfort. Well, instead she let out a loud whimper, as she felt his tip kissing her cervix with how deep it went. The feeling was.. so intense and it had her clenching. The best thing was, he never fucking ever believed when she said that he was big. He'd just think she's trying to make him feel better, but oh how wrong he was.

She swirled her hips a bit, trying to get used to the feeling of him pressing against her insides - ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶u̶l̶. And then, she began to lazily move up and down, wrapping her arms around Michael and hugging him as they did such a nasty little thing.

She was holding on just alright though, Michael, on the other hand..

He was more worked up than she was, panting, quivering, moaning, and not really doing the job he was supposed to. It's not his fault that he's such a cute little boy - or maybe ok it is. Like, i don't know, who cares???

His hips were uncontrolably bucking up. Her pace was so slow, but he honestly needed nothing more, than just her silky heat wrapped around him to drive him nuts.

..Literally.

- Ughh fuck.. oh baby, you're feeling so good for me.. -

The praise from his lips was making her grind even harder against him. Especially that his sweet, british accent was shining trough, making him sound.. just so fucking good.

Not even the sound of clicking and errors from the computer could distract Michael, as the only thing he focused about was the girl on top of him - his girl - who was whining for him so cutely.

And suddenly, a loud metalic thud could be heard from the corridor as some unvited guest exited the vent. Loud, heavy steps could be heard, but guess what??

Michael didn't give a damn fuck.

And very soon, Springtrap appeared behind the big window of the office. As soon as his eyes landed on the situation unfolding in front of his eyes, his jaw fell open and first time ever his eyes showed some emotion. Could be fear, could be confusion, but the animatronic just backed away and got back into the vent, closing the lid on it.

I mean.. can a murdered rabbit get trauma???

As much as Michael wanted to laugh, what only escaped him was another groan, as he felt her tighten around him suddenly.

- You close? -

He immediately got a next question on his mind.

- You took the pill, right? -

- M-mhm.. please.. want you to cum first.. -

She pleaded, looking up at him with those eyes he swore he could drown in when she looked at him, so fucked out like that.

He chuckled sweetly.

- No, hun. I'm not cumming before you. -

She tightened again, making him hiss. He knew he was close too. He found his way to her clit, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

- C-come on.. come right on me, sweetling -

The nickname was the last straw, making her clamp down on him once more and muffle her loud moan by sucking onto his neck.

Michael followed right after, stilling completely as he filled her up nicely with everything he could only give her.

They both were just panting messes for a moment, reveling in each other's warmth. Michael picked the girl up and settled her on the desk before grabbing some handkerchiefs and wiping the girl's thighs and poor kitten, clicking the "reboot" button in the meantime. He pulled his pants back on after cleaning himself too, and sat back on the chair, settling the girl back on his lap, getting back to work. He ran his fingers trough her hair, as he checked the cameras, not noticing Springtrap ANYWHERE.

- I'm not taking you here ever again -

Michael whispered, eyeing the girl, who rested in his embrace. He could feel his heart warming up to the sight of her.

..Oddly enough, YN fell asleep right after.

[spaciebabie]

Shoes thrown at the door, spilled a bit of leftovers that you’ll clean up later, piled papers on the counter. Whatever. You just need rest right now. The sun is already down, and a bed sounds great.

You step into your little living room, about to hit the light switch to keep from bumping anything in the dark, but you notice that the desk lamp is on. Your eyes slowly adjust as you search the space. Your gaze then lands on the one chair you have that’s actually pretty nice, but on that chair sits a large mechanical rabbit. His head rests in his propped-up hand. He stays practically motionless, gazing into the darkness ahead of him. Your hand drops from the light switch. Springtrap liked it either being dim or completely dark. You had to admit, the lamp light was kind of comforting.

You give a deep sigh just thinking about everything that happened earlier today, then give a half-hearted and distracted, “Hi.”

Springtrap abruptly snaps out of his trance, looking over with his faintly-glowing, lidded eyes. Though the suit’s face always had a bit of a smile to it, it could move to make a few other expressions, and you could tell this was one of content as he recognized it was you in the doorway. He responds with a low, calm, and quiet, “Ah. Hello.”

Seeing your more-tired-than-usual look, Springtrap’s brows then furrow and the metal of his ears make a light “clink” as they drop back and to the side: a silent question about your expression.

You perform quite the full-body stretch -legs, back, neck, arms- while muttering, “It’s been a long day.”

There’s a mechanical click as Springtrap’s ears flick forward at your comment. “Longer than twenty-four hours?” his worn and grainy voice jokes as he leans back a little further into his chair, seemingly less worried about your condition being something big.

You can’t even be bothered to shoot him a semi-serious glare while beginning to trudge into the room, heading for your bedroom just past him.

Springtrap slowly sits up at your lack of response, brows knitting once more. His hand falls away from under his chin as watches you step tiredly through the dark.

You make it halfway into the living room before two fingers slip into your empty hand. You look over to see Springtrap leaning forward in the chair, his weathered digits now lightly gripping yours. He carefully pulls your arm towards him until it’s at its length, looking from your hand to your face. Not a demand, but an offer.

With no resistance, you turn to him and slowly step up to the chair. He takes one of the pillows from the other seats, placing it on top of his otherwise-hard-cased legs, then leans forward once more. One lightly-furred arm rubs up behind your knees, and the other presses against your back as he slowly eases you up onto his lap.

You curl into a ball, your head falling into the padding on his torso. It was like another pillow, but one with a few little holes to poke your hands into and pinch the edges of. Its fur was soft, especially compared to what remained of the suit’s plush, and rubbing your face against it never got old.

Springtrap sinks into the chair once again, arms slowly closing over you, one hand carefully holding your head. His ears droop forward over his face as he lowers his head to yours.

His false-breaths rumble in his mechanisms, creating a soothing purr. Warm, calm, and gentle.

-heartbeat anon [returns]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HEARETBEAT ANON RETURNS

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Just realized I completely forgot to post that oneshot of BTC Springtrap crushing on,,,, somebody. But I swear it is almost done. Might get silly and post it tomorrow.

Anyways to the actual point of this ask cause I need to know something so I can write the end bits correctly; is BTC Springtrap the type of guy to mutter his thoughts aloud to himself when he’s alone and then freak out as soon as someone walks in on him? Just curious.

HAVE A LOVELY DAY/EVENING, STARBS. 🫵 /gen /pos

My boy is awkward! He will stare at the person for 3 seconds and then resume muttering as if they are not even there. Or, he will ignore them until he's done asjdkjsakdlas

But if you wanna make him the type of person to freak out when someone walks in, that works too ig

[sw33t-d1vine]

This is a really simple one but gn reader admitting their feelings to springtrap

── ✮ Falling in love. Springtrap!

- Springtrap x GN!reader

- cw : confessions , fluff , u guys r cute n silly

- word count , 842

- a/n : hi i need to stop dying erm.. enjoy this ;p its monday im tired bleh

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── Admitting your feelings to someone was hard, especially when the person your admitting your feelings to is a walking corpse in a rabbit suit.

You couldn’t keep these feelings hidden much longer though, not after years of being friends with him. He was there for you when you needed him, and you were there for him. Even if visiting him was hard too, you tried to go to him everyday to hangout.

Hang outs got longer, and you’d even spend a night or two at the abandoned pizzeria, just for him. He couldn’t sleep, but he’d watch over you and run his fingers through your hair with care. He didn’t want your hair getting tangled between the mechanics and machinery in him.

Nights after nights, you realized you did have feelings for him, and you hoped he felt the same way.. You weren’t even sure if he could even feel that way about anyone.. He was dead! You could only hope he could..

You held an envelope close to yourself, growing nervous as you neared the pizzeria, fingers fiddling with the paper, folding and unfolding the corners of it over and over again.

You stopped in front of the building, staring. You didn’t move, swallowing back the lump in your throat. It felt like when you would count down to 3 to do something, before chickening out and restarting that count over and over.

It was scary to confess.. If he denied you, it would be awkward, and you didn’t want that. He could think you’re weird for liking him that way. He could make fun of you for liking him. He could-

You stopped your thoughts, letting out a long sigh, before taking a step and walking to the pizzeria.

You stepped through the doors, taking the usual route you always took to his room. Your heart raced faster and faster the more you got closer, you could almost feeling it pounding against your chest, like it wanted to just escape.

Stepping into the room, you saw Springtrap sitting in the same spot he’s always been in. You heard a few clicks, watching as he tilted his head up to look at you.

You smiled at him, giving him a small wave, “Hi.” You greeted, his response being a small grunt.

He looked up at you, before looking at the envelope in your hand, nodding his head slightly at it. “Whats that?”

You looked down at the envelope, blush spreading across your face. You opened it, assuming he couldn’t even open it himself with his hands, and held out the letter.

He slightly tilted his head at you, before reaching and taking the paper in his hands, turning it and reading it.

It was quiet while he read it, and you stood awkwardly in your spot, fiddling with your fingers, watching him read the letter. It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either, and he only looked up at you when he finished reading, gently folding the paper.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me.” Springtrap muttered, holding up the folded piece of paper, “You didn’t have to write it though.”

You looked away, embarrassed. “I know, but I thought it was easier to write down my thoughts.” You sighed, “I’m sorry if this is weird. I’ve liked you for so long now, but I don’t want to ruin anything I already have with you. If you want, we can just stay friends and act like this never ha-“

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” Springtrap gave you an amused look. “I never said no, did I?” He teased, gently setting down the paper, before patting the spot next to him.

You obliged, sitting down next to him. You could heat his gears moving against each other as he moved his arm up, wrapping it around you and pulling you closer. “I’ve liked you for a long time too.”

You blinked, blushing and smiling, “Really..?” You leaned into him.

Springtrap nodded his head, humming. “I thought it would be weird to tell you first since i’m not human.” He shrugged, “So this makes it better for me.”

“Well, I’m glad you like me back.” You hummed, “I was so nervous you’d think I’m weird.. or make fun of me.”

“Make fun of you?” Springtrap tilted his head, “I would never do such a thing, darling.” He felt a little sad you thought that, but didn’t say anything else.

You frowned a little, sighing, “I know..” And as if you read his mind, “That was probably rude of me for thinking that.. But I couldn’t help it.”

“Its okay.” Springtrap turned his head, nudging your forehead with his snout as a makeshift kiss.

You chuckled, turning your head and giving his nose a kiss.

Thank god he accepted your feelings.. You would hate to ruin anything you had with him.

Leaning into Springtrap, you let out a content sigh, closing your eyes. The night ended with you falling asleep against Springtrap, and him holding you close to his side.

[cotardspringtrap]

I'm gonna say it. i love love love Game Springtrap, i love The Twisted Ones Springtrap and i already love DBD Springtrap. But unless they do change DBD Springtrap to be grosser ( /aff ), truthfully..

I feel nothing can ever beat Aftonbuilt Springtrap .

Isn't she beautiful ?

[csilis]

Five nights at Freddy’s William Afton x F!Reader

A/N: The movie got me back to my FNaF era, so I thought I write a oneshot with my favourite guy.

Note: William gets springtrapped. What a surprise indeed.

Your mother would be disgusted if she would see you now. Marrying the insane serial killer who ended your own sister’s life. But just like Cassidy, you were onto vengeance too. And to avenge the sister you have lost, you were willing to do anything. Even if it meant sacrificing your beliefs and becoming a monster just like the one before your very eyes.

So in the abandoned backroom of the Freddy Fazebear’s pizza you stood, holding his hands and waiting for an uncertain future to come.

“We are gathered here today in this beautiful place to witness the joining of two lives” came the prerecorded voice of a priest from the tape player which stood on the chair between you and him.

“Beautiful place? What a joke” you thought as your eyes were focused on the black-white floor tiles. He did just rid himself from the last of the old animatronics whose parts were splattered all over the floor. But it mattered not to him, he simply ignored all the destruction he brought upon himself and all the souls he enraged.

You weren’t paying any attention as the feeling of your revenge being so close started to consume every part of your whole being. You wanted it so bad, couldn’t wait to finally do it. But unlike him you had self control. You knew you had to wait for the perfect moment to get through with your plan. Or else you fail, becoming a ghost of the past just like your sister.

“You may kiss the bride” this was when you came back to your senses. It was time. Finally.

You then let go of his hands and swept the tape player from the chair with one swift move. You then stepped on it to be closer in height to this bastard. To clearly see the pain in his eyes as you take your revenge.

He was in that damned bunny suit just like you asked.

“The children will fear you this way. You will be invincible” you whispered into his ears this morning as you two were laying in the bed. Sweet lies. That’s what they were.

What pulled you back was his wet lips on yours as his hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was time…

Some part of the suit was exposed, showing how old that thing actually was. You knew that the springs were the only thing keeping him from being smashed. But it was about time to be changed. You knew from him that those springs were delicate and easily triggerable. That’s why you were standing in the middle of the mouldy backroom. You could see the wetness forming on those exposed wires and springs as you carefully wriggled out the knife which you sew into your bridal dress while he was out, destroying the animatronics.

In the meantime you tried to keep the act of the woman madly in love with him. You let his hands grab your breasts as he moved onto your neck to put kisses on. Your stomach churned in disgust. You wanted to vomit. But once you freed the knife, you felt finally relieved.

You gripped the knife tighter and stabbed him in the side. Your sudden act made him stumble a few steps backwards as his mouth was wide open. But he didn’t even had a chance to mutter a word out as the springlocks immediately snapped from the impact of the knife.

His blood spilled onto your white dress as he tried to scream but couldn’t as the metal stabbed through his lungs. You could only hear him drowning in his own blood as you stepped down from the chair with a mad grin on your face. As he knelt down because of the immense pain, you had time to notice the ghosts who seemed to be the only witnesses of your cursed wedding. The few moments of eye contact you shared told them everything they needed to know. It told your sister everything she needed to know.

Then you looked back at him. Anger radiated from him, your betrayal carving into his soul for forever. You knew he will come back. He always comes back. But until that day, you will thrive in the pain you caused him.

While picking up the headpiece of the suit next to your right foot you knew what you had to do. You walked towards him, lifting the headpiece higher.

“Until death do us part, William Afton!” you angrily yelled, pushing what you were holding into his head and hearing the springlocks inside that also snap.

It was what he deserved. It was all he will deserve. Endless pain and torture.

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It now has a continuation called Back to me.

[chiimeramanticore]

Mike isn't sure exactly why he took this job. Maybe a haunted house based on Freddy's isn't exactly worth his time. That is, until he sees a familiar face during his shift.

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Mike and Springtrap meet for the first time and it sucks lol. 3859 words, slight TW for references to child abuse/neglect and gore 👍

Read it on AO3!

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Mike isn't really sure what he expected taking this job. Sure, a haunted house about Freddy's. Real respectful. It's probably not even going to help him get any evidence on his father. But the dude that hired him swore up and down they'd gotten "real authentic shit, y'know?" for the attraction. It's possible, he figures. Mike knows well enough about the teenagers that try to raid the closed Freddy's locations for proof the rumored murders really happened. He also knows well enough that if he hasn't been able to find any solid evidence yet, they definitely haven't. Maybe there isn't any evidence at all. Maybe he's just going crazy.

Sitting in the office now, Mike definitely feels crazy. This is a waste of time... The whole building feels like it's held together by glow-in-the-dark paint, duct tape, and good luck. The ventilation in here is awful. He can't go two seconds without something breaking. Night shifts are supposed to be easy, damn it.

What's worse, Mike finds himself hallucinating a lot more when he's here. When he complained about seeing stuff that wasn't actually there, his doctor handed him a slip of paper with a schizophrenia diagnosis and a prescription for antipsychotics. Mike brought the pills home, but didn't last long actually taking them. He knows whatever he's got, it's not a disorder. It's from that damn gas his dad used to love messing with when he was a kid. He'd inhaled enough of that garbage to probably give him permanent brain damage, he figures. And the stuffiness of this office often makes Mike feel like he's back home, breathing it in again. Whatever it is, his doctor wouldn't be happy about it.

Mike sighs, eyeing the new cassette left on his desk, labeled "Tuesday." His employers are way too committed to the retro thing– they can just call him or talk to him in person. Surely this is more work than it's worth, right? Whatever. He pops it into the player and hits play.

"Hey man– okay, I have some awesome news for you!" His employer's voice begins. "First of all, we found some vintage audio training cassettes. Dude, these are like pre-historic! I think they were, like, training tapes for, like, other employees or something like that. So I thought we could, like, have them playing, like, over the speakers as people walk through the attraction. Dude, that’d make this feel legit man." Mike groans. He isn't sure what's more annoying, this guy's voice, or the prospect of having to listen to Freddy's training tapes every night on loop.

"But," the voice continues, "I have an even better surprise for you, and you’re not gonna believe this! We found one. A real one." Mike furrows his brow hearing this. A real... what? There's no way it's what he thinks it is.

"Uhh, gotta go man. Look, i-it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure you’ll see it. Okay, I’ll leave you with some of this great audio that I found. Talk to you later man!" The casette goes quiet for a moment before a new track starts playing, one of the training tapes in question.

"Welcome to your new career as a performer-slash-entertainer for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. These tapes will provide you wi–" Mike stops the tape. He's not interested.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'a real one'?" He mutters to himself. He looks to the security monitor to his right. Everything looks exactly the same as it did yesterday and last week. Mike switches between cameras quickly but deliberately, scanning each room for discrepancies. There's no way they found a real animatronic, right? There's no way. They were all dismantled and scrapped. Mike knows they're haunted, or at least were at some point. Maybe if he can just find it on the cameras, he can assess if it's actually going to be a danger to him.

He clicks over to the last camera, eyes flicking around the screen. Nothing's different. Maybe he's freaking out over nothing.

But right as he clicks back to the start, Mike sees something move in the bottom left corner of the screen.

He clicks back over.

Nothing.

If there was anything, it's gone. And he's not sure there ever was anything. Maybe he's going crazy. Maybe he's just crazy. That'd be the most reassuring thing to learn, he figures.

Mike realizes his heart's beating at a mile a minute right now. He leans back in his chair, trying to breathe slower. He's just hallucinating, he tells himself. It's fine. He's fine. The panel to his left beeps, signaling the ventilation needs to be reset. See? He's just freaking out. He turns his attention to the panel, waiting the seconds it takes to reset the ventilation.

It doesn't take him long after this to settle back into the routine he's found in the few days since he started this job. Check the cameras idly, get spooked by something that isn't actually there, fix something that inevitably broke, repeat. He continues like this for about an hour, still somewhat puzzled by what he was told on the tape. Maybe he wasn't even referring to an animatronic– it could be anything, really. And these cameras are so grainy, it's not hard to miss something small.

Mike stares idly at the static on Camera 04, feeling like his mind is turning to fuzz, too. It definitely takes him too long to notice, but... there, on the left side of the screen. A pinprick of light that Mike knows for sure doesn't belong. Is that... an eye? It's dark, but he swears he can make out the right half of a head surrounding it. He blinks a few times, unsure if he's making it up, but the half-hidden face remains. And it looks like it's looking at him.

The panel beeps at him. Mike doesn't want to look away, but he does, resetting the ventilation once again. When he gets the chance to look back again, the face is gone.

"Sssshit," he hisses. "Shit. Shit." He clicks through the cameras again, trying to find the thing in here with him. It's too dark to recognize it easily, but the shape of the head seemed like an older mold. Even then, he's not really sure. He just wants to see it again. But there's nothing on the cameras that looks like it. He sighs, sitting back in his chair to refresh his eyes.

When he looks up at the window to his office, the animatronic is there. Staring at him.

Mike's blood runs so cold it damn near freezes over. He's paralyzed– all he can do is stare back. He recognizes this animatronic, or at least he thinks he does. It's so worn down now, but... it's Springbonnie. How could he ever forget Springbonnie...? His father's favorite.

The rabbit moves. It shifts its weight, then slowly starts to shamble to the left of the window. Mike doesn't know what to do– it's not like he's got a door to shut on the thing. He watches it appear in the doorway, using a hand to brace itself on the frame. It struggles to move, not unlike how Mike's seen the haunted animatronics move, but this feels different. It's not bound by its mechanics. But... the only way it'd move organically like this is if someone was inside.

Even if he's just being fucked with, he's not about to gamble on it. He'd much rather get laughed at for falling for it. He grabs a screwdriver from his desk, just in case he needs to defend himself against it. He presses himself up against the back of the chair he's in as the creature gets even closer, far too close. Like it's curious about him, too. It smells awful– like death and mold. From here, Mike can see clearly that it's not in costume mode. Tears and rips in the fabric expose its mech, which he wouldn't be able to see if it was in walk-around mode. He isn't sure what he's dealing with, but his heart is pounding so hard he's sure it can hear the sound too.

The rabbit puts its face mere inches from Mike's, and makes an odd noise, somewhere between a wheeze and a moan. Mike grips the armrests of his chair tightly, certain he's moments from death.

Then, with another wheeze, "...M... Michael," it says in his father's voice.

Mike doesn't wait for anything else to happen. Almost automatically, he springs out of his chair, pushing the thing over, and bolts for the door. He doesn't care what it is. It's not a hallucination. It's not an animatronic. It can't be his father. Please, don't let this be his father. It won't matter if he can just get out of here. Leave and never come back.

Mike hears the thud of footsteps behind him, still somewhat slow but much faster than before. He doesn't dare look back at it.

He refuses to lose speed as he whips around a corner, but he doesn't look where he's going– he crashes into a prop mannequin, bringing both tumbling to the floor. Mike scrambles to stand again, but he's not fast enough. The rabbit has caught up to him. He tries to take off again, but it grabs him by the wrist with an iron, mechanical grip. Mike strains against it, frantic, like a trapped animal, to no avail.

"Calm... down," the rabbit says sternly.

"No! No, you– You're not real!" Mike shouts, still struggling to escape.

"You're being...!" The rabbit stops to cough and wheeze some more, but the grasp he holds on Mike is unwavering. "Y– You're being ridiculous," he says finally.

"N- no, you–" Mike pulls again, and the rabbit presses his mechanical claws into his arm, just enough to hurt. Only now does he remember he's still holding the screwdriver. He swings it at the rabbit, unsure which parts of him are flesh over metal. He gets lucky, the metal tip landing in his upper arm and hurting him enough to let go of Mike. Mike takes this chance to tackle the rabbit, pinning him to the floor and wielding the screwdriver over him.

"You–!" The rabbit says. "Y– you won't kill me."

"Oh yeah? Give me one good reason I shouldn't stab you in the fucking throat right now!" Mike says, though the way he's trembling betrays his attempt at sounding menacing.

"Language," the rabbit says. "You won't kill me, b- because... I have information. I have... the answers you've been looking for." The way he speaks is labored. His voice is raw and tired, like he hasn't used it in ages, and he sounds continually out of breath. He sounds pained... Mike knows he's weaker now. Mike knows it would be easy to kill him in this state. But he also knows he's right. Everything Mike has been working toward has been for this– for information like this. Information enough to convict his father for the murders he knows he committed. Could they even convict him looking like this...?

"What happened to you?" Mike asks. That's never been what he'd envisioned asking his father.

"Take me back to your office," he says. "I'll talk there."

Mike's suspicious, but... an interrogation while he's still got him pinned to the floor isn't exactly comfortable for either of them. "Fine," he says, moving off of him. "You walk ahead of me."

"Scared?" the rabbit asks, a teasing tone in his voice. Mike doesn't grace it with a response. He watches him stand, then start to move back toward the office. He walks with a limp. Mike studies him from the back, trying to parse what's come of him. It's hard to tell where exactly the man ends and the machine begins. His hands and feet seem metal, but between the crossbeams and wires he can see in the torso, there's what looks like flesh inside. Old, rotted, disgusting flesh, but flesh nonetheless.

They re-enter his office, and Mike sits down in his chair. The rabbit finds a place to sit on the desk. Mike doesn't move his eyes from him for a second.

"What happened to you?" He asks again.

"I had a... lapse of judgement," his father says. "I couldn't get my mind off the old place... the pizzeria. I had left it standing all those years... I wanted to go back. Put... put an end to everything. I meant to dismantle the– the animatronics." Mike isn't sure how much of this is truth, but he lets him continue.

"This... old thing," he says, looking down at himself. "I'd almost forgotten about it. I just wanted to... put it on again. Old time's sake." He chuckles, it sounding just as terrible as the rest of him. "I'd forgotten safety protocol. It was old... wet, moldy."

"You–" Mike hadn't wanted to believe he'd springlocked himself, but that's exactly what he's telling him, isn't it?

"I know," he says. "What a fool I was."

"You didn't," Mike says. "There's no way."

"I did," he insists. "What would I gain from... lying to you about this?"

There's usually something– even if Mike doesn't know what it is. Regardless of how it happened, though, it's undeniable what's happened to begin with. He definitely got springlocked, whether by his own hand or someone else's. And these things usually were mistakes. He just never thought he'd... be so stupid about it. If anyone would remember how to avoid a gruesome death in one of those suits, it should be his father. What could've caused him to forget? There's something he's keeping from him, he's sure of it.

"If you were springlocked, you'd be dead," he says finally.

"But I'm still here," William says.

"How?"

The rabbit shifts in place, as if he's considering whether to tell Mike this. "I found it," he tells him. "The secret to eternal life."

"Bullshit," Mike blurts.

"Language," William says. "Don't act like... you don't want to know."

"Just tell me."

William sighs. "I call it Remnant," he says. "It's... a lot of explanation. It can bind a soul to metal. It can..." He tries to laugh again, doing slightly better this time. "...It can make a man immortal, Michael."

"Is that what you'd call yourself?"

"No," he says. "It's what I almost was. I had... been building up enough, still. But what was in me already was enough... enough to save me when this happened."

Mike studies him a moment longer before finally asking. "How much of you is even human anymore?"

William seems to ponder this for a moment before answering. "Does it matter much?" He responds. "I am more than human now. More than machine. I'm... something new. I am the two combined."

"But your body is still in there, isn't it?"

"I am not just the body. I am not just the suit. I'm not just the metal. I'm it all, Michael. All of it." He seems proud of this, proud of the monster he's become. At least he's finally got a look to match him.

"...All because of this Remnant stuff," Mike mutters. He wonders if, somehow, that's the reason the animatronics were haunted, too. Remnant kept their souls there. But how would he have made that happen? How long has been working on this?

"Last time I saw you, Michael, you were..." William trails off.

"I was seventeen," Mike finishes. His father had just disappeared one day. He was known to do that when Mike was younger– usually because he was out somewhere drinking. Some nights he'd come home late, or just not at all. But when the days began to pass without him, Mike left completely alone in the house... What else was he supposed to do?

"And now, how old are you?"

"...Fifty-two," Mike says. Thirty-five years had passed since they'd seen each other. After this long, Mike had begun to hope he'd just find his father dead. In a way, he has, he figures.

"Mm." William stares at him, and now Mike feels like he's the one being studied. "It's... been quite some time," he says. "You've grown up well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mike says.

"It means exactly what it seems it means," William says, a touch annoyed. Then, calming down again, "You're resilient. You're tough. You aren't a coward. Otherwise... you wouldn't be here. Would you?"

Mike says nothing.

"I raised you with the hope of you... becoming strong," he continues. "That, when life knocks you down, you don't stay down. I believe you're... Well, correct me if I'm wrong."

Mike doesn't know what he wants him to say. He glances the rabbit suit up and down, as if that'll somehow give him an answer. He's not going to "admit" to how great his father says he is, because it's clearly leading toward something. Going with it would just be walking directly into whatever trap he's planted. But denying it is an even more obvious fail-state.

"...Cat have your tongue, Michael?"

"No," Mike says finally. "What do you want?"

"What makes you think I... want something from you?" William asks.

"Why else would you be talking to me?" Mike says.

"Do you think I... I– I hold any sort of power like this?" William insists. "Look at me, Michael."

Mike's been looking at him. "You look awful," he says quietly.

"I've been down there for over thirty years," he says. "I lost the ability to track time. All I could... do was wait. Finally someone found me."

"To make a mockery of you." Mike can't stop himself from saying it. He rests an elbow on an armrest and uses his hand to cover his mouth, hiding the smile he also can't stop himself from.

William sighs. "It's... unfortunate. Yes."

Mike's never seen him look... dejected before. Not that he's exactly looking at his father right now, anyway. But still, as much as Mike hates to admit it, he looks genuine. Maybe he really is weaker like this.

"...Did it hurt?" Mike asks him.

The rabbit slowly lifts its head to Mike. "It still hurts," he admits. "This... is not the body I had planned to spend eternity in."

"So you are immortal," Mike says.

"I don't know the limits of it. But I went thirty years without food, water, much sleep... must count for something. I don't think I age... but there's not much way to tell."

Mike's weighing the possibility of killing him. He didn't seem that afraid of death when he'd been threatening him– but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't be killed. It just means he doesn't fear it. Mike still has half a mind to set this whole dump on fire with his father inside. It'd be so easy... electrical fires nearly start every night here anyway. He could let everything burn and rest with the knowledge that nothing inside would survive.

If he knew his father would die, at least.

"...Michael," William says, the silence between them too long now. "I... I've had time to sit with my regrets. There's more I wish I could have done... More I still need to do. I can't like this."

"Whatever it is, you can get it out of your system here," Mike says. He's expecting him to give some bullshit non-apology for the kind of father he was. Being touchy-feely one time, decades after he'd just disappeared one night, is never going to fix it. But Mike will let him say it, at the very least. It's not like it'll matter.

"I can't do it here," William says. "She's not here."

"...She?"

"Elizabeth," he tells him. "I still have to... go back for her."

Mike remembers the day Elizabeth died. Even now, he can easily recall the sight of her remains pouring out of Circus Baby's chest... the blood, the gore, the smell. The way he'd felt his whole body freeze over at the sight of it. The way his father had tried to save her, even thought it was clear she had long passed that point. The way he'd cried... the way both of them had cried. He could never forget losing her. Then... how could he talk about her like she's still alive?

"Where... where is she?" He asks, cautiously.

"Circus Baby's," William says.

Mike shakes his head. "She can't be." He'd visited the place again years ago, though still years after the incident. He had wanted to find Circus Baby there, thinking his sister might be possessing the robot– but the place was devoid of animatronics.

"Not the restaurant. She's in storage," William says. "The rental company... Only I ever knew where the storage was." He leans in toward Mike, as if they aren't the only two people here. "It's under the house. Always has been."

"Under...?"

The rabbit nods. "Our home," he says.

Mike had returned there too, years ago. He'd never thought, in a million years, that there'd be anything more than bad memories there. He'd never thought he'd have passed over something so important... so close, and yet so far from seeing his sister again– even if she wasn't quite herself.

"I can show you how to get there," William tells him. "I need you to do it, Michael. You're the only one who could."

"Wh– why me?"

"You're family," he says. "You're the only one I trust."

Mike feels something deep inside him stir upon hearing that. He exhales.

"Is she...?" He starts. "Is she... in Baby?"

"She must be," William says. "You need to find her. You need to set her free."

Set her free... It's something Mike's been trying to do with the other possessed animatronics for years. Put their souls to rest. But they've all been so... uncooperative. Animalistic. Maybe their programming had interfered with their true personalities. He should expect it to be the same with Elizabeth, then, but... She's family. She would have to recognize him eventually. That's why he has to be the one to do it, isn't it? She wouldn't trust anyone else. She needs him.

"I..." Mike feels that same deep ache inside him. He misses her, he realizes. He's missed her terribly. And now, he can see her again– and save her. "...I'll do it," he says finally. "Show me how to find her."

The rabbit finally leans back again, laughing. "Good," he says. "Don't let me down, Michael."

"I... I wont." Mike isn't sure this is the right choice to make. He can't shake the feeling he's being pulled into something bigger than him. But how could his father have planned something for this long if he's been stuck in this state for thirty years? And how could he miss his only chance to see his sister again– especially knowing that she's been just as stuck for just as long? How could he not want to help her?

He still wants to burn this place down with his father inside. He will soon, he tells himself. Once he saves Elizabeth, then he can come back here, and put an end to everything.

He just hopes he'll make it back here at all.

[incorrect-fnaf-quotes]

could we possibly see springtrap x reader except the reader is part of the maintenance crew that discovered springtrap?

🐰|You were certainly surprised when the others explained how they might have finally found something.|🔥

🐰|At this point, you’d been working at the attraction forever, and with the opening approaching... this was certainly a good step.|🔥

🐰|Accompanying the others to the abandoned restaurant, you’d never been there until now. But, you’d certainly heard a lot.|🔥

—

“Hey!” A voice rang out through the empty establishment—excitement leaking through. “Guys, guys! Come here!”

You turned around, facing the direction of the voice for a second, before turning towards your right.

Two of your other coworkers were with you, and all three of you were atop the dusty and broken stage.

You didn’t expect anything to be in good condition. The curtains, filled with holes like the actual stage, had fallen. So had the decorations.

The voice calling to you was Phone Dude—there was no mistake. Sighing, you hopped off of the stage, and continued on your way.

When the three of you finally got to the source of his voice, it was quick to understand what he was so excited about.

It looked as if he’d just forced open a hidden door, and now, he was pacing back and forth, a massive grin across his face.

Actually entering the room... you froze. You were staring at an old, rotting animatronic. It resembled a rabbit.

It was collapsed against the wall, head tilted downwards.

“What is that smell?” One of your coworkers muttered.

Phone Dude clapped his hands together. “This is great! This is great! We’ve gotta get this guy to the attraction. Help me move him!”

Right before he finished... you swore you saw the animatronic’s eyes look directly at you.

—

🐰|The others aren’t as gentle as carrying the animatronic rabbit—but you are. You’re trying to be as careful as possible.|🔥

🐰|While bringing him out, Phone Dude tells you a little bit of what he knows—about the diner from where this thing came from.|🔥

🐰|The whole time, you’re still certain that the rabbit is staring at you—watching you closely and... curiously.|🔥

🐰|While waiting to get back to the attraction, you get your hands on the animatronic a little more, and... he’s surprisingly fluffy.|🔥

🐰|You busy yourself the whole ride over with just petting the animatronic rabbit, and feeling his fur.|🔥

—

The three hopped out of the truck—but you remained.

“Stay with the animatronic, okay?” Phone Dude was grinning, and already halfway to the front door. “Gotta tell the others first!”

You just gave a slight nod in response, watching as the three disappeared behind the doors. Then, you looked back down.

...Which you did just in time to see the animatronic rabbit sit straight up, a groan escaping him.

You flinched in surprise, eyes widening.

Except, he didn’t stay like that for long. Almost as if he were weak, the animatronic collapsed back onto the truck’s floor.

“You...” He grumbled.

—

🐰|You’re still trying to process this sudden development, and now Springtrap has a lot to say.|🔥

🐰|You can tell he’s weakened, and while he isn’t explaining anything, you bet it’s probably because he was in that room.|🔥

🐰|Although, you aren’t quite sure for how long.|🔥

🐰|It seems, though, that he does not want to go into that attraction. And... he’s requesting assistance—help.|🔥

🐰|You just met this animatronic rabbit. You just discovered that he seems to be alive.|🔥

🐰|You can’t believe what you’re about to do.|🔥

[ponds-of-ink]

When she had made her way down the flight of stairs, whispers had accompanied the woman all the way down to the heavy doors. Whispers that Ballora assumed came from anyone else who was trapped.

Some sounded confused, others surprised, and perhaps some voices had a "I knew it" sort of tone--as if this was how they were expecting the night to go.

Either way, Ballora had never looked back. Taking in a simple breath, and pulling some of the hair out of her face from the walk down the stairs, she forced the doors open.

Now, out in the cold... well, it wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing--especially with doing it on foot, and not having another kind of way to travel.

Her original walk had turned into something like a jog--Ballora would have been fully in a run, but with how deep the snow was turning out to be, doing so was a little difficult.

Wind and snow wouldn't stop throwing itself towards her. She could see just enough, but...

A howl caught the woman's attention--and for only a moment, did she freeze up--only before forcing herself to hurry forwards, shaking her head.

That didn't really result in anything different, however. As, just as Ballora was beginning to advance, a couple of wolves stepped into view, through all of the snow.

Ballora felt herself two slow step backs--but from behind, there was a growl. Just how many wolves happened to have found her, exactly?

"Oh, dear..." The woman muttered, eyes flickering around.

The wolves kept advancing, and Ballora found herself unable to move, except for a slight shake--but that wasn't because of the terrible cold.

The largest of the wolves--at least from what she could tell in this weather--lurched forwards with a growl--only for the animal's eyes to notice something right then.

From behind herself, Ballora heard three noises--all within a few seconds of each other--before anything else managed to come into her vision.

A growl, a distressed whine, and then a thud.

Having leapt out from behind her, the rabbit monster reached, and grabbed ahold of the larger wolf, before simply tossing it aside with a huff.

In that moment, he had been standing upright--only for Ballora to find the rabbit thing surrounding her--protectively--as he lowered himself onto all fours.

"Well, sir..." Ballora murmured, in a sort of tone that suggested she was appreciating the assist.

If Springtrap heard her, he didn't look back--his eyes only focused on the remaining wolves. He bolted forwards.

The rest of it was a bit of a blur to the woman--part of the reason that it was still hard to see quite a lot to begin with. But, once everything was finished...

The wolves were gone, leaving only her and Springtrap. Raising back up, the woman squinted--only just managing to catch his rather still form, before he collapsed.

Forcing her way through the rest of the snow, she reached his side. She caught sight of some rather horrible looking wounds. It seemed that the wolves had caused some damage.

For a long moment, Ballora only stood there in complete silence, her eyes narrowed--like she was deep in thought, and thinking so much over.

When it finally passed, Ballora knelt down. "Well... let's get you back, yeah?"

-

In which the both of them deal with snow and wolves- I tried.

<Incorrect-FNaF-Quotes

Pretty good attempt! Granted, I’m also not sure what would make her want to head out when there’s wolves around.

I might keep the idea that she can’t see the Phantoms, but she can definitely hear them. If you don’t mind, that is.

[whoknows-anymore28]

Here's my contribution to the fnaf anniversary:

(Ik im not really in the fandom but I felt like I kinda had to do smth, you know?)

Thank you to @alexthesillybilly for the concept, and @liquid-geodes for the idea of blind Springtrap!!

First two chapters are under the cut

It was another day.... was it? Lord knows he's lost all sense of time at this point. He's... awake and that's about all he knows. He can't stand yet. Perhaps in an hour or so he'll try.

He can't see- hasn't been able to for some time. It doesn't matter though. The room is still dark. There is no noise save for his own raspy breath and the faint drip-dropping of water from the moldy ceilings.

Just another day.

He- for lack of better word- thinks to himself. What else can he do? He simply ruminates. About his regrets and mistakes, about his friends and family. It is lonely, but what else can he do?

After all, it's just another day.

He hears a noise. A new noise. A different noise. It is a prominent, thumping sound. It sounds an awful lot like footsteps.

Fear is the first sensation that blooms in his chest and he thinks of how irrational that is. He. William Afton. Sitting here. His body torn apart and rotting. Sitting in a pile of his own dried blood and other horrible things that used to be inside of him. Scared. Of footsteps.

He'd laugh if he had the willpower.

He's about to stop caring- about to name this whole scenario a freak accident until he hears the door to the room opening.

Opening.

The door to his prison has been opened and all he wants to do is to shut it. It's too hot, the light from the door. It's too much. He is pretty sure there is a man standing there. He sounds excited. Why?

William quickly discovers why.

The man is walking over to him. Walking. Walking. Step after step.

Get away, William wants to scream. Get away get away get away. I don't know you, why are you here? I don't want you here! what are you going to do to me? Can't you see I'm suffering- YOU'RE TOO CLOSE GET AWAY!

The man says something but William can't hear over the roaring crescendo of his own panic and the overwhelming urge to sob and scream and to fend off The Indtruder.

He can feel The Intruder right in front of him now. Too close. William thinks.

"What the hell happened to you?" The man- Intruder asks, tilting his head to the right. He light nudges William's side with his foot. "Oh man you're gunna look fantastic with the others." He says excitedly.

William wants to tell this man that he is a human being. He wants to tell him that he's here and he's awake and he's trapped but he can't. He wants to say so many things but he's unable to. Between his blinding terror and his torn vocal cords all verbal communication is practically obsolete.

So he sits there. His head pounding. His heart racing. The man reaches out and brushes a light hand against the outer layer of the costume.

William wants to scream.

The man reaches out and brushes a light hand against one of William's ribs.

William screams.

The man jumps back faster than a rabbit and stares at him in terror. "What the fuck?!" He screams at the robot. The man is trembling, terrified of what this monster is going to do to him. Of what this monster could do to him.

"Fucking voice box..." The Intruder mutters to himself.

Of course he thinks it's a voice box. Of course he does. William internally shuts his eyes, for he has no eyes. (They were ripped out of their sockets years ago.) There is no hope of getting out of here. Not with this man at least. He feels the man pet him on the head and hears him walk away.

And then there is quiet. Lovely, peaceful, familiar quiet.

The quiet, sadly, doesn't last long.

The next week there isn't just one man. There are four.

William hears them enter his room. Hears them talk about him. Hears them walk towards him. He feels the all too familiar jolt of panic in his chest again. And then he is being picked up.

He wants to kill them. Kill them all. Watch the life drown out of their eyes as he fashions a scarf around their nearly severed necks out of their own disembowled intestines. He wants to see them shriek in pain and agony because they are taking him away from his space.

In the back of his frantic mind he knows he should be grateful that he is at least getting out. But he isn't. He's scared.

Ch.2

He wakes up in a different room. This one is colder. He is also- for some unknown reason- standing upright. There is a sort of... beam or support bar that is keeping him standing. William can sense other objects beside him, though he can't tell what they are. He hears someone laugh. It is a child.

"Yeah, they said he got stuck in there, but obviously this isn't the actual guy."

The kids friend laughs. "That's fucking hilarious!" She says. "He actually got stuck? Did he die?"

"Nobody knows," says the first kid, "but probably."

William hears them walk away, and if he had eyes, he would be seeing bright, horrible, crimson red. His blood is rushing and all he can think is that his demise, his torture, is a joke. He wants to kill those kids. Maim them beyond repair- beyond recognition. He wants to see maggots fester in their disembowled caverns of a stomach. He wants to-

He hears other people walk by and at first he thinks he is on display, and then he knows he's on display. Why is he on display? His mind races as the panic replaces anger. He is being looked at, yet he can't see. He is being watched, yet can't gaze back in return. People are looking at him and he doesn't even know where he is.

"-Yeah, the attraction should be open in about a week." Says a man, cutting into William's frantic thoughts. The man is too close.

"-'Kay. Just keep your kids away from the animatronics 'till it is, alright? I wouldn't want them breaking something." A second man says. He has a vaguely southern accent and sounds mildly annoyed.

"Sure Bill, sure." The first man says.

"Good." Bill says, "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

"Alright." The other man says.

William hears both men leave and his fury is reignited at the thought of sharing a name with his jailers- with the people keeping him trapped in this horrific place. (Then again, it wasn't like he was exactly free sitting in a pile of dried blood in a dark abandoned pizzaria.)

God he hates his existence.

It is a few more hours before he hears something again. At this point he assumes it's around 11:00 or 12:00 o'clock.

He hears someone in a room a few halls down, it sounds like a man, and he is talking to himself. William can't make out what he's saying, but the voice sounds oddly familiar.

He hears someone familiar?

No.

That's impossible....

William moves his arm.

It hurts.

It hurts more than he has words to describe.

He moves his leg.

It hurts.

He unlatches himself from the support beam holding him up.

It hurts.

He takes a step forward before he can think about where he might be stepping. He falls off a short stage and crashes onto the ground.

A few stray spinglocks go off.

He hears himself give a pitiful cry. He can't help it. Everything hurts. Everything always hurts but this isn't stale, old pain, it's blinding. It is white hot, searing agony.

Yet he has a goal, and god be damned, he is a determined man.

He stands up, and that hurts too, but he grits his teeth and straightens his back.

He is standing now, and the fear of the unknown has returned. His breath quickens, and he hears it in rasps. It is a horrible sound, really, not unlike a balloon losing its air. This comparison does not help calm him down in the slightest.

He turns his head and it does nothing but hurt.

He can't see, touch, or taste, and his sense of smell is choked with his own blood.

Hearing is the most reliable.

So he walks slowly in the direction of the man's voice, his heart pounding because he doesn't know where the fuck he is.

He runs into something.

And then another thing.

And then another.

He doesn't know if he can cry anymore, but good lord if he can he ought to.

Inwardly; he is terrified. He doesn't know where he is, where he is going, or where he was originally. He is completely disoriented and his only alignment is the strangers voice that sounds vaguely familiar.

Outwardly; this is humiliating. He was a genius- still is a genius- and yet he is forced to stumble about, blindly running into things and cursing his own existence.

He is getting closer to the man, he can hear the mumbling getting louder. There is muttering... but there is also... heavy breathing? Like the man got jumpscared? And... sirens?

William walks faster now, yet his heart continues to pound in what is left of chest. He walks faster, but he wishes he didn't.

Eventually, his hand grazes against glass and he jumps. He can hear the man much better, and the man sounds terrified.

The man sounds very familiar now.

The man sounds like him.

The man sounds like Micheal.

And all of a sudden William is enveloped in a thick veil of terror as he processes the fact that his son is here. Why is his son here? He has to get closer.

He has to.

He keeps his hand against the glass and he nearly runs. He stumbles as the wall gives out to a doorway. He hears a gasp of terror and... it is undoubtably Micheal.

He walks toward the sound. He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a horrible sound. It is more of a shriek really.

He hears another shriek. It is not his.

Something hard and metal connects with his head and the last thing he hears is:

"What the fuck is that thing?"

I hope y'all enjoyed! Please let me know if you want more!