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First Time For Everything - Fanfic

It's been a HOT minute since I've written anything!!!!

Summary: Going to your first party, you start to realize this isn't quite your crowd so you go to Fazbear's Fright for some REAL fun.

Trigger Warnings: Murder, gore, a lot of gore, we get close and personal with corpses man..., porn with a lot of plot, mostly gender neutral, female genitalia, extorsion, knife play, organ play. Word count: 8,927

Full story: AO3 (Chapter 2 only posted on ao3)

You made a promise to yourself to try at least one college party, so what better than a costume party! It wasn’t quite your scene, but you gotta try everything at least once. To make matters worse, all of your actual friends said no to going. So, you settled on going with someone you barely knew who lived on your dorm floor. Barren could be fun but that was largely overshadowed by how annoying he was. The entire ride to the party Barren wouldn’t shut up about his exes. The price you pay for a free ride.

Barren was dressed as Thor, trying to show off his newly attained muscles. You decided to go as Ghost Face, complete with a bloodied knife as a prop. There was always something so fun about playing the masked killer.

The party was filled with shit music, people stumbling over one another, and couples blocking walkways by making out. After a few hours, you managed to snag a couple free shots here and there, building an evil concoction of different alcohols in your system.

You found Barren in the corner gossiping to a small group of people. He perked up when he saw you staring and waved you over. When you got close enough, he loudly ‘whispered’, “can you fucking beleive my ex is here with a new guy.” In all honesty, you weren’t shocked, luckily your unimpressed face was covered by the ghost face mask, “dude really? That’s horrible.”

“I wanna leave. We need a change of pace. You heard about that attraction based on Freddy’s down a couple blocks?”

NOW he had your interest, “yeahh?”

“We’re thinking of breaking in! It’ll be fuuunnn! Come onnn pleeease!” He shook you around.

“Don’t go begging, you had me at Freddy’s” you laughed, punching his hand off your shoulder.

Barren knew you were a bit of a Fazbear fangirl. The place shut down sometime in the early 90s. So, you weren’t old enough to go to the original Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza but the place enamoured you. The characters were so cute and the mystery murders made it even more interesting.

You crammed into Barren’s SUV with three other new people. Two girls, Dru (dressed as a black cat), Hailey (dressed in a tight angel costume) and one guy, Jay (who didn’t even bother to wear a costume).

When you sat in the car, the shots you took started to finally hit you. The car felt like it was floating as it zoomed towards Fazbear’s. Everyone trying to spook the other that the place was really haunted and the ghosts were gonna get y’aaall. It was a total gigglefest.

Barren pulled up behind Fazbear Frights. The building wasn’t anything special from the outside, so hopefully it would look like something on the inside.

“How the hell are we even going to get in there?” Jay asked as he got out of the car.

Your eyes scanned the perimeters before stopping, “There’s a window right there” You pointed at the medium sized window near the ground.

Everyone peeked in. You opted to go first despite the high drop. Your boots clacked hard against the floor, knees almost buckling from the impact. You dragged a nearby chair to the window and helped everyone else in. ‘Mighty’ Thor refused your help, slamming chest-first onto the floor because the chair rocked without someone holding it down.

You peaked around the corner, looking to see that there wasn't a guard that heard that. Leaning against the door frame, you peaked into the hallway but you were luckily met with noiseless dead air. The walls were covered in dirt and grime, decorated with a band of checkers that matched the checkered floor.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you were pushed into the hallway, “Thanks for the help.” Barren bitched. You felt so naked standing alone out in the open for some reason. This place was creepier than you expected. It’s probably the alcohol making it seem worse than what it is…

“Sucks to suck.” you flipped him a double bird jokingly. He punched your shoulder as payback.

It wasn’t too long into walking around until the group started to get loud again. You found yourself subconsciously staggering behind the group. Sparkling silver caught the corner of your eye. There was a room that veered in the opposite direction the group was heading with low hanging stars hanging from the ceiling. You snuck off, brushing your hand up, watching the stars sway back and forth. You were a little too tipsy because this was far too entertaining. You finally snapped out of it when you didn’t hear talking anymore. When you left the room, you were met with stagnant dead air. No footsteps, no voices, nothing. It was eerie. There’s no way you took that long. You followed through the halls, guessing where they turned until you heard light footsteps. Around the corner was Dru. “Where’d everyone else go?” you spoke up. Dru squeaked out a scream, covering her mouth in embarrassment. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! I don’t know where Jay went, but Barren and Hailey left to… you know.” she rolled her eyes.

“Groooss, thought he was too upset about his ex to do something like that.” you rolled your eyes. You didn’t care what he did, but it did feel a bit trashy.

She laughed at your comment before crossing her arms and looking around. “This place is creepy and weird, I don’t get why you guys wanted to come here.”

“Whaaat!?” You went over to the chica mask on the ground, picking it up. “I think this place is awesome, I wish they had a real animatronic though.”

“I thought they did?” she said as if it were a bad thing.

You quickly sat the mask back down, jumping back to standing up, “Really?! Have you seen it?”

“No, just… rumors I heard from a friend.”

“We should try to find it!” you sped down to the next hall.

“Wait!” Dru whined, rushing after you. She didn’t look all that thrilled to look for the mystery animatronic, but that’s her problem, not yours.

Eventually, you were faced with a half boarded up room. The boards were only at the top, making it easy to duck through to get into the room. Through the dim lighting, you saw it. A rotten green rabbit, sitting with its head hung low. You couldn’t place it, but something just felt uncanny about the thing. It made your hair stand on end. As if your body recognized something was wrong, but not you yourself. Against every survival instinct in your body screaming at you to run, you couldn’t help but get closer.

The mesh on your mask’s eyes made it hard to see in the light so you took your mask off, handing it to Dru.

“That thing reeks.” Dru said from afar, standing her ground at the door to keep distance from it.

You couldn’t find it in you to respond, agreeing only in your head as you got on your knees. Now eye to eye, you could really see how time had taken its toll on the animatronic. His maw had rotted upwards, exposing the metal ‘gums’ that held crooked, yellowing teeth. Wires stuck out from the holes that littered the suit. You lifted up the head, making it face you. There was a weight to it that made your stomach feel queasy. Dead weight. You carefully tilted his head to the side, looking at its weirdly purple-ish neck. Using your teeth, you took the glove off of your right hand, pressing your thumb against what you now recognized to be skin. Adrenaline flushed through your body, your half drunk mind swirling with horror but also morbid curiosity. The glove dropped from your mouth onto the ground as you stared in awe. It was only then that the stench hit you. It felt as though the rot infiltrated your senses. The room reeked of death.

“It’s a body.” you called back.

“What?” Dru laughed nervously.

You felt queasy, but you couldn’t help but push yourself further, dragging the pad of your thumb up the cold, leathery crook of its neck, “This is skin… There’s a body inside this suit”

“(Y/N), Stop fucking with me, this isn’t funny!”

“Do you want to feel for yourself?” you only realized how creepy you sounded after saying that.

“That’s disgusting, get away from it. It’s… probably just really realistic, high grade silicon or something, I don’t know. Just get back over here, everyone else is probably waiting for us.” Dru rattled on, her nerves obviously getting to her.

You drooped the head back down, about to get up when you heard something from inside the chest cavity. You don’t know what got into you but you moved before you could think. You pushed into the large gash in the chest. His skin was stretched thin over ribs. Overtop human ribs was a complimentary set of metal animatronic ribs, trapping the body in place. Then you realized your wrist was bending against an opposing weight. Up… down… up… down. Breathing. The thing was breathing. Despite the rot and decay: It breathed. Suddenly, your hand was snatched out, scraping your palm against the jagged metal. You hissed from the unexpected pain as Dru dragged you up. “Ow, what the hell?” you snapped.

“What do you mean, ‘what the hell’?! You were fist deep in that thing! We’re leaving!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the phrasing, “You make it sound so intimate,” you said scandalously.

“It LOOKED intimate. Stop being so fucking creepy. We’re leaving!” She dragged you out of the room by your wrist.

You stared at the animatronic until you were back in the hallway. Half of you wanted to protest, your brain in a state of unrest over the breathing. But the other half of you was just as unnerved, if it breathed, what if it moved.

You snatched your hand back to look at the wound, but still followed close behind Dru. It was only a minor scratch, but god knows what kind of shot you’re gonna have to get from exposing your blood to that thing.

On the way back, you both got lost. Everything looked the same, making the already unfamiliar terrain even more confusing to navigate. Eventually you both heard a thud. The both of you whipped your heads around like two deer in headlights. You listened silently, waiting for more to follow, but nothing did. That calmed your nerves a little, “something probably fell, this place is falling apart as is.” You reassured Dru. Despite that, you found yourself keeping a close eye behind you the rest of the time you two walked. Finally, you two found Barren and Hailey. They smelt like sex. You couldn’t tell if you were grossed out, or weirdly jealous. There really is something about fear that makes you horny. Not that you’d let anyone know that.

“While you two were fuckin, we found a corpse!” You so gracefully started conversation.

“Ha ha. Whatever.” Hailey rolled her eyes.

“No, they’re serious.” Dru shuddered.

You raised your eyebrows, “You said you didn’t believe me!”

Dru ignored your comment, “Freakshow over here was touching up on the dead body”

“HEY! Woah! In my defense, I thought it wasn’t real at first! You’re making it sound worse than what actually happened…” you tried to argue with her claim.

“Your hand was IN it.” Dru threw your ghost face mask at you.

You honestly forgot about the mask because you were so distracted. Picking it off the ground, you slipped it back on to hide the embarrassment on your face, “can we just find the other dude and get out” you scoffed.

“Was he not with you?” Barren pointed at Dru.

“He went off on his own, said he had to take a call. Then he was gone and… Y/N showed up after” Dru looked at you.

Everyone looked at you with a weirdly unsure face. Why were you suddenly the bad guy here!

“I didn’t see the guy!” you quickly shot back.

“I’ll look for him, you guys stay here.” Barren stated.

“Wow, so brave, going out on your own” you jabbed.

He rolled his eyes and left you with Dru and Hailey. A few minutes after Barren left, Hailey broke down crying saying she needed to have a ‘girl to girl’ talk. So, they pushed you out of the room into the hallway, again. From eavesdropping you gathered she felt gross about being a rebound for Barren. You felt bad but the crying was starting to be too much for you.

You say fuck it and started walking around again, maybe you’ll find Barren again. Not the smartest decision, but what else did you have to do. You started to keep track of landmarks to look for so you didn’t wander in circles again on your way back. Chica head on the ground, arcade room, utility shelf next to hanging wires.

Suddenly, your senses were overloaded with the smell of rot again. You whipped your head around, eyes darting to every direction, looking to see if It was there. Nothing.

You slowly turned back around and saw a light flash around the corner. Thank god. That was probably Barren or Jay. You rushed to the end of the hall, veering sharp to turn the corner. To your dismay, your eyes were met with the back of a hulking figure. It turned its head to face you but kept its body still. It felt as though its twisted smile grew wider. “There’s my clever detective!” His voice is gravely but lively. “I’ll give you ten seconds to guess what happened to your little friend” a squelching thud followed his statement as he turned to fully face you. Beyond the animatronic was Barren lying motionless on the floor. You looked up and down his body for any trace of life to no avail. His body didn’t budge, his chest didn’t rise.

He was dead.

You stumbled backwards, legs feeling like jelly underneath your weight. Your body moved before you could think. Before you knew it, you were bolting the opposite way down the hallway.

“I LOVE it when they run!” His laugh echoed behind you.

His footsteps were starting to sound too close. You scanned the hallway, landing on the utility shelf next just a few steps ahead. You dragged the utility shelf down, tripping him in his path. He yelled like he was throwing a temper tantrum. In a quick glance you saw him toppled over the shelf amongst everything that had scattered along the floor with it.

“I didn’t know we were playing dirty.” He didn’t sound so happy now.

“You should watch where you’re going!” and you should learn when to shut up.

You rounded the corner and ran into one of the side rooms. There was a vent in the bottom corner away from the door. Bingo! You took the knife out of the holster on your belt and pried the vent gate off. By an insane stroke of luck, it was loosely bolted. You wish you had time to put the gate back on, but the sound footsteps closing in made you move with urgency. The cloak kept tangling at your legs, slowing you down as you crawled through the vents. Despite the setback, you moved quickly, making sure to listen on if he was following your tail. But it was quiet.

You were soon faced with another vent gate leading to an arcade room. You scanned the room for any movement or sound. Quietly, you pushed the gate open. Half of your body was out of the gate before the hood of your costume was grabbed. You choked against the hoodie.

“Upsie Daisies!” He giggled before grabbing you by the chest to slam you into the wall. All the wind knocked out of you, making you flail against his harsh grasp.

He grabbed your face with his free hand, squeezing your cheeks through your mask, “You gave QUITE a fun chase. I don’t find that often anymore.”

You stared wide eyed. Begging for your life would probably only prompt him to kill you faster, but you were too scared shitless to think of some stupid quip to prolong the short time you probably had. If only you listened to your actual friends telling you to not party tonight. The white of his eyes bore into you like blinding flashlights in the darkness. If only you had stayed out like Barren said. The lights of his eyes dragged up and down your figure before widening.

“What is thiiiiiiis?” he sung, dragging his free hand down to your belt, unsheathing the knife from your holster. You struggled against him, desperate to get away. If only you hadn’t decided on using a real knife as a prop. But which is worse, being bludgeoned or being stabbed? Tears welled up in your eyes, as you started to hyperventilate. You couldn’t stomach thinking about the answer to either of those questions.

He trailed the tip of the knife up to the chin of your mask,“Don’t be so selfish.” The knife tip dug hard enough to feel it against your actual flesh, but not enough to cut. “this isn’t for you.”

his eyes switched from the blade to you, “Do you like playing games, (Y/N)?”

Your breath hitched when he said your name. You were spooked on how he knew it until you remembered when Dru said it when you first saw him. “Oh, so you get to know my name but I don’t get to know yours.”

“Aren’t you curious as always, Detective? It’s Springtrap. Now don’t make me ask again. Do you like playing games?”

“I used to like tag, but I think you can see I'm not so good at that.” you dryly joked.

A horrid scratchy laugh erupted from him. It sounded like he had been chain smoking for 50 years. His laughter finally died down and he spoke, “I want you to lure your friends to me. I don’t care how you do it, just don’t let them know I’m there.”

They weren’t your friends, but you can’t just lead them to die like that. “That’s a pretty fucked up game.” you grimaced.

“Are you in?” He pushed you harder into the wall. It was starting to get harder for you to breathe.

“Do I get anything in return? Normally, winners get a prize when you play the game right, am I wrong?” you were being far too ballsy asking all these questions but he’s not going to kill you just yet… right?

His eyelids widden, “What kind of prize do you think you deserve?” he taunted, humoring your request.

“Their lives for mine: Three for one seems pretty fair to me.”

Springtrap looks up, cocking his head to the side and tapping the knife against his chin to cartoonishly thinking it over, “That’s if you succeed” he points the knife at you.

You’re insulted by how little he thinks of your abilities, “You don’t think I will?”

“Show me you can.” suddenly pulling away, letting you drop to the floor. If not to embarrass yourself further, your knees buckle, causing you to fall fully onto the floor. Had it not been for the mask, you probably would’ve had a bloody nose from the impact. Quickly, you scramble up, shoulder checking Springtrap as you walk ahead.

“You have a lot of nerve for someone who just fell flat on their face.”

It pissed you off that this psycho was kind of funny.

As you trailed through the halls, Springtrap kept himself uncomfortably close to you.

You stopped abruptly, making Springtrap knock into you. “You’re practically on my ass. If you keep trailing so close behind me, your plan won't work out all that well.” you snap back.

He stares at you wordlessly. You feel your heart drop to your ass, you didn’t go too far with that comment did you? After staring unmoving for a minute, you started walking again, trying to ignore the daggers he was glaring into the back of your head.

Each step you took was light, trying to listen for any voices in the halls. Occasionally a few light thuds would follow behind you, signalling that thing was still trailing you. You were trying to walk slowly. There had to be something you could do that didn’t lead to everyone dying. You could try to make a break for it. No. With as fast as he runs, you wouldn’t get very far. It wouldn’t be easy to squeeze into that window either because of how high it was from the ground. You guys really didn’t think about the ‘getting out’ part that well. Maybe you could sacrifice one person and tell them to run the other way so you and everyone else can get out. But he’d probably catch on quick. That would leaves even less of a chance of you surviving because you double crossed him. He’d probably make sure your death was the most gruesome.

Two familiar voices kept you from dwelling on your thoughts any longer. Dru and Hailey. Two in one is an unfortunate end. ‘At least they’ll have each other, it’s better not to die alone’ you ration with yourself. It was gross how quickly you had already accepted this. But did he give you any other chances? There wasn’t any other option. Is it not better if one person survives instead of none? They’d do the same thing in your position. You were just lucky enough to be given this opportunity. Yeah that's what you tell yourself, ‘Lucky’. You looked back at your captor, peeking around the corner. You shook your head to clear the racing thoughts. The girls’ voices were stationary, deep into some sort of conversation. ‘Their last conversation,’ your brain reminded you. Your stomach felt as if it were twisting into knots. Without looking back at Springtrap, you put your hand out behind you, motioning for Springtrap to stay put.

You took your mask off to see better, peaking over the corner again. Hailey is still wiping tears from her face. Despite her tears she smiles at Dru, giving her a hug. You look back at the animatronic peaking about a yard behind you. His cold silver eyes staring at you expectantly. You wave for him to get behind the wall he’s peeking over. He follows without complaint, hiding himself in the shadows. You lean your head against the wall, trying to calm yourself in the hell you found yourself in. It’s their life or yours. You slid the mask back on. The mask made it feel less real, a cheap trick to make you feel immune to your actions.

You turn the corner, “God, am I glad to see you guys. Jay was trapped underneath this huge pipe, I got it off him but he can’t walk. Can you help me walk him back?” you motioned for them to follow you.

Dru gasped, “Oh my god, does it look bad?”

“It definitely doesn’t look pretty.” It was sickening how easy these lies came to you.

But your plan worked, the girls were walking close behind you. Anxiety rushed through you, knowing each step you took was a step closer to their deaths.

A kid’s laughter sounds from the next hall over. Following the noise were loud creaks. Was Springtrap walking away from you guys? ‘What the hell was he DOING?’ you screamed in your head. He was fucking everything up.

“What the hell was that?” Hailey held onto your shoulder.

“Probably another pipe trying to fall. But the kid… I have no idea.” you looked around until you spotted the camera with the red dot. Oh how screwed could you possibly be. Someone was watching you.

“We should hurry before anything else falls down on us too.” convincing them to walk with more haste.

The noise sounded again. A pit was forming in your stomach as you heard the animatronics footsteps grow farther. It was then that you realized the cameras must be what the noise is coming from. Hailey follows your line of sight, obviously making the same conclusion.

“Ugh, it’s probably just Barren in the office dicking around. He’s probably trying to scare us” Hailey said. “He can never take anything seriously.” she grumbled.

“Maybe we should say hello” you threw a rock at the camera. And right on the money, you hit the first shot. The red light goes out, you must've disabled the camera.

“HAHA, OMG, ME NEXT!” Hailey runs for the rock, running into the shadowy hall alone to find the next camera.

You’re quick to run after her, not expecting her to leave the two of you in the dust. If she sees the animatronic and screams, Dru will try to run off.

But to your surprise, the hall is empty. Hailey hit the camera, flipping it off as if it were still active.

Hailey looks back at you and Dru, laughing. You could seldom enjoy the moment before you saw the animatronic lunge out from the shadows. He grabs a fistful of her long hair, pulling her into the knife. Dru screamed. It was unreal. The knife went impaled clean through Hailey. The knife must’ve pierced her lungs because she let out this horrible gurgled cry. From the next hall down was another child’s laugh, making the animatronic veer its head mechanically. His hand released and she slid off the knife, plopping to the floor. Springtrap walked limp like a zombie towards the noise. You felt a gush of wind rush over you as Dru ran past away from you. She was getting away. If she gets away you lose. You lose? You die.

You felt like the metaphorical fire under your ass just turned up to 1000 degrees. You booked it towards the sound, jumping to the camera and ripping it straight from the wall. You were fuming. Springtrap locked eyes with you and you pointed where Dru had run off. “WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!” You screamed. Springtrap didn’t think twice before pulling a 180 and darting towards Dru. You listened without following. The child laughter audio sounded behind you, as if it was taunting you. Faintly, you could hear Dru scream and cry as she ran. When the rushed footsteps stopped, she cried even louder, crying out for you to help her. The children’s laughter cut through her screams. You couldn’t help her. You walked to the next camera down, ripping the camera down. Wires shocked at your wrist. Without the camera’s playing the audio, it was quiet. Silence had never felt so loud. Two down, one to go.

Realizing you still gripped the camera in your hand, you let it drop to the floor. Springtrap slugged around the corner. Your chest heaved with anger at how he held no emotion. This already wasn’t easy for you, and he was just rubbing salt in the wound– probably relishing in watching you struggle.

“Are you trying to sabotage me?” you looked at him with disbelief.

“Watch your fucking tone when you talk to me.” He yelled. That happy-go-lucky attitude he had before was completely gone. He slapped at his suit. The metal clang made your ears ring, “This suit is wired to follow those noises. So *I* am NOT to blame.” His hands trembled with rage, the knife dripping blood as it shook around.

It was then that you realized you were given a way out. You were too focused on his stupid fucking game to realize that you could’ve ran away. Dru and Hailey didn’t have to die. You were given a ‘get out of jail free’ card and instead of taking it, you chose to rip that opportunity to shreds.

But it's no use dwelling on ‘what ifs’ now. You had to de-escalate things. He was a loose wire and you do not want to be on the receiving end of this temper tantrum.

You throw your hands up in surrender, “Ok. ok. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.” You waited for him to respond, but he just stood there. You tried to think of something to fill the silence, landing your eyes on the broken camera on the ground, “I think Jay is in the office. I haven’t seen him since we first got here. It’s got to be him”

Suddenly, your heart drops to your ass, “Shit! He might've called the cops by now. I didn’t… think of that.” you grabbed the phone out of your pocket. The phone has no service. The only good thing to happen to you all night. That’s probably why Barren didn’t just call Jay when you guys couldn’t find him.

You sighed in relief, falling against the wall behind you, “Oh thank god.” you practically moaned, hugging your phone tightly to your chest.

The moment of joy was ruined when you looked back at Springtrap. He was still standing there like a statue. Staring.

You walked past him, making a b-line to the office. By the time you got there, Jay was no longer in the office. He was smart enough to know it was no longer safe. You rushed to the cameras, flipping to try to find where he was. You prayed he didn’t somehow make it out. If he got out before you, you would surely become his replacement kill. Fear began to overwhelm you. Your hands started to shake, making it harder to flip through the cameras. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. He could be all the way at the end of the building right now. He could’ve completely left by now. Your chest started to heave again as you panicked. There’s no way you could catch up to him.

“NO, NO PLEASE” a man screamed from afar. Springtrap found Jay.

You fell to your knees, “Thank you, thank you, thank you” you breathed prayers to whatever above was watching over you. Jay’s screams rattled through your thank yous but you couldn’t feel the guilt anymore. You could taste the freedom and it tasted so. good.

However, your moment of solace was cut short. “Get up.” Springtrap spoke dryly.

You whipped around to face Springtrap holding Jay by the scruff of the neck. Jay’s legs swung limply, ankles bent in unnatural angles. Despite his heavily injured legs, Jay thrashed as much as he could in Springtrap’s grasp. Springtrap sat Jay at the office desk, holding him in place so he didn’t fall over. Jay’s body shook violently. Tears strung down his beat red face as he tried to fight back his cries of pain. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU’RE FUCKING SICK” He screamed at you. Springtrap’s hand covered Jay’s mouth to muffle him.

Springtrap faked a shocked reaction to Jay’s words “Are you just going to let him talk to you like that?”

You’re not entertaining this, “I played your ‘game’. I did what you asked. What more do you WANT?” you pleaded

Your eyes trailed from Jay to the animatronic. He was plotting something and you knew it. The kill was right there and he wasn’t taking it.

Springtrap held the knife out to you, “The game’s not over yet. It’s your job to finish, but please… take your time.”

You shook your head, “no… you can’t be serious” you backed away. Your eyes met with Jay. HIs eyes were wild with fear. Jay’s life was now on a timespan that only you controlled.

“Is that your final decision?” he slowly pulled the knife in on Jay’s neck, only giving you seconds to make up your mind. “NO.” you ran back, grabbing Springtrap’s hand to pull the knife away from Jay’s neck.

“This wasn’t part of your fucking game!” Your hands shook trying to pull the knife away from Jay’s neck.

“The fun part about this game is: only I make the rules. And I’ve decided to change them.”

What a conniving little cheater. He just didn’t want to see you win. How long was he going to keep you in this loop? How much more desperate must you get to make it out of this alive?

“I’ll do it. I’ll kill him.” you promised. Springtrap stopped fighting against you, placing the knife almost tenderly into your palm. Springtrap rolled Jay to face you completely. Jay struggled to fight out of Springtrap's grip to no avail. You felt a dull pang of pity. You had so narrowly been in this position. You’d since learned once he had someone, there was no getting out.

You eyed him up and down, staring at what you should go for first, what would please springtrap the most. One wrong move– kill him too quick– and you were next. He’d probably show you what a slow kill was REALLY like if you played your cards wrong. You needed to be creative about this. You needed to entertain.

It’s like he could tell the exact moment you were about to strike. Springtrap put his hand out to stop you, “Ah-ah-aaahhh.” He wagged his index finger disappointedly.

“What now?”

“The mask”

“Huh?”

“Take off the mask. I want to see your face while you do this”

This mask felt like the last bit of dignity you had left. Somehow it felt like a line between you and your actions. But Springtrap knew that, and he was taking that away from you.

You slid the mask off, dropping it to the ground. You were fully in it now, forced to face reality.

“There’s that pretty face. No more hiding now” he cooed.

Your eye twitched in disgust but your body reacted differently. Your cheeks felt hot at the stupid comment.

Your first move was grabbing his one free flailing arm, kicking your knee opposite of the elbow’s direction. The elbow bent back unnaturally with a sickening pop sound. Jay thrashed around, slamming his head into the back of the chair.

Now came the harder part. You were always squeamish to blood. You hated the sight of it, it made you unbearably anxious. You plopped onto Jay’s lap to keep him from kicking at you. What you unfortunately forgot was that this already compromising position led your costume to get in the way, forcing you to hike the costume cloak up just before your underwear. You kept your head down, daring not to look up at either of them. You could tell Springtrap was eyeing you up because the lights of his eyes shined up and down your newly exposed thighs.

You caught the light with the glimmer of your knife, forcing his attention elsewhere. Your hand trembled uncontrollably as you traced Jay’s thigh. Finally, you dared to look back up at Springtrap– meeting his piercing gaze. His internal servos whirred loudly as he stared in anticipation. His ragged breath had grown unsteady.

You bit your lip. This was disgusting. But he looked at you with such desperation. You were drunk off this cheap sense of power you had over your captor.

“How deep?” you realized how… oddly sexual this situation was starting to grow but you were too far gone now.

His breath skips, “I'm sorry?”

“How deep do you want me to go?”

He stares at you wide eyed, jaw agape.

The tip of the knife pierced lightly into his thigh, “tell me when”

Jay’s screams started to feel like white noise to you as you stared into Springtrap��s eyes.

“You’re sick.” He stated the insult as if it were a compliment. He glanced down at the knife that was now all the way in Jay’s thigh. “When.”

You slid the knife out, blood bubbled out of the wound. Your stomach was doing full loopty loops. You failed to keep a brave face, hand shooting to cover your mouth while you dry heaved. You leaned your head into Jay’s shoulder. His body shook so violently against you. You couldn’t look at him. It was too much. You couldn’t do this.

Something made a sickening pop underneath you. You peaked to see Springtrap dislocated Jay’s other arm. Springtrap’s rough hand grabbed at your face, forcing you to look at him. “Have you not done this before?”

“Am I that obvious?”

He let out a low chuckle, “Don’t be so harsh, you’ve far exceeded my expectations.” he patted your cheek. You couldn’t feel more disgusted in yourself. You melted into his palm like a cheap whore. You needed the comfort to get you through this and you were relishing whatever scraps he gave you.

Despite your wants, you dragged your head away from his hand, sitting back upright. You dragged the knife to the other thigh, circling the knife this time instead of going right in– pressing the tip of the knife just enough to not cut skin.

Springtrap watched in anticipation, “You’re such a tease.”

“You told me to take my time.” you replied back smugly.

“Smart ass.”

“Tell me when” again you stare into his eyes, watching for his reaction. You try your best to focus on Springtrap instead of the gore. It wasn’t easy to read what exactly he was feeling, but you had his full attention. “When.” He didn’t even look up at you when he said it. Morbid curiosity nagged at you to look down but you refused to give in. You slid the knife out slowly, ignoring the nasty squelch when air seeped into the wound.

You drove the knife up against Jay’s shirt and hooking it against the collar. The knife sliced through his shirt like butter.

His chest rose up and down in panicked breaths. He was so alive. Guilt began to claw at your psyche again as your consciousness was starting to catch up with what was happening. You couldn’t do it anymore, you pressed the knife hard against what you guessed was where the heart was, looking at Springtrap praying for the approval to put this poor man out of his misery.

Springtrap grabbed your wrist, guiding the knife up to Jay’s throat. “One quick slice, you think you can do that?” he coddled in a patronizing tone.

You closed your eyes, winding the knife. Warmth splattered across your face. Your clothes were drenched and your face felt itchy from blood rolling down.

Springtrap shook you and laughed, “I didn’t think you’d cut so deep! You’re a heavy handed killer.”

You looked up at Springtrap, desperately trying not to look at the dead corpse under you. He picked you up like it was nothing, dropping your ass onto the desk.

“Red is a beautiful color on you.”

“You’ve been awfully sweet all of a sudden.” you wince.

“Because you did so well! Do you think you don’t deserve it?” His tone was sickeningly sweet. This was too cushy for him. This all felt too good to be true. Suddenly he swiped the knife out from your hand in one quick motion. There it was. Always a catch. After all your efforts in playing this stupid fucking game, there’s still a catch. Your heart sank, only imagining what he was planning next.

You let out a tired and defeated laugh, staring down at the ground, “there is no winning for me, is there?” you nearly sobbed

“I really liked the new game you came up with.” He hiked your costume back up, exposing your underwear. The tip of the knife was dangerously close to your privates, threatening to pierce the fabric as it trailed up. “And I think, I want to play again.”

Your eyed widen, whipping your head back to look at springtrap. The knife prodded gently at your waistband. It was uncanny. Despite his twitching, his hands moved with expertise. This violent murderous beast was being so delicate. He pulled up at your waistband, the knife blade threatening to split fabric. “Don’t you?”

Was this worth the trouble at this point? Your eyes darted back and forth from the bush peeking out of your underwear to Springtrap’s expecting but patient gaze. You had gotten so far and it was never enough for him. Was there any satisfying him? Did his wants matter to you anymore? Maybe you deserved to let loose. You just witnessed three murders, and were forced to commit the fourth murder yourself. A winner deserves a prize do they not?

You shook your head yes. With your ok, he was quick to slice your underwear in half.

The waft of air felt agonizingly cold. You were suddenly very aware of everything you felt. The blood that sat on your face started to make your skin feel itchy and dry. Your stomach felt queasy with unease. Your breathing was sporadic. Your legs clamped shut, tucking your boots in front of your privates.

“You killed a man, and this is where you falter?” Springtrap tilted his head. His tone was more curious than antagonizing.

“This is all… new to me.” you regrettably admitted.

Springtrap perked up, “Two firsts in one day? I’ve made quite the impression!” He caressed his hand up and down the side of your thigh, “We’ll go slow again.”

This was far too comforting. It helped a lot, but it was still strange coming from him. His coddling made you feel weak. It made you sick to your stomach.

You opened your legs. When you dared to look back at Springtrap, he held the knife from the blade’s end, circling your hole with the handle. The wetness made his prodding sound embarrassingly loud.

“I got you all worked up didn’t I?” it felt as if his twisted grin somehow grew wider.

You were unable to quip back at him, covering your flushed face to look away. You really wish you could take another shot about now.

Springtrap leaned in too close for comfort, pressing himself against you. He grabbed one of your wrists, pinning it above your head, “Don’t think you can hide from me now.” he teased. His face was too close. Too intimate. You felt too vulnerable.

Springtrap suddenly got back up and stabbed the knife far too close to comfort into the table. You squeaked out a scream. Your hand shot to cover your mouth as your eyes widened, realizing that was the first time you had screamed after everything that had happened to you. It was just so quick! You thought he was actually going to do it this time.

He perked up, staring at you with equally wide eyes before laughing. “Where has that pretty voice been hiding?” he waited for an answer but you didn’t respond. “Well, I better be hearing a lot of that soon.” he squeezed your thigh before busying his hands with something else.

Watching him wrestle with the waist of his suit, you heard a multitude of clicking noises. Springtrap slammed his hand into the table, wincing in what seemed to be pain as he ripped the front panel off. He could feel pain? He could feel? It seemed like a silly revelation, but it only hit you now that he was long dead, was he not? The loud clank of metal on the floor didn’t even phase you because what you saw was… unreal. What hid behind that metal plate was a grotesque intestine-looking phallic thing. The base was a twisting of bloated flesh with stray wires tangled within the knots. It twitched, somehow drooling with what you could only assume was precum. You’re not sure what you expected, but it wasn’t that.

You could now see more of the corpse trapped underneath the suit. The skin was mummified to a dull purple-ish red. Holes bore into his waistline and thighs in a mechanical pattern.

You couldn’t even tell what emotion your face held when you looked up at him. “I know this is my first… but I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that. You should really get that checked out.”

Springtrap pressed the base against your clit. Your legs quivered at the pressure. “Then be my guest, doctor.”

What more did you have to lose? He’d dragged you so low, how much lower can you possibly go? You took it in your hand, squeezing it lightly. Springtrap groaned. It wasn’t huge, but it was daunting. You squeezed again to elicit another reaction, this time you weren’t as gentle. It was nice to have him at your mercy for once. He rutted the base against you making you let out a grossly desperate whine.

You sat up, getting closer to him. You slid your hand down the shaft and traced up to his torso where the deep wounds from where the suit had plunged into his body. “How much of this do you actually feel?” you pressed your thumb against the wound.

Springtrap’s head twitched, sucking in a sharp breath. “Enough for it to hurt.” he grumbled.

You were quick to draw your hand away from him after that comment. He didn’t protest but you could tell he was pissy you weren’t touching on him. God, he was so needy. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, plunging your hand into the hole in his chest plate. You wiggled your fingers through the ribs, feeling straight to his organs.

“There’s something really wrong with you” he tried to joke, but his laugh was winded. His body twitched and shook, overwhelmed by your touch without you having to do much.

“How rich coming from you.”

“It’s worse coming from me. You should be ashamed of yourself.” he was trying so hard to tear you down. You couldn’t deny that you did feel ashamed. You were entirely grossed out by yourself. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction though.

“But you like it, don't you?” you stated as a matter of fact rather than a question.

All he could do was let out a grumble. He pressed himself harder against you, grinding hard into your clit. He slid the head far too close to going into you. You felt his heart beating fast. The heart pressed hard into your trembling hand.

“Your heart beats, but your skin is so cold. How weird.” you said out loud to yourself. He was so strange. You couldn’t help being just as curious about him as you were when you first saw him. What else is there for you to do at this point?

“How?” you couldn’t figure out a better way to articulate the question. There was too much to ask.

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Springtrap grabbed your wrist, yanking it out of his chest cavity. Oh, shit. Did you do too much? He slams you back onto the table, knocking the wind out of you. You hack and cough, trying to catch your breath but the firm hand placed against your chest was making it even harder to breathe.

“Tell me when.” he stares daggers into you.

“huh?-” you squeak out in shock before he slams into you. Despite his hand pushing you down, your back arches up. You exhaled in a whine. The stretch was too much when going from nothing to all in. It felt like you were being stuffed. Your legs subconsciously pressed hard against Springtrap’s waist. His skin felt searingly cold against your thighs. His hips slamming into you, the fullness, the gross wet slapping noises, it was overwhelming.

“You can give me more of a reaction than thaaat” he cocking his head to the side.

He grinded with a brutish pace into you. You babbled curses through mewls and moans. You tried desperately to pry his hand off of your chest, digging your nails into the remains of his tattered flesh. Pain slowly turned to pleasure as you got used to the size.

The lack of oxygen was making you feel dizzy. You looked up at him through hazy eyes. God... he was so big. His hand almost covered your whole chest. Your hands looked so small against his forearm. The light behind Springtrap made it look like he was towering over. The light from his pupils felt like a spotlight illuminating you from his shadow. But despite his hulking figure, he shook with such intensity. The twitches and tremors gave away that to an extent, he was weak. You laugh.

“Something funny?” he leans his face close to yours.

“You’re shaking.”

He snaked the hand that pressed against your chest, rubbing his thumb hard against your clit. The noises you let out were beyond pornographic. “Speak for yourself.”

Your stomach twisted with pleasure. God. No. Not now. Your body convulsed, cumming hard. You whined a slew of swears at him, punching weakly against Springtrap’s chest. Your brain felt foggy, as he thrusted through your climax.

Springtrap’s fingers stumbled, working on something out of the joint in his jaw. After something in the jaw clicked, he lunged down to your face. His lips were the same cold, leathery texture but you didn’t have it in you to care. You clawed at the sides of the rabbit’s mask, trying to steady the kiss but it was sloppy, moaning into each other’s mouths– drool rolling down the corner of your mouth. He still kept his thrusts painfully rough through the kiss. As overwhelmed as you were, you were starting to like how rough he was. You liked how the metal that jutted from his rotten suit pushed enough into your skin enough to hurt but not cut. Springtrap’s hands started to roam to every inch of your body, caressing up and down. It made your stomach twist with butterflies knowing how badly he wanted you. His movements were frantic, rough, and desperate. You slap against the back of his neck and he lifted just slightly off you. Your head rolled back as you gasped for air, catching your breath from the kiss.

Springtrap nuzzled into the nape of your neck, “You really know how to make a dead man feel alive.” he purred. His hand snaked back down to roll lazily around your clit.

“You don’t feel all that dead” you moaned.

He laughs fondly, “you flatter me.”

“You like that? You like hearing how good you make me feel?” you slither your hands into the holes in his back. Dead skin piled underneath your nails as you clawed into him.

Springtrap groaned loudly. That must’ve really riled him up.

You could feel your insides start to flutter again, squeezing him into you. The second climax hit less like a wave and more like a bus. Your clit started to hurt from the pleasure. “Fuck, it’s too much. It feels too good.” you whined.

“One more” he begged.

You shook your head no. Your chest started to feel tight.

His thumb caressed your jaw, “I know you can. You’ve gotten so far, don’t give up on me now.” He was so genuine and condescending at the same time. You hated that you liked it. You whined. His pace was getting messy but your patience was running thin. Your senses felt shot but sensitive at the same time. Your throat closed up on you and hot tears started to stream down your face. Sobs left your mouth involuntarily. Springtrap lifted himself off of you, pulling out. Pleasure shot through you, arching your back like a whore. You peeped through watery eyes– Springtrap looked at you curiously.

You slammed your hand against the table, “Did I fucking say ‘When’?”

He laughed at your audacity, “You’re too cocky for your own good.”

“You underestimate my abilities.”

With that, he slammed back in. Your body arched again. Maybe you overestimated. His thrusts were sporadic, chasing for his own high. Can he even cum? How does that work?

“Say my name.”

He just loved when you stroked that fat ego of his. You didn’t have the sense in you to jab him for it anymore, “Springtrap” it came out like a cry.

His hand struck hard against your ass, “That’s what I like to hear.”

“You talk all this talk but look at you now. I wish you could see yourself.” You immediately regretted giving into him without a fight, you forgot he could be such a dick. That’s when Springtrap perked up, “Actually!”

He yanked the knife out of the table, wiping the blood on your costume. He held the knife a few inches from your face. You could faintly see your reflection. Your face was flushed, puffy from crying, the blood from Jay had since dried onto your face.

“Such a pretty face” he nagged, licking the tears from your face.

“Delicious” he purred. All you could manage out was a defiant groan.

He grinded hard into you, grabbing your hips as if he was trying to somehow bury himself even deeper. Your mind was too hazed at this point, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You breathed his name out again and again like a mantra. You felt something pool into you, followed by Springtrap’s loud animalistic groans. Your eyes fluttered open, trying to see what was going on. Springtrap pulled his head back to look back at you, knife still in hand. You were too cumbrained to think at this point. Your arms shot out with grabby hands, motioning to him for an embrace. Shockingly, he nuzzled into you without any protest. The moment he settled into the hug, everything went black.

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