(!) Heads up, sweetheart! (!) This chapter contains: Swearing Some gore You have been warned <3 (Also, thats my art up there)
Springtrap had found an old children's book, probably left behind by some screaming tantrum-throwing toddler. He opened the book, sitting in (Y/N)'s office chair. He started to hum an old tune that he used to perform to, his glitchy voice messing up the melody. Fazbear's Fright was closed today, hence why Springtrap wasn't in his usual spot. "Oh, hey Springtrap," (Y/N) says, walking in. "H-Hel-lo." Springtrap replies, not looking up from his book. "You're voice has gotten less glitchy," (Y/N) comments, sitting down on the long table. (Y/N) ran his fingers through his (H/C, H/L) hair. Springtrap put his book down, bored of the childish pictures and words. "How was your book?" (Y/N) asks, trying to start up a conversation. "C-co-olrful." Springtrap says with a hint of disgust. (Y/N) laughs. "You say that like it's a bad thing," (Y/N) teases. "I l-l-like dar-dark col-ors." Springtrap grumbles, scowling at the children's book. "I like (F/C)." (Y/N) offers, shrugging. Springtrap nods. "Th-thats an o-o-k col-color." He replies, staring at (Y/N). His stormy gray hues boring deep into (Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes. (Y/N) squirms a bit, looking away after a long moment. "Y-You kno-w, y-you're t-the on-ly on-one who e-even rem-motely l-l-looks g-goo-d in th-that uniform," Springtrap says, getting up, his joints popping. "Oh- Thanks," (Y/N) says, pink lightly dusting his cheeks. "I think it looks kinda weird on me," "It d-do-doesn't." Springtrap says, smiling. (Y/N) finds himself smiling back at the animatronic. "(Y/N)! Are you ok?" A man yells from the doorway, looking terrified. "W-Who is th-at?" Springtrap growls, looking extremely annoyed. The growl that came deep from Springtrap slightly frightened (Y/N), for he had never heard Springtrap growl before. "I-I'm fine, Paul." (Y/N) says, twiddling his fingers. "No, you're not, you're literally trapped in a room with a murderous robot!" Paul exclaims, keeping his distance from Springtrap. "He'd never hurt me," (Y/N) says, though a bit unsure. Springtrap rolls his eyes when Paul suddenly lunges at Springtrap, almost knocking him down. "Fucking run, (Y/N)!" Paul screams as Springtrap slams him into the ground. (Y/N) suddenly takes off down the hallway, ducking into the kitchen and hiding. Springtrap pins him down, not intending to kill him when it suddenly hits him. He wants Paul to suffer. He wants Paul to die. Slowly and painfully as he rips off Paul's every single limb. Springtrap suddenly smiles, bloodlust clouding his eyes. Something suddenly takes total control of him, pushing Springtrap back deep until he could only see what was happening. He watched as he ripped Paul's arm right out of its socket, Paul shrieking loudly as blood pours out of his shoulder and dismembered arm. A human-like laugh comes out of Springtrap as he rips out Paul's other arm, watching as Paul groans in pain, already dying from blood-loss. "O-Oh, c-c-c'mon, Pa-pa-ul," Springtrap says in a very human sing-song tone, crushing his bones. Paul makes one more groan of pain before slowly going limp, dead. "D-Damn, ma-ybe I should've w-went mor-e sl-slowly," Springtrap whines, still smiling insanely. He begins to laugh silently, then that turns into maniac laughing, his head thrown back and his eyes wide. He was drenched in Paul's blood, but he took no notice. "N-Now, how does i-it feel to-to-t-to be tr-trapped in y-you're ow-n body?" He asks, giggling. Let me back out, Springtrap says, and it seemed to come into his mind, because he laughed again. "N-no c-an do, b-buddy. Wil-liam's g-got a cer-certain night-guard to k-kill." He laughs again, picking himself up off of Paul. No! Springtrap shrieks, pushing against what seemed to be an invisible wall in his mind. Suddenly, he regained control, pushing William back into the deep crevices of his mind. He breathes a sigh of relief, then looks at Paul's dead body. Dear God, Springtrap thinks, cringing. He gently and silently picks up the body and the ripped out parts, throwing them into a garbage bag. "S-Springtrap?" (Y/N) whispers, stepping out of the kitchen, his eyes wide. "(Y/N)-" Springtrap begins, but gets interrupted by (Y/N). "Holy shit, thats blood!" (Y/N) shrieks, his expression twisted with concern and fear. "Are you ok?" "I-I-I'm fi-ne, b-but Paul is-isn't." Springtrap says. (Y/N) suddenly smashes into Springtrap, wrapping his arms around him. "W-Woah- E-Easy th-ere,"
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"Did you-" (Y/N) gulps. "Kill Paul-?" "I di-didn't," Springtrap says, staring down at the pool of blood at their feet. "What do you mean?" (Y/N) asks, blankly looking at Springtrap. "I l-lo-st con-control of m-myse-lf, an-d the ot-oth-er me took c-contro-l." Springtrap silently explains, still staring down at the ground. "Oh." Suddenly, (Y/N)'s alarm once again goes off, but he just continues to stand there. "Th-that weird re-rectang-le th-ing is be-beeping again," Springtrap points out, a bit annoyed by the sound. "Oh! Sorry," (Y/N) exclaims, grabbing his phone and quickly shutting down the alarm. "W-What ev-en is that th-thing?" "Its a phone," "A wh-at?" "Phone. It's a phone. See?" (Y/N) says, handing Springtrap the (F/C) (F/B) phone. Springtrap scowls for a second, tapping the screen. "Is i-it brok-en?" He asks, the screen still black. "No, look- Here," (Y/N) grabs the phone back and turns it on, showing Springtrap. He only shakes his head. "Tec-technology use-d to b-b-be so m-much more sim-ple back th-then." He says, a small smile creeping on his lips. "I better get going," (Y/N) says, looking a bit nervous. "Will you be ok here? I can stay, we're closed again tomorrow," He begins to babble. "(Y/N), I'll b-be fi-ne. Sta-ay if you r-r-eally wan-t-t to, tho-ough." Springtrap gives (Y/N) a reassuring smile, and (Y/N) sighs. "Alright, but if anything happens I'm sprinting full speed to this place," (Y/N) jokes, already at the door. "Bye, Springtrap." "Go-oodbye, (Y/N)."
aaaayyyy, another chapter done, not as long as the 1st though Yeah, I got carried away on the 1st one crkes anyways, yes, im going with the "split-mind" style Springtrap because that makes sense well, to my retarded brain at least Anyways, in case y'all don't know, here's this:
(F/C) = Favorite Color (E/C) = Eye Color (H/C) = Hair Color (F/B) = Favorite Brand
