CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader (Male)

𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝙳𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

     (!) POV Change Up (!)
     (!) Heads up, sweetheart! (!)
     (!) Minor Swearing (!)
     

     You walked into the take-out pizza place, fumbling with your wallet to get out some money. 
     "Hi, here to pick up for (Y/N) (L/N)," You say, handing the cashier the money. She nods, putting it in then giving you the large pizza boxes. You grab the boxes, grinning from ear-to-ear. 
     "Springtrap's gonna love this," You say to yourself, getting into your car and starting it. 

     Springtrap was looking at some of the children's artwork, not very impressed at the stick-figures and circle bodies.
     "'M-M-My fu-un day,'" Springtrap mumbles to himself, narrowing his eyes. 
     Suddenly, (Y/N) opens the front double-doors, holding two large pizza boxes in one hand. 
     "I got pizza!" (Y/N) exclaims, setting the boxes down in the office. Springtrap opens one of the boxes, examining the contents. 
     "P-Piz-za?" Springtrap asks, raising an eyebrow at (Y/N). 
     "Yeah! I got half-pepperoni and half-sausage because I wasn't sure what you like, then for myself I got (F/T)." (Y/N) says, pushing the top box towards Springtrap then opening his. Springtrap looks at (Y/N)'s (F/T) pizza, then grabs a slice of it.
     "Hey!" (Y/N) exclaims, attempting to grab it back. Springtrap takes a bite of it, permanently contaminating it from further eating.
     "Not b-b-a-ad." Springtrap notes, eating the rest of it. 
     "Didn't you used to be an animatronic at a pizza-place?" (Y/N) asks, taking a bite out of a slice of pizza. 
     "I-I-It w-as a d-d-din-er, t-though yes w-w-e did serve p-p-piz-za." Springtrap admits a bit shyly, his ear lowering slightly. (Y/N) laughs.

     After you and Springtrap finish off the pizza, well, Springtrap eating his entire pizza and most of your's, you and him both go to explore the old arcade room. 
     "You think these things still work?" You ask, kicking an arcade cabinet. 
     "N-Not su-re," Springtrap says, pressing a few buttons. The screen suddenly lights up, and some upbeat pixel music starts to play. 
     "B-B-Bre-adbe-bear's Adv-enture." Springtrap says, reading the title of the game. "Huh." 
     "Lemme try," You say, pushing him out of the way and bending over slightly. You press start, though the game immediately starts to glitch out and eventually it just shuts down.
    "Damn," you grumble, kicking the game. Springtrap only watches silently. 
    It'll be so easy! William says, his voice in a hushed tone in Springtrap's head. 
    No. He thinks, and William sighs. 
    "He-llo? Springtrap?" You say, waving your hand in front of his eyes. He snaps out of whatever trance he was in, and he looks down at you. 
    "M-My apol-apologies. An-yth-thing wr-wr-ong?" Springtrap replies, cocking his head to the side slightly, his ears flopping. 
    "You kinda zoned out there," You say, looking a bit uncomfortable.
    "I-I'm fi-ne," Springtrap says, smiling at you.
    You aren't fine and you know that, William says, though Springtrap paid no attention. The alarm on your phone goes off again, and you groan, turning it off. You were beginning to become reluctant to leave, though Springtrap always reassured you that you needed your rest and time away from the establishment. 
     As you were driving home, you got a text from your parents. Sighing, you decide to ignore the text. 
     You pull into the driveway, grabbing your things and getting out. You look up at your house, a bit small, but it gave you a home. 

     You were at your parents house, sitting on the couch. They had invited you over to dinner, or, well, forced you to come. You had tried declining politely but they insisted. 
      "Its so good seeing you again, (Y/N)!" Your mother gushed, sitting beside you. You only offer a small smile. 
      "What have you been up to?" Your mother asks, turning down the volume of the TV. 
      "Mostly just work stuff," You say, a bit embarrassed at the fact that you don't do much besides talk to Springtrap and sleep. 
      "Oh? Where do you work?" 
      "Fazbear's Fright," You reply nonchalantly. Your mother only stares for a second.
      "Well, it's a job I guess," Your father says before your mother could say anything else, walking into the room. He sits beside you, patting your shoulder. 
      "I should start dinner," Your mother says, smiling at you both before going into the kitchen. You and your father sat in a slightly awkward silence, you staring into your lap and him looking at the TV. 
       "I know you'd rather be doing literally anything else," Your father says, smiling at you. 
       "Yeah," You agree, blushing. Your father laughs at that, getting up. He comes back a moment later holding two of your (F/D). He hands one to you.
       "Thanks, Dad." You take a drink of it, relaxing a bit. He nods at you, taking a long drink of his. 
       Soon, dinner was ready, and you all sat in the dining room, silently eating. You thought of starting up a conversation, but you didn't know what to say. 
       I wonder how Springtrap's doing, you think, absentmindedly eating at your food, staring into space. Your dad seems to notice this.
      "Ok, who're you thinking about, (Y/N)?" Your dad asks, smiling evilly. You jump at his voice, red creeping into your cheeks.
      "Nobody! Who even put that idea into your head?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at him. 
      "Come on, you never look like that unless someone's in your head." Your father argues, still smiling. You roll your eyes, visibly dismissing the subject. 
      After dinner, you hug your parents, telling them goodbye and you left, sighing. You checked the dashboard clock on your car, and it read nine-twenty-one P.M.
      "I have enough time for a quick nap," You say to yourself, driving home. 

    Springtrap was walking around the building, looking bored. A phantom quickly disappeared from view, making a silent noise as it did. Springtrap only huffs, walking towards a pole with only a few pieces of a Freddy suit on it. 
    "D-Didn't la-la-st ver-y l-l-long, d-d-id y-you?" Springtrap jokes, mostly to himself. 
    You weirdo, already talking to yourself, you know thats the first sign of insanity, William says rather cheerfully. 
    "Y-you s-sou-nd hap-happy t-t-tod-ay, a-a-any spec-ial oc-oc-ocassion?" Springtrap says, walking into the office. 
    Not really, just the fact that you're most likely going insane. William says, snickering. 
    "V-Very fu-nny," Springtrap says, making one, short fake laugh. 

Hello my lovely readers, sorry if theres not enough Springtrap in here, I decided I wanted to do a chapter mostly with the Reader today. To me, it didn't really go so well, I think I need to add more drama. Anyways, thank you so much for reading <3
I love you all!

~ Springtrap