CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader (Male)

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕?

    (!) Heads up, sweetheart! (!)
    This chapter contains:
    Swearing
    Blood
    (!) You have been warned! Read at your own risk! (!)



    Springtrap had found some old crayons and a piece of paper and he was currently drawing. He wasn't sure what he was drawing, but it seemed to be a human of the sorts. 
    Are you drawing (Y/N)? William asks, sounding disgusted. Springtrap hadn't realized this, but he was drawing (Y/N). 
    "I g-g-gue-ss I a-am." Springtrap says, drawing (Y/N)'s (H/C) hair with a crayon. William only snorts, settling back down. 
    "Yo-you've bee-n qui-quiet. No co-om-plaints a-a-about that, th-though." Springtrap comments, a small smile on his face. 
    Plotting. Was all William offered, and Springtrap could practically feel the smile in that sentence. Springtrap sighs, picking up the drawing and staring at it. 
    "I b-b-bet its wo-nder-f-ful to be h-human," He mumbles, setting it down. 
    Oh, it is. William says. There's a lot of things you can do. 
    "L-like wh-at?" 
    Well, you can eat and drink and it actually meaning something. You can feel emotions, you can cry, et cetera. William says, sounding nonchalant. 
    "I ca-an do a-a-all of th-ose thin-things," Springtrap says, his eyebrows furrowing.
    Oh really? Then cry. Cry for me. William taunts, a hint of smug in his voice. Springtrap's eyebrows were still furrowed. He knew he didn't know how to cry. So did William. 
    "I ca-a-an fe-el em-emotions," Springtrap offered instead, trying to switch the subject.
    So the robot can feel emotions, eh? Looks like Henry really did make you special. William grunts, still feeling a bit smug. 
     "Ye-yeah! L-l-like wh-hen (Y/N) is-n't he-here, I'm b-b-bored. Wh-when he i-i-is here, I f-f-fe-el hap-happy! A-a-and wa-rm i-i-inside." Springtrap says, smiling absentmindedly, holding the drawing of (Y/N). 
    That's love, you big dumb idiot. William sighs. You're so oblivious. 
    "How?"
    (Y/N) is a human, Spring-Bonnie. You're an animatronic. A rotten, broken one.
    "So?" Springtrap mumbles, walking back to the office with his drawing. 
    "What the hell?" A male voice shrieks as Springtrap walks in. He looks up to see a man pressed against his chair, his eyes wide. His name tag said "Logan."
    "W-Who ar-re yo-u?" Springtrap growls, stepping closer. This wasn't his (Y/N), this was someone completely different!
    "What are you?" Logan shrieks, pushing his chair back until it hits the wall. William waited patiently for Springtrap to break so he could take over. Even for a moment. 
    "Y-You're n-n-n-not (Y/N)," Springtrap says, stepping closer. Suddenly, William pushes, and Springtrap stumbles, William taking control. 
    Logan tries to squeeze more into the chair, watching as Springtrap stretches, smiling wildly. 
    "W-Well hel-lo," William says, slowly walking to Logan. Logan whimpers, and William laughs manically, his eyes cloudy with blood-lust. "T-This is g-g-g-going to be-e so-o-o-o m-much fun,"

     You were already on your way to work, having taken a quick shower and eating something. As you pulled up to the establishment, you couldn't help but feel excited. Why? You didn't know. 
    "Springtrap?" You called out, walking in. 
    "(Y/N)?" Springtrap says, poking his head out of the kitchen entrance. You smiled, warmth filling your cheeks when you saw the giant rabbit animatronic. And just to think, only a couple weeks ago you were almost peeing your pants at the sight of him. 
    "H-Hi!" He says, walking up to you. 
    "Hey, how've you been?" You ask, looking up at him.
    "B-b-bor-ed, t-than-ks. O-Oh! I ma-de you som-som-something!" Springtrap exclaims, turning around and hurriedly walking towards the office. 
    "Oh?" You say, confused as you follow, having to run to keep up with the giant robot. Once you both reached the office, a putrid stench burned your nose. Your nose scrunches and your eyes water.
    "What is that smell?" You ask, pinching your nose. Springtrap turns around, holding a piece of paper in both paws. 
    "O-Oh," Springtrap mumbles, then he points to a large puddle of blood. A name-tag sat in the middle of it all. You look at it in horror, a bit numb.
    "W-What- What happened?" You ask, your voice trembling. 
    "I-I lo-s-st co-control," Springtrap says, looking down. You turn around to look at him, suddenly terrified. He looks down at you, tears in his eyes. Real tears. "I-I'm so-rr-y," He continues, reaching out with the paw that holds the piece of paper. You snatch the paper and throw it to the ground, landing on the puddle of blood. You run towards the exit, expecting Springtrap to come after you. Even though you don't hear any metallic footsteps, you keep running until you reach your car. You hurriedly get inside, shaking. 
     Springtrap only stood there, watching as the drawing he made of you soak in the blood. He felt numb. Hollow. Like he had always felt. 
     That's the other thing about being human.

    When you got to your house, you were breathing heavily, trying to control the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. You couldn't believe what had happened. 
    "Did Springtrap kill Paul?" You asked yourself, your voice unusually shaky. You shook your head, already knowing the answer. As you walked inside, you turned the TV on, needing some background noise. Your (F/S) turned on, but you barely noticed. You sat on the couch, curling your knees to your chest. 
    "O-Oh God," You whisper, looking at your phone. 
    I should call the police, you think to yourself. But wait, they'd think your crazy! Calling the police to inform them that a giant rabbit animatronic just murdered somebody. They'd put you in the nuthouse. 
    You sighed, now not knowing what to do. 
    You felt scared, but most of all, hurt. You wanted to see him again, but that would be a death wish. He killed somebody! Why would you want to come back to someone who just murdered somebody? You kept asking these questions to yourself until you eventually fell asleep, curled up on the end of the couch, the TV playing. 

Hello, my lovely readers
I'm trying to push 2 chapters a day, currently
Anyways, I tried adding some drama, and that kinda involved me having to make a random kid that Fazbear Frights hired for the days the Reader was off.
But don't worry, this isn't the end of the Reader and Springtrap's special connection, though William hates it. 
William grunts in the background, clearly disgusted and annoyed.
Anyways, thank you all for reading, and I love y'all!
<3 mwah

~ Springtrap