Hello my lovely Readers, how are y'all? Anyways, I've been deciding that this book will be about 20-30 chapters long, depending on how I feel about this story. So far, I feel really good about it. And after this one, I wanna do a Bonnie x Reader, then a Foxy x Reader, and so on. And because I don't like Chica very much, I probably won't do a Chica x Reader unless y'all want me to. I also wanna do a Springtrap x Bonnie because yes, I'm weird, I like that ship. Anyways, on to the chapter; It Burns
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(!) Heads up, sweetheart! (!) This chapter contains: Swearing Triggering subjects Death
Springtrap was sitting against the wall, thinking of (Y/N). You're so stupid, William says, sighing. Look, because we share the same body and mind, I care for (Y/N) as well as you do. Only because we share the same mind. William explains, grumbling. "Ok? G-g-go o-on." Springtrap mumbles. I know how to make it to where you look... More human. William says. But it involves me getting out of you, he says carefully, trying to make it to where Springtrap looks over the fact that William would probably be free. Though he didn't. "B-But yo-ou'd be f-f-free," Springtrap points out, narrowing his eyes. Well, yes, but I'd be a ghost. William replies. "Would it work?" Springtrap asks, feeling a bit unsure. Yes, but you would need to, ah... William pauses, wondering if this would affect Springtrap. Until he remembered he didn't care. "I w-wo-uld ne-eed to d-d-do wh-what?" Springtrap asks slowly. You would need to kill yourself. William finishes, holding in an insane laugh. "Oh." Springtrap says, stunned. "Oh my." And I'm pretty sure (Y/N) isn't coming back. William says. So, do you want to see him again or not? "I d-do," Springtrap says, choking on the "do." Ok. Start a fire. "A what?" You heard me. Start a fire. William demands, and Springtrap slowly gets up, still a bit unsure. There should be a lighter in the office, or somewhere, I don't know. William says as Springtrap makes his way to the office, looking around. He spots an old looking lighter on the ground near the corner, and he steps towards it. The blood-soaked drawing was still there, though now dried up and crumbling. Springtrap steps over it, trying to ignore it as he grabs the lighter. Ok, good. Now go find some air pipes and destroy them. William says, and Springtrap walks out, lighter in hand. He goes straight to the kitchen, knowing he saw some pipes in there the first time he walked in there. There's a pipe, William points out, and Springtrap lumbers towards it. And just how are you going to destroy it, dumbass? William sneers as Springtrap suddenly starts slamming into it, the weak metal denting. Oh. William says. Springtrap slams into it one more time before it breaks, gas spilling out. "Do I-I-I ne-eed to b-bre-ak a-a-anymore?" Springtrap asks, walking out. I don't think you need to, but it will take a while for the gas to spread, but if you break more, the gas will spread faster. William says, a shrug-like tone in his voice. Springtrap only nods, heading towards another pipe. He knew he was insane for doing this, but if it was for (Y/N), he'd do anything for his new, and only, friend. Springtrap takes a deep breath before ramming into the pipe, and it snaps in half, this one weaker than the last. Woooo! William cheers, excited. A few more pipes later, Springtrap was at the entrance, having broken every gas pipe. He could no longer see a few feet in front of him, the fog from the gas messing with his scanner. Ok, now, light the lighter then run into the flames. It will burn, but this will be worth it. William says, sounding serious. Springtrap nods, lighting the lighter. He throws it into the fog, and suddenly, a big burst of flames appear, lighting the drawings on the wall on fire. He stared into the flames for a moment. It was beautiful. The flames reminded him of (Y/N), for some reason. He steps into the fire, not feeling the heat at first. Springtrap suddenly shrieks, his body catching on fire. At first, he wants to run out of the flame to try to extinguish himself. Don't. William demands, and Springtrap stays put despite the fire burning every inch of him.
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Springtrap watched as his body slowly burnt, William beside him. "Beautiful, isn't it?" William asked, smiling. Springtrap didn't say anything, he just watched everything burn. "Oh, come on, a bit of arson now and then doesn't hurt." William jokes, stretching. "Man, this feels amazing." "When can we see (Y/N)?" Springtrap asks silently, turning his gaze to William. "As soon as you learn to look at least half-human," William says, his happy expression turning sour. "Then tell me how." Springtrap says, noticing his stutter was gone. William rolls his eyes and starts walking out of the burning establishment. Springtrap follows closely behind, not wanting to be in there any longer. "Alright! First lesson on being human one-oh-one!" William says, clapping his pale hands together once. Springtrap raises an eyebrow. "Ok?" "Alright, so, try concentrating on becoming human, I guess." William says, shrugging. Springtrap stays silent, his eyes closed. William only watches, one of his black eyebrows raised. "Did it work?" Springtrap asks, not being able to see himself. William blinks, his eyes wide as he looks at the now five-ten, dirty blonde bunny eared man in front of him. "Well, I'd say so," William says, still staring. Springtrap looks down, then falls over, his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my-" He says, staring at his legs. "Yep." William replies, pulling Springtrap up. "You're human now."
