Holy hell, 53 reads hkfjlw wow i i actually never expected to ever have like 53 reads on one of my fanfictions wow thank you all so much omg also, im probably not gonna update SYSTEM GLITCH for a while, maybe a chapter for every 3 chapters of this Anyways, love y'all <3
Springtrap couldn't sleep. He was wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Thinking of (Y/N). The way he held his hand, his voice, his smile. Springtrap sighs, closing his eyes in search of sleep, though he knew it wouldn't come with the way his mind was racing along with his heart. "Springtrap?" Springtrap sat up, looking at the dark eyes piercing in the darkness. "William...?" Springtrap asks groggily, acting sleepy. William walks closer, a growing smile on his lips. "I want you to join me." He says, folding his hands behind him. "You what?" Springtrap asks, narrowing his eyes. "Join me. For old time's sake." William says, now grinning widely. Springtrap didn't trust this, but he knew William wouldn't leave him alone. "Fine." Springtrap grumbles, getting out. "Excellent! Now get dressed." William says, strolling out of Springtrap's room, closing the door behind him. Springtrap was unsure about this, but he went ahead and put on some clean clothes, then walking into the living room to find William standing by the door. "Ready?" William asks, sounding excited. "Where are we even going?" Springtrap grumbles, his ears drooping. "You'll see. Just," William pauses. "Follow me." The two words sent shivers down Springtrap's spine, and he tenses up. William opens the door and walks out, waiting for Springtrap. He hesitates for a moment, but walks out, closing the door behind him and following William into the cold night air.
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Springtrap had no idea where they were, but William sure did. He seemed to be very focused on walking, not responding to Springtrap's quiet questions and remarks. "Here we are," William says, smiling again. They had stopped in front of a nice-sized house, a big porch in front of them. "Why are we at someone's house?" Springtrap hisses, glaring at William. He didn't answer, his eyes sparkling with that hunger that Springtrap had saw. Oh no, Springtrap thinks, standing there numbly. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go in." William says, his voice monotone despite the insane grin on his face. Springtrap follows, his breath shallow. William tries the doorknob, but finds it to be locked. "Shit." He mumbles, taking a hairpin out from his pocket. He straightens it out, then slipping it into the key-hole. William fumbles it around for a moment, then a loud click could be heard. William smiles. "There we go." He whispers, opening the door softly. Springtrap quietly walks in, regretting going with William. "Hold this, thanks." William says, shoving a cold metal object into Springtrap's hands. A knife. Springtrap thinks, feeling the sharp metal. William takes out his own from his pants pocket, and he slowly walks forward into a hallway, gently opening a door. He peeks inside to see two beds, both holding a sleeping child. William walks forward, flipping the knife upside-down in his hand. He suddenly plunges it downward, and Springtrap flinches and closes his eyes, turning away. It was a silent death, William having stabbed the child in the neck, he had drowned in his own blood before being able to scream. William nods to himself, a bit of blood on his cheek and some on his shirt. William takes the knife out and makes his way to the second bed, a small grin on his face. Springtrap only stood there numbly, eyes closed, thinking about (Y/N) to calm him down. This time, there was a noise, but not a loud one. "Let's go." William whispers, now in front of Springtrap. Springtrap nods, following William back out. "Thanks for holding that for me, and for coming." Springtrap nods again, not being able to find his voice. "Though this time I wasn't inside of you," William jokes, chuckling at his own joke. Springtrap fakes a small, short laugh. "Yeah." He says, holding his arm. Once they were back at (Y/N)'s house, William quickly ducked into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Springtrap only went back to his room, looking into a mirror. His eyes were dull, his face pale, tears brimming his eyes. "Oh, God."
