Springtrap X Finn

Busted and Bruised

!!!TRIGGER WARNING. THIS CHAPTER MENTIONS KIDNAPPING!!!You stared at your watch, helplessly. You were 4 hours away from getting to get off of your shift. You hissed as you touched around your ribs. A few were definitely fractured. You wondered why Springtrap decided to help you. It was such an odd and yet frustrating situation for you. Tears were swelling up in your eyes as you clenched your fists. "I can't do this!" you screamed as you held your head. This was the worst night of your life. You were petrified, confused, and angry at everything in this damn pizzeria. You knew that you might not even be able to leave when your shift is over because of your fractured ribs. You started tensing up because of the intense swelling caused by your bones pushing on you in the inside. Suddenly, the familiar stomping approached you. You gasped and scooted yourself in the chair to the corner of the room, again. His eyes shimmered eerily in the darkness of the hallway.

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 He entered the room and let out a low, slow giggle. You stared at the ground in fear, shaking. He grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his face. His eyes were a purple glow and he reeked of blood, rust, oil, and a tad bit of alcohol. And then, he spoke. "Why are you here? Are you really that fucking stupid?" he asked you. His voice was raspy and very masculine. His voice box was very broken. There were many cracks and it sounded very airy.  You didn't reply. "Speak when you're spoken to," he whispered. Your lip quivered and you were to afraid to speak. "Speak when you are spoken to!" he hollered towards the end of his sentence. "I-I don't know," you said. His voice made you flinched, but you liked his voice, too. He let go of your chin, and stared at you. "You don't know, do you?" he rested his hands on his hips. "Know what?" your red eyes met his lifeless eyes. Suddenly he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you out of the room. You shrieked and squeezed his hand in pain. It was useless, though. Your puny hands were no match for his hard hands (oml that sounds so wrong lmao). He stormed down the hallway, dragging you behind him. You could barely keep balance, your sneakers squeaking on the ground. Then, he threw you down in the hallway. You screeched and looked up at a framed newspaper hanged on the wall.

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He backed up and gave you space to read the paper. You wrinkled your eyebrows, confused at what he was trying to get at. He gestured his head towards the paper. You turned to it and blew the thick dust off of it. You gasped in horror after reading the title. It read, "ANIMATRONIC NIGHTMARE! BODIES OF MISSING CHILDREN FOUND AT 'FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZERIA," The paragraph went on to tell how the children were kidnapped, gutted, and stuffed into suits. They were nothing but rotting corpses when they were found, it states. You covered your mouth and your eyes fluttered in disbelief. You turned to Springtrap and said, "I wanna meet the one who hired me," you clenched your fists. "He's dead. Has been for years. Whoever called you used a setup of his voice as a voicemail. A personal PO box," he shook his wobbly head. "Who the hell did it then, and how long?" you screamed. Springtrap didn't answer. "Damnit how long? How long has it been shut down?" You hollered. He sighed and slowly said "17 years, alright? 17 years," your eyes grew wide and you felt as if the walls were caving in. "Who called me? I know it was someone here. Are we not alone?" you asked him. "W-we? Wow, I haven't heard we in a long time." he sighed. You could see that he was terribly lonely. "Are we not alone?" you asked him again with a pause between each word. "No, there's me, you, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, and..." he stopped. "And...?" you said sarcastically. You were clearly not having it today. "Freddy." he whispered. "The ringleader I'm guessing?" you asked him as the two of you continued through the pizzeria. "You could say that I guess," he shrugged. "Why are you not afraid of me?" he asked out of the blue. You held your breath and shivered. "What makes you think I'm not? I-I mean I may be having a conversation to you, walking next..." you trailed off. "Oh god maybe I'm not afraid," you bit your knuckle. He let out a loud chuckle and shoved you playfully, but accidentally knocked you over. You recovered with an awkward laugh as you stood up.