CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader (Male)

𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

   (!) 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 (!)
   This chapter contains:
   Dark subjects
   Heavy cussing
   Please do not read if you are having troubles with dark subjects! Skip if you need to.

    Springtrap couldn't sleep.
    There was a dark, seeping thought that lied in the back of his mind.
    He was still worried about (Y/N), about William, about what would happen. Springtrap sighs, closing his eyes. They were heavy and he had a killer headache. 

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    William stood at the front door, his hands behind his back. He knew Springtrap might still be awake, knowing his habits of worrying himself into exhaustion.
    Should he wait? Should he quietly sneak in and hide until he knew Springtrap had nodded off? 
    William takes a deep inhale, and quietly pushes the door open, stepping in and closing the door softly. 
    It was nice and dark, the shadows and lights playing on the floors and walls, moving, writhing. It creeped William out in a way. 
    He looks towards the stairs, then slowly ascending, making sure his steps were gentle and soft. 
     As he reached (Y/N)'s room, a chill of excitement crept up his spine as he slowly pushed open the door, making his way in.

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    "(Y/N)!" Springtrap exclaims happily, barging into (Y/N)'s room, expecting to see him sprawled out on his bed, blankets everywhere as usual.
    Springtrap finds in empty bed, the window slightly open. 
    "Living room, maybe?" Springtrap asks himself, running down the stairs and checking the living room. He walks into the kitchen, but no (Y/N). Concern fills his mind, but then he remembers the slightly open window. 
    "Shit, shit, shit, shit-" Springtrap breathes, his eyebrows furrowed. He remembers his phone, and he takes it out, fumbling until he finds (Y/N)'s contact. 
    It goes straight to voicemail. 
    "Fuck!" Springtrap yells, dropping his phone. He never really liked to use this type of language, but it seemed fitting to him now.
    Springtrap hastily crouches, grabbing his phone once again, this time to dial nine-one-one. 
   After the call, Springtrap didn't know what to do. They had told him that he had to wait twenty-four hours to file for a. . . Springtrap couldn't remember what it was. He didn't know what this feeling was. Was it panic? It seemed like it for him, but not quite. There was a mix of depression, anger, and numbness in with the panic. 
    Springtrap crumpled to the floor, up-against a wall. He laid his head down on his knees, his ears limp. 
    He couldn't feel anything. He wanted to feel something, but he couldn't. 
     Springtrap's line of sight was towards the kitchen, and he could see the block holding the kitchen knives. He sighs, pushing away the thought that had came to him.
    Not now. He thinks to himself, closing his eyes. 
    Could (Y/N) already be dead? Or still alive? Springtrap didn't want to think of this, but the thoughts still swarmed around in his head like a hive of hornets, each one stinging him. 
    William could be torturing him, Another hornet stung.
    Springtrap blamed himself. Fully. But really, what was the point of blaming himself? 
    "I should go look." Springtrap sighs to himself, getting up. 

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎:

Hi, sorry about this one, I've been thinking of this for a while lmao

Also, veryyyyyy sorry about me being gone for an eternity
I've had a pretty bad 2 weeks and I also just got my phone back (Wattpad is still blocked, ugh)
So, the next 3(?) chapters are gonna be pretty dark. I'm sorry for all of you who have troubles with dark subjects and such, I understand. I also have trouble with it. I just feel like writing about it will help me, and it is.
Anyways, thank you all for reading
Love y'all <3

~ 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙

(also tysm to @Astrill666 for that amazing comment. It really made my day)