CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader (Male)

𝙴𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

ok so before we start on this chapter im sorry if its weird or smth cuz I got nothing atm (also last chapter is going to be chapter 20, so get ready for that.)

»『𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝!』
This chapter contains:
Dark subjects
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    You were uncomfortably stiff and exhausted, tied down to something with your eyes covered. You could hear sharp footsteps coming your way. 
    "I can tell you're awake."
    You attempt to yell out "William," but a large soft object in your mouth stops all movement and sound. 
    "You were out for a while, I was beginning to get a bit worried." William continues, taking off what was obstructing your sight. 
    "I'm surprised I was able to get you away from Spring Bonnie long enough, as well." He chuckles. You glare at him, and he gives you a grin. 
    "Really! It's very nice to be able to talk to you face-to-face, without Spring Bonnie always clinging onto you." William says while pacing back and forth in front of you. Your eyes begin to adjust to the low lighting as you look around the small and somewhat empty room. 
    "I assume Spring Bonnie is already. . . Panicking." William continues, stopping in front of you, bending to look at you. A wave of disgust for the black-haired man ripped through you, seeing his empty eyes and dark purple suit. 
    William straightens again, his hands folded behind his back.
    "I won't kill you. Yet. I just need something from you. A little. . . Favor, you could call it."

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    Springtrap couldn't sleep.
    He wouldn't sleep. 
    It's been a day since (Y/N) had gone missing, and Springtrap could feel his sanity slipping away slowly. It was painful, being away from (Y/N). 
    Springtrap knew he was being clingy, but this was the only person who loved him, besides just as a cool attraction. He really did love (Y/N), with all of his heart. 
    Springtrap inhales, getting up from the floor. He didn't know how long he had been laying there, and frankly, how he ended up curled up on the floor. But he didn't care right now, all he could think about was (Y/N), and how scared he was. He sighs, just standing there.
    The house was a mess, mostly because he had, in a nervous wreck, torn apart everything. 
    (Y/N) would be so mad at me. . . Springtrap thinks to himself, his breath hitching. He began to realize just how dependent of (Y/N) he was. Springtrap nervously shifts, unsure of what to do now. He couldn't call anyone, he couldn't get ahold of (Y/N), and he wouldn't call William. That, to him, would be a death wish.
    Springtrap couldn't do anything. 
    All he could do was sit around and be useless.
    Like he always did.
    Springtrap sighs, running his fingers through his hair, making it even more messy than usual.
    "No, I have to find (Y/N)." Springtrap whispers, opening up the door and walking out. 
    A new-found burst of confidence filled him, and even though he was exhausted out of his mind, he ran out, desperate to find his (Y/N).