CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader (Male)

𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍

(!) Heads up, sweetheart! (!)

This chapter contains:
Blood
Attempted murder

(!) You have been warned (!)

   William inhales through his teeth, feeling a bit nervous. He didn't know why. There was nothing to worry about!
   Two shots was all he needed. He didn't even need to clean the bodies! Just leave them there and properly dispose of the gun. 
   Then all of this would be done and he could finally live internally.
   Really, it was all he wanted, what he wished for. And now he had it.
   It had been so easy to manipulate Springtrap into thinking William only wanted to help him at first. It was his plan all along. Though he hadn't expected Springtrap to fall in love in the process. 
   Oh well.
   William aimed the gun at (Y/N), his hands steady. 
   Then he fired.

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   You look at Springtrap, shock filling your eyes. Neither of you had ever exchanged an "I love you," so it was surprising to you in a lot of ways. But you could tell Springtrap meant it by the look in his stormy gray eyes and the soft smile on his face.
   "I love you too," You reply quietly, still walking with Springtrap. 
   A loud sound, that of a gun, suddenly rang through the air and a second later a fiery pain penetrated through your spine. You gasp, crumpling onto the floor.
   Springtrap shrieks, falling onto his knees in pain. You were inhaling sharply and quickly, unable to move through the numbness that was quickly seeping through your lower body, pain engulfing the top half. 
   "(Y/N). . ." Springtrap gently cries, holding his leg. You had your teeth bared, and if you even slightly opened your mouth you feel as if you would cry, or throw up. Which you wanted to do neither. 
   A dark shape of a person stood over you. You didn't care who it was, all you wanted was the numbness to spread to your top half, to engulf the flaming pain. Springtrap was saying something, though it sounded as if your head was underwater. 
   A few muffled sounds got farther away. You suspected footsteps. Springtrap says something else, but you could barely hear him now. 

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   "(Y/N), please. . ." Springtrap whispers, noticing his condition. Springtrap knew he would live, but he knew (Y/N) wouldn't. Though he knew nothing about major wounds, he had seen countless children get hurt, mostly just scrapes or bruises. 
   Besides the bite.
   But (Y/N) had been shot, not bitten. . .
   "(Y/N), I-I'm gonna try to carry you, o-ok?" Springtrap whispers. He then begins to try to get up, stumbling and shaky. He knew he wouldn't be able to put any weight on his leg, but he would still try. 
   He was still softly crying, trying to lift you up. He was barely standing upright, trying to pick (Y/N) up. He fell, letting out a short sob, his leg bleeding. He looked at the blood now slowly seeping through (Y/N)'s shirt.
   "I-I'm sorry, I m-must've just made i-it worse. . ." He mumbles, tears still streaming from his eyes. He could tell (Y/N) was still breathing, but not very well due to the fast, shallow breaths coming from him. Springrap took a quick look around, feeling a bit dizzy. Nobody was coming. He could tell. It was very early morning, and no cars had come driving by in about a few hours. 
   Nobody was coming.
   "(Y/N). . ." Springtrap cries out, sounding a bit desperate. His leg hurt, he had a headache, and he was exhausted. All he wanted to do was sleep, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. So he stayed where he was, next to (Y/N), his breath shallow. He could hear (Y/N)'s breath, and it sounded as if it was getting quieter and slower in between each breath. 
   Springtrap took in a shaky breath, beginning to cry again.
   "(Y/N), I-I love you. . ."

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    Springtrap woke up, his head jerking up from off the table. He looked around, seeing his now usual surroundings.
   Checkered-cloth tables, stage, curtains, kitchen. 
   Springtrap sighs, brushing his hair from his face. He looked down at the table before getting up, walking towards his room, slightly limping.
   All he could think about was (Y/N).