A New Attraction (Springtrap x Female OC)

Prologue

5 Years Ago
It was drizzling the day Malerie Templeton went to go look at the smouldering remains of that cursed horror attraction. The drive from the company had been long and dreary, and though it was only mid afternoon, the sky was so dark it looked like dusk had settled in. She sat in her car for a minute before finally deciding to get on with the task she'd been trusted with. She opened the door and took out her black umbrella. The rain didn't seem like it was going to let up anytime soon, and she was not planning to let her nice business suit get soaked while she looked through the rubble. 
Fazbear's Fright it had been called. It didn't even last long enough to open to the public. Not that she or any of her higher ups actually believed this poor attempt at digging up graves (That were best left forgotten) would actually end up going well. Though, Malerie had to be partially thankful that the issue resolved itself after only a little over a week of use. If not, she would've had to take action, which may or may not have been wholly pleasant, for her or the creepy establishment. She had been pleasantly surprised to find out that the former owner wanted to cooperate with her. Then again, he was dealing with his own guilt over the whole incident, so it seemed apparent that he really just wanted to be done with the whole thing.
There had only been one death. Supposed death at least, but with this place, nothing was ever certain. The place had burned down, allegedly with the night guard still in it. However, there were inconsistencies here that did not escape Malerie's notice. There was no car for one. Why wouldn't the night guard, who the owner confirmed was an adult, drive himself to work? If he truly burned, that was one thing that made no sense. Unless someone else was trying to cover something up. These thoughts certainly made her wonder, but she wasn't a detective, and in her business, she'd found that some questions were better left unanswered. Dead or not, the previous nightguard didn't seem to be making an appearance, so she only had to worry about what was in front of her.
Malerie walked through the dark debris, cursing as her heels and feet were blackened by the ashes. She did what she was required to do. Sifting through the rubble was the last thing she wanted to do, for more reasons than one. It wasn't long before her hands were filthy, and she regretted coming here in a professional outfit. She wanted to make a good impression, assuming she found what they said she might find, but if she'd known just how bad this place had gotten destroyed she would've made a different choice. 
It took about an hour of carefully moving rocks and charred props before Malerie finally found what she was looking for. She gasped. She knew what to expect, but it still made a shiver creep up her spine to look at the metal hand. She stepped back a moment and let her heartbeat slow down some before she moved to a better spot and started shifting a piece of the wall over to the side. She wasn't incredibly strong, but she managed to move it after a few minutes. Underneath, and charred, but not completely devoid of the outside covering was the very thing she had been hoping she wouldn't see. 
The animatronic was not a pleasant sight, but considering the state of the rest of the building it could've looked a lot worse. Through gaps in the suit Malerie could make out something dark red, and for fear of losing her lunch she looked away and decided not to think about what that implied. Granted, she knew what this animatronic really was, or rather who, but the details weren't fully known even by the head of the company. The last restaurant had been left behind for a reason after all. For the public, out of sight out of mind worked really well. With most of the relevant information kept hidden, 30 years was more than enough time for people to forget when there were no answers to be found. Bringing herself back to the present, she braced herself and spoke to the "lifeless" animatronic. She cleared her throat, "Umm, hello Mr... Springtrap? Was it?" 
Malerie waited for an answer, but none came, so she decided to be more direct this time. "I don't intend to play games with you. I know of your autonomy. Your lifeless act is not going to fool me. I'm here to speak with you, and I would appreciate your cooperation." She waited a moment, and just when she thought he (was it a he?) was going to remain unresponsive he slowly began lifting his head and moving into a sitting position. She shivered and took a cautionary step back. The animatronic looked up at her and narrowed it's eyes before finally speaking. 
"Why have you come?" Was all that he said. His voice was masculine, but it sounded strained and had a slight static effect. There was also a hint of an accent, but it was too faint for her to be sure exactly what it was. 
Malerie responded with, "I have come to speak with you. To give you an offer, if you're interested." His expression only changed slightly. It was hard to tell, but she got the feeling that he was annoyed by her presence. Still, she maintained her composure and tried to stifle the fear that was quickly rising. 
"Who are you? What is this about offers? I have no patience for this. You should run away now, before I decide to make you regret bothering me," he said, his voice dropping to sound threatening. It certainly intimidated her, but she still had a job to do.
"My name is Malerie Templeton. I'm an employee of Fazbear Entertainment," she breathed in and out before continuing, "The company knows of your existence because of this horror attraction. While we don't know much of your history or identity, we assume you are somehow connected to the unfortunate events of the company's past. Our goal is to keep the public ignorant of that past, although with this place recently being repurposed it has brought questions back to the surface. The company sent me to offer you a chance to come with us so we may find a way to negotiate to keep you and the company's history from being brought to the surface. We know that you are dangerous, that's been made apparent. There are... rumors about your identity." She finally finished and waited to see how he would respond. Malerie didn't realize she'd been holding her breath before he tilted his head and considered her speech.
"I see. Perhaps I could be... interested in this offer. So long I have been trapped within this building. There are things that I... want. And I remember this company. But I do not think you will like what I want."
"That's not up for me to decide anyways. I am only a messenger, so I ask you not to think of me as an... enemy to you. Upper management will make the final decision on anything, but I am willing to hear you out."
"Hmm," the animatronic sighed deeply then said, "Perhaps I might be more interested in speaking if I were out of the rain."
"Yes, that might be more pleasant,"Malerie said before considering her options. She wasn't thrilled by the prospect of inviting him into her car, but there was nowhere else to go. "You can sit in my car if you want and we can talk there." The animatronics only response was a nod. He slowly got up, letting out a sound that was something between a growl and a groan. She gave him a baffled look before turning around abruptly and walking to her car. She opened the passenger's door and gestured for him. He passed near her as he got in, and she got a whiff of a foul stench. She waved at her nose before closing the door and getting in on her side. She looked over at him and asked him a question, "So, Springtrap was the name I was told. Is that what you prefer to be called or is there something else?"
"Springtrap is... a fitting name," he turned his head to look back at Malerie. She smiled politely. 
"Alright then Springtrap. Might I ask how you came to be. To be able to move forward, I need to understand who or rather what you are."
He growled before replying, "Well I am not a 'what' I can assure you of that much. As for my story,  well, I would lie to you about my past if I felt it would do me any good. Now... telling you will only make you fear me more, which works in my favor."