[EDITED] | CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader

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Rework of "That Was A Trip"; (Chapter 1; CLARITY)

The sound of a banjo filled the small diner, as with the laughter and screams of children playing and singing along. You were among those children, quietly singing along with Fredbear and watching as Spring Bonnie's paw ran over the banjo, creating a smooth, bubbly tune that matched with the song perfectly. 

Everything was good, nothing could possibly ruin your day. 

The song ended and Spring Bonnie put down his banjo as an employee announced it was "Roam Time." You, and many of the other children, squealed with excitement, watching as the animatronics gently stepped off stage.

Spring Bonnie began to give out small little gift boxes, each box containing a Fredbear plush and candy to take home. You were the last to get a gift box.

"Hey kiddo. I ran out of Fredbear plushes, but I saved one just for you." The bunny animatronic said, his voice was soft and robotic. You nodded, opening the box. A Spring Bonnie plush was in it, next to candy. You smiled.

"Thank you, Spring Bonnie." You whisper, watching as he gets up to entertain more children along side Fredbear.

Nothing could possibly ruin your day.

Suddenly, a child's scream filled the once cheerful diner. A man's yell followed, continued by parents rushing their children out and someone calling the police. Your dad picks you up and rushes out, barely giving you enough time to get a good grip on your gift box. You had no idea what was happening. Why was everyone panicking? You didn't know, and your father wouldn't tell you. 

Once you were home, your dad sets you down on the couch, going into the kitchen to make a phone call. 

You turn on the tv, seeing Fredbear's Diner on the news station. You watch as the lady on the tv explains that Charlie, the owner's daughter, had been abducted and unable to be found.

You jump, startled as you feel your father's hand on your shoulder.

"I'm so grateful that wasn't you." He whispers, grabbing you and giving you a bear hug. 

You weren't sure how to feel, a mix of emotions flooded your brain. Later on, you put the gift box (after eating the candy), in your closet, turning away and doing something else to help you forget.

...

"Where is that damned thing?" You mumble, frustrated. You were looking through your old closet, packing things up. 

Your father had offered to help, but you stubbornly declined. 

"I'm an independent twenty-year-old." You had said, even though you didn't feel very independent. There was just one more thing to pack up, which was that old gift box someone had given you long ago. You couldn't remember what was inside or who gave it to you, but you remember it was important to little kid you. 

You lift up the now dusty box, grinning in triumph. 

"Dad! I found it!" You yell. 

"That's great, (Y/N)!" Your dad yells back from downstairs. You open it out of curiosity, surprised to find an old plush inside. You pick it up, recognizing the character. 

"How did I even get this?" You ask yourself, putting the box into one of your packing boxes. "Box-ception." You say, laughing at your own joke. 

"I got the truck ready when you are," Your father says, walking in. You put a box into his hands, grabbing one for yourself.