[EDITED] | CLARITY | Springtrap x Reader

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Rework of "The Insane Side Of Me"; (Chapter 2; CLARITY)

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This chapter contains triggering subjects such as; Blood, gore, and trauma.

You have been warned.

Springtrap had a huge sense of dread that seemed to loom over him, a mental pressure against his own consciousness. It wasn't painful, but it was slightly annoying to deal with. It kept trying to kick him out of his own body, it felt like. 

Then the voice began to start in his mind, swirling around in his thoughts. Springtrap couldn't understand what it was, but it was slow and thoughtful from the sound(?) of it. 

"Let me in." The voice suddenly said. Everything in Springtrap stopped.

It sounded just like the man who had been inside of him when that girl was killed. The voice stopped when another person came in, on the phone with someone.

"Yeah man, it's pretty dope, right? We decided to name it Springtrap. 'Cause, like, y'know." The person laughed. The person on the phone strolled casually up to Springtrap, looking down at him. His name tag read "Paul". 

"Yeah, I moved him around a little. Can't believe you got freaked out over that." Paul laughs into the phone, walking away.

Something in Springtrap suddenly snaps, making him lose control of his own body, it seems. 

He knew that other force was now controlling him somehow. Was it the body inside of him?

"Don't even try to stop me." It sneers, and Springtrap stumbles, leaning onto the wall for support. Springtrap didn't know what to do, though he couldn't really do anything for the matter. 

Minutes later, he had finally arrived at what looked to be the office, Paul sitting in an office chair, turned away from Springtrap. 

"Perfect." The voice whispers inside of his own mind, making him slowly walk forward.

"Hold on, dude, I think I hear something." Paul says, turning around at the last second to see Springtrap looming over him. He yells something into his phone before Springtrap grabs him by the neck, throwing him violently into a wall. The phone falls to the floor, the screen shattering as Paul wheezingly screams out. 

Springtrap couldn't do anything, though he wanted to stop this. But he couldn't, and it was more torture than having to watch all of this unfold before him. Paul screams again, this time louder and stronger. 

Springtrap once again closes his fist(?) around Paul's throat, lifting him up a few inches above the ground. 

A terribly loud snap echoed throughout the air while Springtrap tore off Paul's arm, something breaking. Paul couldn't even scream, his face turning purple. 

He was dead in seconds after Springtrap snaps his spine. 

...

"What in the fresh hell is happening, Paul-" You yell, cutting yourself off, seeing a bloody, torn mess of Paul on the ground and that massive pile of flesh and metal now standing, looming over Paul with his arm in its hand. 

You freeze with fear as it stares at you. 

It takes a step forward, and you run.

"W-a-ait-!" Springtrap says, his voice glitchy and broken. You could barely hear it. 

You exit the building, locking your car's doors and sitting there, breathing heavily. 

Your co-worker just died.

That thing he had named, Springtrap, had completely murdered him. 

It reminded you of something, but you blocked it out, feeling traumatized. 

"Not right now." You say to yourself, shaking your head. 

You eventually drive back home, trying to forget about what had just went down. You knew you wouldn't be able to forget it, no matter how much you might try. Yet the worst part was that you still had an urge to see Springtrap again, and you didn't know why. 

But you weren't going to. You were going to go back to work tonight and make sure it didn't get anywhere near you. 

Yeah. That was a good plan. Totally.

...

Something began to burn in your lungs, though you weren't sure why or what it is. Was it fear? Disgust? Anger?

You never liked Paul to begin with, nor his friend, Gary. You always got bad vibes from Gary, even at Paul's funeral (which you attended due to straight pity for the deceased man.)

You sigh, flipping through cameras, searching for it.

Was Springtrap hiding? In his original spot? 

You had half-expected the mass of metal parts, mold and flesh to be trying to kill you as well. Your eyebrows furrowed, your vision getting a bit fuzzy as a loud, beep began to play and a red light begins flashing, ruining your vision even more. 

You slide over to the maintenance panel, looking closely before tapping on the "VENTILATION" button. A few beeps later and the red light and beeping stops, your vision returning to you. Your breathing regulates, unaware that you had been hyperventilating. 

You settle back down, calming yourself from the small panic you had just experienced. Paul was right, the air ventilation around here is shit. 

You scowl, returning to the cameras, hoping nobody would appear.

Which nobody did, much to your delight.

...

As you were leaving, you catch a glance from Springtrap, who was looking up at you. It had a sad(?) expression, leaving you confused. You speed-walk out of the building, getting into your car, unsure of what to think about that. 

It has emotions? 

No, it shouldn't. It's just a machine, right? 

It was just programmed to do that. Yeah, that's it.

Programming.