Male! Reader x Fem!Springtrap (Purple Lady)

Prelude

-Purple Lady's POV-

"It's over, Foxy!" I said laughing. The animatronic's voice warped into a deep pitch before shutting down. I was filled with a great sense of triumph as the various pieces crashed to the floor. That feeling was interrupted when I heard a sound coming from outside the room. I shined my flashlight at the darkness of what was the rest of the pizzeria. Now the sound was getting closer and I could make out what it was. Crying. From a kid. I opened my mouth to say some kind of insult or threat, but before I got a word out, I saw who and what they were. The little bastard from years back appeared as some kind of spirit. He looked just as he did when I last saw him. I was scared out of my mind. The kid was saying something in a distorted voice. It seemed like he was simultaneously crying and speaking. Although I couldn't hear exactly what it was, I made out fairly easily that he was blaming me for what I had done. 

"Oh, hey buddy. R-remember me?!" I told him, trying to sound intimidating despite my fear. Another child's apparition revealed himself in the light. "Looks like you're here now t-too, huh?" I told the second one. That's when all the rest showed up. Some even started to sound angry. At least by then I had worked up some courage.

"W-well the gang's all here! Perfect!" I shouted so they could hear over there own voices. "Don't you put this on me!. It's not my fault that you were all stupid enough to get yourselves into this! You have nobody else to blame! You just couldn't listen to anything your parents told you, could you?!" I gave a long sigh. "Now, piss off!" I growled.

The kids refused to move. Just staying in the doorway continuing on with their anguish.

I remembered the suit/animatronic hybrid that lay abandoned in there. The character was named Springtime April. It was supposed to be Bonnie's sister or something like that. A sort of "guest" that would occasionally hang out with the band.

I had an idea. It was a long shot, but their really seemed no alternative at the time.

Quickly I locked the suit's mechanisms into place and got inside.

I couldn't believe what happened next. I was right. The kids WERE so traumatized that they now had a look of complete terror on their faces. I just started laughing hysterically. It worked!

"I didn't think it was possible, but you brats look even more pathetic in death! A bunch of whining kids that can't-" I gasped. The sound of one of the spring locks coming apart echoed inside the suit. I froze, not sure whether to scream or try to get out of it. But there was not even remotely any time to think. The first of the gears pushed rapidly into my left side, breaking all of the ribs. As I cried out from the pain some other mechanical parts swept across my back, slicing the skin. Next my right arm just seemed to break apart. Each time, the sound of the locks breaking seemed to announce the next feeling of pain that was coming. One after the other. It felt like every joint in my limbs was getting wedged with something. The right side gears finished crushing my torso. Something came up into my chest. With a loud clang two objects pierced my jaw. The face machanisms of the costume finally rushed forward, pushing through my skull. I couldn't think. In those moments all I knew was agony.

I could feel I was gurgling blood, but I could not see or hear anymore. I don't remember the exact moment of death. I only remember waking up.