BOOK 1 Spring trap, Y/n, and Delilah (springtrap x fema!e reader)

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I was cleaning up the kitchen and putting leftovers into containers and into the fridge.
Delilah has been watching tv for a while and Nick is up in his room working. Springtrap was sitting in the kitchen and watching me do my thing. "So.. what did you and Matt do in his parents closet? I know you didn't just stand there and wait." Springtrap asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I don't think we should talk about this right now. Not when Delilah is in the other room." I said, placing the containers of food in the fridge. "And why not? I don't think she would hear." Springtrap said, watching as I put the dirty dishes in the sink and put some dish soap on a sponge. "Because. I think you already know what happened." I turned on the tap, making sure that the water was warm before I started to wash the dishes.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. I want to hear it from you." I heard him getting up and coming closer to me. "Well I don't want to talk about it so you can shut your mouth and go focus on something else." I snapped, rinsing the pan I used and putting it on a drying rack.
"Geez y/n. What's gotten into you?" Springtrap pouted, standing beside me and drying the pan I just washed, putting it away.

I ignored him, knowing he just wants to get on my nerves. I washed the bowls that we used and set them on the rack, now only having to wash the pot and dirty utensils. "Y/n. Something is up. Tell me what it is." Springtrap went on, drying the bowls and putting them up in the cupboards. I continued to ignore him, continuing to wash the rest of the dishes and dry off my hands. I grabbed the sponge again and wiped off any excess on the stove an placed it back in the sink.

"Y/n. Don't ignore me. I know you can hear me." Springtrap snapped, placing his hands on my shoulders and making me look up at him. "It's none of your business! Leave me alone!" I shouted, smacking his hands off of me and making my way upstairs.

"Jesus.. do you know what's gotten into her tonight Dels?" Springtrap asked Delilah who was peaking over the couch at what was happening. "Nope. You probably did something." Delilah said, moving her focus back onto the tv. "What?! No. I didn't do anything!" Springtrap snapped, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch beside Delilah. "Trying to get into her business is only making her mad. Just wait until she's ready to talk to you about it!" Delilah said, sounding like a therapist.

"Hm.. maybe your right.. I will ask her later.." Springtrap slouched down on the couch, watching what was on the tv with Delilah.
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'I'm such an idiot.' I thought, slamming myself down on my bed. 'I like Springtrap.. not Matt. But yet I had sex with him. I even warned myself that I may be making a wrong decision but did it anyways!!! I'm so stupid... stupid, STUPID!!' I groaned, smacking myself in the face. 'My feelings are so clear, yet I did that. Why can't I get the two of them out of my head!?!' I thought, sitting up and grabbing my phone.

You: Hey Peyton.

Peyton: Yes y/n?

You: Can I come over..?

Peyton: Yep. Omw to come get you. You can explain everything in the car.

You: okay.. I'm sleeping over btw.

Peyton: Yes, yes you are.

I turned my phone off and started to pack a bag with enough things for tomorrow like changes of clothes, pjs, toothbrush, hair brush, face wash, socks, stuff like that. I walked out of my room and into Nick's, seeing that he's still working. "Hey Nick, I'm gonna go to a friends house for the night, okay? I will be back by 1pm tomorrow." I explained. He lifted his head and gave me tired eyes. "Okay y/n, just be safe. Love you." He said, putting his focus back on his work. "Love ya too." I said, closing his door and going back to my room.

I grabbed my bag and walked downstairs, placing my bag at the door. "Where are you going y/n?" Delilah asked, half asleep. "I'm going to Peyton's house for the night. And you are getting into bed. Go and brush your teeth and off to bed you go." I said, playing with the hair on her head and sending her upstairs. That left me and Springtrap alone downstairs.

"Look y/n, I'm sorr-" "it's fine." Was all I said before leaving out the front door, watching as Peyton's car pulled up to the driveway.
"Get in chick, you've got a lot of explaining to do." Peyton said, driving off as I put my seatbelt on and threw my bag in the back seats.

"Don't worry, he didn't do anything. It's another guy I'm worried about." I said, looking down in my lap as Peyton drove. "What do you mean?" He asked. "I mean, I had sex with Delilah's best friends super hot older brother when I already had feelings for... Springtrap.." I explained, knowing that Peyton was going to yell at me.

But, he didn't. "Jesus y/n.. you've realllyyyy messed up." Peyton said, slowing down at a red light. "I know.. I don't know what to do." I told Peyton, watching as the traffic light struggled to turn green. "First off, I see the way you look at Springtrap. It makes me want to barf at how lovey dovey you two look but love is love. I can't change it. Second, why would you have sex with that other guy if you already knew that you loved Springtrap?!" Peyton asked, getting a little frustrated with my situation.

"I don't know!! I thought I liked Matt so I just went with it!! I didn't realize at the time so I thought it wouldn't matter. Now I realize how messed up that is." I explained, getting shivers up my spine as we drove. Peyton sighed heavily and took a deep breath. "Your going to tell Springtrap what happened. I'm not saying you confess to him, but just.. tell him what happened with Matt. You can't live with Springtrap knowing that he doesn't know what you did with Matt." Peyton stated, speeding up the car a little as the speed limit grew.

"I know.. I will. I just.. I need to find the words for him.."
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End of Chapter Nineteen.

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