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

Nightmares with memories

It had been two hours since we ate breakfast. It had been my goal today to ignore Springtrap for the time being because why not? He almost suffocated me this morning. Yes, it might seem either toxic or I might be called a bad girlfriend, but the author needs more ideas for this story so deal with it babes.
I was heading up to my room to relax on my bed and when I got there, I noticed a little note on my desk with surprisingly neat cursive handwriting.

'I'm sorry I upset you. Please forgive me. I love you.'

I awed at the note and made a sad but smiley face at Springtraps cuteness. I folded the note in half and slid it in my drawer to keep it safe so I could look at it again later. I jumped onto my bed and hugged one of my pillows, closing my eyes and soon falling into a deep sleep.

(In your dream)

"Where am I?" I said to myself. I looked around and I was in a black room. Suddenly everything lit up in white and I covered my eyes with my arm until I got used to the sudden brightness.
I uncovered my eyes and I seen me as a kid.
My kid self picked up a purple marker and began colouring on the white walls. They did little scribbles everywhere.
When they were done, they walked right back up to me and showed me a drawing they had in their pocket.
It was a drawing of my kid self, my mother,
And my father.

Suddenly, a line of words came from her chest, saying:

"Do you like my drawing?"

I looked at the my kid self with a sweet smile and was about to say something but then,
a line of words came from my chest.

"No. Your drawings suck. Stop drawing."

I almost started to cry from those words that came from my chest. The child gave me a frown and walked away.

Then I seen them drawing in a little sketchbook. I walked behind them to see what they were drawing and it was a tree with beautiful red roses surrounding it.
Suddenly some other kids took the book and ripped it into pieces. Leaving the book scattered on the floor with a crying little me.
Suddenly, the other kids had words coming out of their chest and laughing, saying:

"Just stop drawing! Your drawings are terrible! My dog can draw better than you!"

Such horrible kids! I thought. I remembered all of these things happening to me as a child.

Then, my child self got up and walked over to somewhere else. It was to my mother and father. I watched closely as to what was happening and it looked like I was showing them a report card. I had gotten a lot of bad grades and then lines of words started to come out of my parents chest.

"It's alright little y/n. We just need to try harder next time."

That made me cry. I missed my parents. I fell onto my knees and cried as my brother came up to little me and lines of words came up and out of his chest.

"Hah! Your so stupid! And your drawings are absolute shit! Your so worthless y/n. Just give up already."

I wanted to hit him at that moment so bad. My tears turned into angry tears as they flew even faster down my cheeks from my eyes.
I then noticed my child self running off to somewhere else. I followed them and they were leading me to my childhood friends.
Words started to come from their chest.

"Yeah, sorry. We can't be friends with you anymore. We don't want to be friends with someone who has literally no future.
Your so dumb and you have no skills or talent whatsoever. Go away now."

Then my child self ran off to somewhere else. It was crying like I was by now and it became more gray than when this first started.
It was running to home. When little me reached it, I cried even harder. Words came from little me's chest, looking at the fire that had lit up our house.

"Mommy? Daddy? Big brother?"

It cried. I cried. Suddenly I was falling down a hole. I began crying harder as I watched all of these bad memories and hallucinations surround me.
I screamed as loud as I could.

Then I woke up. I was sweaty and I'm pretty sure I had screamed before I woke up. My pillow was soaked with sweat and I had tears rolling down my cheeks from the nightmare. I tore all my bedsheets and pillowcases off the bed and walked to the laundry room, throwing them in the wash and turning it on. I then went to the washroom and closed the door, locking it.
I began to reduce the amount of clothing I had on until I was left naked. I turned on the hot water of the shower but before I stepped in, I took a look at my appearance.

I looked like I had gained a few pounds after the hospital and frowned at my body. My boobs had become a bit bigger which was a win-win but my legs were a little bit chubbier than the last time I looked at them. I decided I would stop judging myself and got in the shower, starting to clean myself and wash my hair.
Then, I just stood there and let the hot water hit my skin, making it turn red from the extreme heat. It felt good, but stung little by little at the same time.
I liked the feeling of that. It was like heaven to me. I turned off the water and got out of the shower, quickly covering myself up with a towel after getting a few chills from the cold air that the air conditioning emitted through the house.

I dried myself off and put on my white housecoat, hanging up the now wet towel on the drying wrack. I walked out of the bathroom and into my room, letting the housecoat fall from my shoulders and let my skin get another feel of the cold air.
I put on a bra and a new pair of panties and then my favourite red plad pj pants and a black crop top. These were comfy clothes to me.

Then I heard footsteps coming towards my room and I immediately knew it was Springtrap due to his loud stomping. He knocked on my door. "Come in!" I yelled, quickly shoving my housecoat and dirty clothes into my dirty hamper and closing my closet doors. When he walked in, he gave me a shocked look and ran over to me. "Y/n! Your head needs to be bandaged up again!!" Springtrap yelped, running out of the room and back into it with a medkit. He sat my down on my bed and got on one knee, opening up the kit and pulling out some medical tape along with a bandage. All I could think about was my body and that dream.
My brother... I haven't seen him in a decade. Ten years since he disappeared and yet I forgot about him. He was abusive and controlling so why would I want to remember that anyways..

"Y/n?"
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End of Chapter Thirty-One!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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