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

Miraculously us

Apparently I had tears forming in my eyes and Springtrap had noticed. I quickly wiped them off my face and turned my head away from him. "Y/n. Tell me what's wrong right now." Springtrap demanded. I could hear the anger and worry in his voice. I just kept silent, tightly squeezing my eyes shut and looking away from him. I felt Springtrap grab my hand and softly caress it, bringing it to his face and kissing my knuckles. I snuffled my nose and looked down into my lap as if it had suddenly become the most interesting thing.

"Y/n. I need you to tell me what's wrong or else I won't stop bothering you about it." Springtrap snapped, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. He put his other hand on my cheek and moved it to face him. So I was facing him.
"I miss my brother." I mumbled, pulling Springtrap into a hug and squeezing him as tight as I could. He tensed up but then let loose as he hugged me back, trying to bring me comfort. He didn't even question me because I had never told him I had a brother. "It will be okay y/n." I'm guessing Springtrap didn't really know how to react to this so I could tell he was trying his hardest to make me feel better.

Sometimes, feeling sad is better than always being happy. Letting out your darkest emotions is probably the best way to let go of all your tied knots and loose ends. Being happy is like leaving all your troubles behind you and just forgetting about them. Sometimes that's the best way too, but getting it all out is a lot better. Springtrap moved me so I was in his arms, bridal style and he was playing with a strand of my hair as we sat in a comfortable silence. I drew figures on his chest as a way of coping with the way I was feeling and I had calmed down.
I leaned upwards and gave Springtrap a kiss on his cheek, making him look at me with a happy face. He nuzzled his nose against mine and brought me closer to him, leaning his forehead against mine.

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(10 hours later.)

Nick had taken Delilah out again and I was doing his work in my room, again.
I didn't mind it because that meant that they got to hang out as an actual father and daughter but that also meant I was stuck, in my room, with Springtrap. I loved him but he gets really annoying after a while of me trying to focus on Nick's work. "Y/nnnnnnn.."
"Yesssss?" "I'm boreddddddd.." I sighed at Springtrap childish behaviour and put my pen down, turning around to face him.

"Then go make something downstairs. I have to get this done." I replied, pinching the bridge of my nose and turning back around, continuing to finish the paperwork. Springtrap left the room and left my door a few inches open, driving me literally crazy because I knew he did it to annoy me. I kicked the door shut and sat back down, picking up my pen.
But then I heard gunshots. And suddenly, a lot of pain. I could barely hear my own screams due to the irritating ringing in my ears. The only thing I remember seeing after that was my bloody hands and my door being slammed open.

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End of Chapter Thirty-Two.

I know, I know. My annoying short chapters are a pain but the next chapter is always a good one so it will be up and posted soon.
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