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

Black crayola markers

It had been about 30 minutes of me drawing and I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in..!" When the door opened, it was Springtrap. 'Of course it's him. Stupid jerk..' I thought, crossing my arms and turning to look at him in my chair.
"What do you want." I snapped, giving him a bitchy look. Whattt?? He deserves it. "Sorry." Was all he said before slamming my door shut. I could just hear him lean against my door and listen to anything I might say or do.
"Lying prick..." I said, just to tick him off.
I heard a sigh and faint footsteps walk away from my door. I looked at my drawings and closed my book, setting it off to the side and standing up,  limping over to the door and opening it, going downstairs into the kitchen.

Delilah, still being in her call, watched me limp through the hall and gave me a smile. I smiled back at her and continued to go down the stairs. Once I reached the kitchen, I grabbed a glass and poured myself a cup of water. 'I remember I always went down here to get water and then me and him would play around..' I thought, remembering that dream again.
How many times we argued or flirted with each other at the midst of midnight..
I want that to be real.

I sighed, opening up the cabinet and got on my tippy-toes to grab them. When another hand grabbed them for me, I was brought to that dream again..

I went to the cabinet with the cookies in it and went on my tippy-toes to get them.
Then I seen a hand, specifically Springtraps, effortlessly reach into the cabinet and grab the pack of cookies. I sighed, looking down.
"Please, just listen to me?" Springtrap pleaded, handing me the cookies. I took a deep breath and nodded, not wanting to say anything to him. "I know I didn't have the right to say what I said. I'm sorry y/n. I should have never brought them up. I'm so sorry, please forgive me." Was Springtrap.. begging? Oh lord...

I was brought back to reality when a little tap on my shoulder startled me. I turned around and seen Springtrap, obviously wanting to say something. "Sorry- I scared you." He actually sounded calm.
"It's.. fine." I said, looking up and him.
Right now, there was an awkward silence between us and I was beginning to get annoyed. "So.. what exactly do you want?"
I spoke up, putting the cookies that he gave me on the counter and crossed my arms, leaning on the now closed cabinet.
"I want to properly apologize for.. hurting you... earlier.." Springtrap said softly, bringing up the TRAGEDY that happened about and hour ago.

"Well I.." I wanted to forgive him, but I also didn't because of the bruises he put on me. "I... I forgive you." I faintly said, not putting much emotion into it.
"No. You don't have to forgive me. I hurt you.. badly." Springtrap kneeled down to my level and held both my wrists gently, looking at the very bad job I did trying to bandage them. Before he could do anything else, I pulled my wrists away from him and put them behind my back.

"I forgive you. Don't hurt me again though or I will seriously rat you out to Nick." I said, looking at him with an evil smile. He looked down and sighed in relief. It looked like all the 'muscles' in his suit had relaxed. "Okay, I won't." He said, standing up. I grabbed the cookies off of the counter and continued my journey upstairs to my room.
I opened up my laptop and opened Netflix, putting on my favourite show.
(Idk just choose a show of your choice. Gotta be a comedy tho;))

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My door opened, and in came a very tired out Springtrap. "Y/n, save me from her. Please." He said, toppling over to my bed and falling down on it. Then in came a very demonic looking Delilah. She had black marker all over her eyes and fake blood everywhere. "Blahhh!!! I'm gonna eat you for dinner- wait. ARE THOSE COOKIES?!" She said, tackling Springtrap as he played with her.
I could only giggle at their playfulness.
"Yep." I opened up the package and handed her one. She nommed it down like there was no tomorrow and continued to attack Springtrap.

Mother mode turned on and I moved beside Delilah, picking her up and sitting her down on my bed. Off of Springtrap.
"Delilah. What is on your eyes." I sternly asked, raising my eyebrow at her.
She nervously chuckled, looking down and playing with her hands. "Black crayola marker.. it washes off!" She excused, looking back up at me. I sighed and picked her up. "We need to wash this off! And don't tell your father than you had it on your face!" I said, walking to the bathroom. I looked back at Springtrap and he smiled at me and winked. Then continued to gain his energy back from Delilah attacking him.

I stepped into the washroom and placed Delilah down on the counter, grabbing a cloth with warm, soapy water. I began to gently rub at her eyes to get the black off while she giggled. "That tickles!" She said, giggling and trying to sit still on the counter. I chuckled, just putting the whole rag on her face. She took it off and put it on mine, making my face wet.
"Hey!" I said, taking it off and putting it back on her. She laughed and put her hands on her face, taking it back off and throwing it in the sink.

I chuckled and picked it up again, continuing to clean off her eyes. Once I got it all off, she hopped off the counter and ran back to my room.
All I could hear was Springtraps shouts for help as I walked back to my room, only to see Delilah back on top of Springtrap. I laughed at his situation and took the cookies off my bed, bringing them back to the kitchen.

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End of Chapter Thirty-Four!

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