"Well, are you going to just stand here and stare, or run away screaming?" The thing before you bellowed out with a raspy laugh staring down at you with its much taller stature.
"How do you have life, you're just animatronic?"
"Oh, I am much more than that."
You have the feeling this is the moment you should be dashing to your escape but you're enamored with the entity. It or he, you couldn't choose, stared back at you, waiting for you to move also.
"Why aren't you running?"
"I've never seen something so unbelievable, please, I beg of you tell me what you are."
"That should not be your concern right now."
"So?" You scoff at the statement, letting any stupidity take hold of your mind. This was too interesting not to be a little stupid with, what's the worst that could happen?
"I could demolish you right here and now, smash your skull into the wall, and play with your insides as I please, so tell me, why shouldn't I?"
"You could, but I can repair you if you want."
You can feel your knees giving out just a little now, and your heart throbbing in your chest like your ribs are a cage to it. You weren't lying, you could repair this thing, and that's all you could offer.
"Repair me, do you know who I am?"
"No, not at all."
The thing paused in the conversation, looking you over carefully. The only thing you could hope was on its mind was your braveness, taking it to be foolishness in disguise.
"Good, then we have a deal."
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You brought back your truck appropriately 20 minutes after leaving the building. You had retrieved a tarp and several towels to put the animatronic into the back, hoping that he would agree to this.
Before leaving all you had been told was his name was "Springtrap''. It was a big play on words from what you could tell with the rotting corpse trapped inside of the suit. Of course, that wasn't the real name of this "man" you found. You'd have to do some research later, but the main focus was on you to keep this deal.
This deal was that you will fix him and not die as payment, an absolute piece of cake and more of a reward to you than you could ever imagine. If you angered him it would be over before you knew it, you remind yourself.
Your mind danced with so many questions as you drove back to the place with your fingernails digging into the worn leather steering wheels. It felt so good you wanted to throw up, it was so terrifying and amazing at the same time.
You parked close to the back of the building, trying to be as quiet as possible so you wouldn't have prying eyes on you when trying to get an animatronic rabbit out the back. You get out of the door, keeping keys in the ignition, grab the tarp to go ahead and cover the truck bed.
While you did this, you could hear creaking and shuffling footsteps making their were closer to you with blazing eyes on your neck.
"I'm almost done, don't worry." You mumble out, busy with the tarp ties.
"What's your name?"
"Mikolas."
You doubted he'd remember or even know how to say that, didn't matter in the long run as long as you answered his question. After you finally adjust the trap you hold it open, offering the rabbit to climb in.
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Hayran KurguSpringtrap/Willam Afton x male reader (Word count: 32,160) You own a small business with not much visitors, but come across something non human enough to help you. Routines become faded as you do the bidding of the corpse in your house.