The Undying (Springtrap X Reader)(BEING REWRITTEN)

Enough, Micheal

"SORRY? You best be GLAD I didn't FIRE you!" Micheal stood up, and went to Anthony, paying the money due for the meal. "Come on, I'm leaving unless you wanna be left behind."

He left the café, basically forcing me to catch up to him, covering my face from everybody else. I got into the passenger side in the front seat, looking over at him awkwardly.
He held onto the steering wheel, looking straight ahead with a pissed look.

"You have a lot more explaining to do."
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Micheal started the car, not saying a word as we drove to Fazbear Frights. He got out, this time, leaving me inside the car. I thought he was doing something but he never came back out. So I got out and went in, going to his office, since he was always there. I peeked in and saw him sitting there, distressed.

"Micheal?"

He didn't look at me, yet instead, staring at his broken computer.

"About that..."
"About THIS?? Having fucking ruined my computer!"
"I-"
"You know what you've done to this fucking establishment that I've worked hard to take after my father?!" Micheal raised his voice. "Now everything is gonna be fucking ruined, all because of y-"
"Enough, Micheal."

Our heads turned over to the deep, British voice.

"That is not the way to treat a woman."

The rabbit walked from out of the shadows, revealing himself. He was back, and fresher than ever. His 'new' suit looked better than ever, looking more yellower with less holes and tears.

"I didn't raise you to be like this towards young, lovely ladies."
"Father.. I can explain.."
"No, there is no excuse, Micheal!"
He grabbed Micheal by the throat and shoved him against the wall. "You. Hear. Me.."

Not gonna lie, that voice he spoke in, made me feel... different. The way he talked about women was just so... caring.

"Y-yes.. father..."
"Don't disappoint me again.."
"He's... your father?"

I don't know why I only realized. Maybe because I was hypnotized by the rabbit's voice..

Micheal nodded, rubbing his neck.

"He isn't the same... person anymore. Doesn't go by his old name. Instead we call him 'Springtrap'," He faced his father, giving each other death glares. "We're not close anymore."

"Like we ever were." Springtrap scoffed, folding his arms.

"Family problems..." I sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Obviously there would be problem when your dad is a murderer!"

I immediately looked at the two before leaving. Springtrap seemed to be heated, hating that Micheal leaked his secrets out.

SPRINGTRAP'S POV

I so badly wanted to choke him out and crush his head. Give him what he deserves. I grabbed him again, this time, holding him tighter, making him cry out in pain.

"Do you want me to remind you how you killed your younger brother?" My voice snaked out, slightly corruptive. I leaned into his ear, whispering, "I'll drag you down with me.."

"Shut up..." His eyes seemed wetter, making me satisfied. I want him to suffer, like me.
I looked over to see the girl missing.

"Fuck..."
"You wish."
"I'll make you wish too if you don't shut that smart mouth of yours..."

I shoved him against the office wall and left, looking for that girl.

Y/N's POV

I didn't want to be in that mess. I walked away as soon as they started fighting and arguing and went to get something to eat. There was some extra chocolate ice cream that Micheal left here a few days ago. I started snacking on it after grabbing a clean plastic red spoon. I wonder how his father, Springtrap is even an... animatronic. What happened in their past? I haven't yet to know.
The murderer part? It scared me, yes, but I was dying to know more before I ever notified the police. I promise myself I'll tell them when I find out.
The kitchen doors creaked open, somebody has walked in. I turned around to see Springtrap, standing there, menacingly. I jump earning a chuckle from him.

"Scared?"
"Obviously, you nugget."
"Nugget? That's new.."

Springtrap leaned on the table with his head on his hands.

"Nugget... nugget.."
"Why are you repeating it?"
"I just never heard anybody call me a nugget, ever." He chuckled.

I gave him a side eye, staying alert in case he tries to attempt anything bad...

"Riiiight.. so, anyways! You want some ice cream?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

He gave me a dead stare, like a "are you joking" expression.

"Does it look like I can eat? When's the last time you've saw robots eating?"
"I saw Chica eating pizza on a poster once."
"God damn it not that fat chicken, that's a POSTER. Not the actual robot, silly."
"Well, techni-"
"Nope, nope, nope. Not hearing you out."

Springtrap shut me out, not letting me say my opinions on animatronics eating.
I hated him a little more for that, not much, but a little bit.
I continued to eating the ice cream in my hands, taking medium bites.

"That's quite unhealthy." He muttered, looking me directly in the eyes with no shame.
"You don't say?" I looked up at him, taking bigger bites. "Jealous because I can eat?"
He looked away, giving a sense of embarrassment as he realized.
"Oh be quiet" was all he said as I teased him.

"Cute..." I immediately covered my mouth, looking up at him to be sure he didn't hear.

He was looking at me, full eye contact, open and wide, his ears perked.

That was... not supposed to come out.

Springtrap approached me, a little quicker than he was before as he is— newer. He stood in front of me, staring me directly in my eyes.

"What was that?"
"Nothing."
"It was something, do you mind repeating it for me?"
"Nuh uh."
"I know you said I was cute.."

He spilt it out like it was nothing and I felt myself tense up, embarrassed.

"You think I'm cute?"

His face leaned closer to my face, my heart began to race.