The Undying (Springtrap X Reader)(BEING REWRITTEN)

Memories

I spent the next 15 minutes trying to shove him into the car. Sure, he was bent into a weird angle, but it didn't bother him to my concern. He was robot, so this shouldn't really have done anything.

"Are you ready?"

He looked at me with a tint of excitement.

"To go home?"
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"Yessss... now fucking drive, lady."
"Or what? What if I don't?"

I moved my hands back from the steering wheel.

"I'm going to fucking kill you one day..." He sighed.

I kept a slight smirk to myself and began to get on the road.

"Genuine question... but... you're comfortable like that... right?"
"It's painful."
"Painful?"
"Excruciating."
"Excruciating?"
"Agony."
"Agony?"
"Oh shut it woman. It's a little sting compared to anything I've been through."
"If you say soooooo~"

We passed by an abandoned two-story white house.

"Do you see how pretty that house is for its age?"

Springtrap's eyes widened... or at least the 'eyelids' lifted up for all I know.

"Wait... there..."
"What about it?"
"Go back... please.."

His voice distorted, sounding distressed almost.

"Alright..."

I turned around and parked in the grass-covered driveway. I got out and opened the door to let Springtrap out.

"What's so interesting about this place that you wanna come see?"

He struggled, but he got out eventually.

"It's my house..." He walked to front door and opened it. "I lived here with my family."

"Where are they?"
"I'd not tell."

He took a step inside as the floors creaked beneath his weight. Springtrap looked around as if he saw God himself.
He walked to the living room of the house. There were cobwebs in the corners and the furniture was old, yet slightly worn. It was all made of leather and looked to be expensive. The inner interior was beautifully designed. I could only guess his wife did it.
The floor was made of nice smooth wood-tiles but it was covered in dust, making it look grey and uncleaned. I looked up at the ceiling. It wasn't a popcorn ceiling, thankfully. However, there did seem to be something inhabiting the ceiling, and it was a fan. It was a warm color and the lightbulb was missing. It looked so fancy and I'd thought about taking things from this house.
Just keep it for myself and nobody would ever know, besides Springtrap.
I saw a coffee table in the middle and their were newspapers.
I looked around me and didn't see Springtrap. He must've wandered off somewhere in the rooms. So I took the chance and began to go through the newspapers. There wasn't much, except for one. It was about the disappearances of five children and how the public began to suspect the local pizzeria in town. I remember this restaurant, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
And it all came to me so suddenly, the memories of that place....
I was a young kid during the time the place was closed for investigation. I remembered the time where I was crying and asking my parents why we had to leave. I was so naive and innocent to not comprehend the conversations people and the police had. All the drama surrounding that area, I couldn't get it.
But now, since I'm older, I understand so clearly as to why we had to permanently leave. Though Freddy Fazbear's opened again, my family chose not to go for the safety of possibly me.
It's so strange to me how I could've ended up the victim of this incident. No father, mother, opportunity, and life.
All of that could have been taken from me if not for my parents' decisions.
They loved and cared for my precious young soul, to keep me breathing and truly living.