The Undying (Springtrap X Reader)(BEING REWRITTEN)

A Random Day At My Home

"Fatass."

I ignored Springtrap's remark and gave him the food to hold it.

"I can't eat this, silly."
"I know."

Finally, I began to drive back to my own house to peacefully just eat myself to death.

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Springtrap and I arrived to our destination, my home. Yes, that's right, MY home you slow sh-

"This is it?"

I turned around and looked at him dead in the eyes.

"Yes this is my home."

He stared at it for a few seconds, a few seconds too long.

"It could use a little... help"
"Help? The fuck you mean?"
"Renovation. Clear it up a bit. Make it look... presentable."

He waved his hands around, making a landscape of this imaginary fancy house.

"Ugh! Whatever! What does some thing like you know anyways about houses anymore?" I got out, grabbing some of my food. "Carry the rest in, please."

I made my not-so-jolly ass to the front door and realized I couldn't unlock it because my hands were full. Which was just amazing. Another problem to stumble and full over.
I walked back to the car and stood in front of it, setting the food down on it. I couldn't see Springtrap since my car windows had that tint which prevented people from looking in. If I'm being real with you right now, it did scare the shit out of me that he was watching me, and I couldn't see him whatsoever.
That spine-chilling feeling took over my body. I felt like had a bit of a shock travel from my head to my toes.
I looked down at the ground and saw bits of speckles of snow. I haven't realized that most of the snow had melted away. The weather sure can be bipolar sometimes.
My eyes quickly glanced at a pair of glowing eyes, they were silver and pierced through my soul, and probably my past generations' soul too.
It gave me even more creeps and my hands scrambled to find the right key to fit through my door lock.
I just waddled over to the floor and began freaking out as I failed to keep trying to put the key in.
I let out a squeak as I felt hard, solid hands wrap around the key-hand.

"Calmly, dear." Springtrap's thumb traveled down my wrist, pressing down. "You stick it in just like this... smoothly and elegantly~..."

He was whispering in a relaxed tone and my mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts I couldn't keep up with. He really knew how to make you freak yet be soothed.

He was a puppeteer to my hand as he guided it to the door. Springtrap made the key graze over the lock, slowly putting it in.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Nothing came out of mouth. I was too flustered and embarrassed that I just didn't know what to do.

"Y/n? Are you alright?..." He looked down at me with those piercing eyes. Somehow they managed to show some worry and comfort.

"I'm.... fine. I'm doing amazing~... thanks."

I pushed open the door and rushed to the kitchen. I took my phone out and the time was already 9:10 PM. By this time, my stomach was rumbling and you could probably hear it growling too.
I ripped the lid to my Big Mac off, grabbing the burger, and devouring it.
I didn't pay any attention to Springtrap setting down the rest of my stuff and silently judging my unwomanly manners. I was eating like a dog that hasn't eaten in about two days.
For as long as I can remember, I always never really skipped out on food and when I did, I turned into a monster.