The Undying (Springtrap X Reader)(BEING REWRITTEN)

Flashback

I realized something. I had feelings. And I wanted to touch them.
I wanted to swallow everything.
I wanted to feel her warmth.
Yet, I just couldn't.
I'm just a dead man in a suit.
I can't feel anything.

I shut her bedroom door and went back downstairs and layed on the couch, shutting down.
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It was probably around 7 in the morning that I woke up. I didn't feel tired or anything, but I wished I could have woken up at a later time so Y/n would be awake.
It was no big deal though as I got to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast.
It wasn't much, but I decided to be generous this morning.
I made Y/n her favorite breakfast.
And it smelt so good. Lord, it made me want to be human again.
Now... you're asking— "but you can eat, why are you asking to be human?" let me remind you... it just doesn't feel the same.
Breakfast was finished by around 8 in the morning and I found myself humming a familiar song. Yet, I just couldn't put my finger on what it was.
It was a fairly old song, from the 70's, and it was more upbeat and cheery.
I miss the days my wife and I would sing together and it was all-so lovey without the kids.
I miss her hair, oh her soft hair, her glowing eyes... her warm skin tone as bright as the shining sun.
I miss her voice. The way her dress flowed on her during our wedding day.
It really brung out her features.
Her voluptuous figure... she was beautiful in just the right places.
Her lips.... those lips. I ached to feel them just one more time.
However, I truly wasn't interested in Y/n. The more I think about it, the more I feel like he manipulated me in a way to feel something for Y/n.
I never felt anything for her.
Here I am, looking down at the food I made for her. For someone I don't love. Someone I met for the sake of getting out of that place.
It didn't feel right. I was saving this ring for my wife.
But how could she? How could she have left me...?
She vowed to never leave me no matter what.
I dedicated my love to her.
I created a design for her.
She never took it.
She never wanted to be a part of it.

Y/N'S POV

Waking up, I felt a wave of comfort. The bed had sunk a little, and I didn't mind it.
It was so soft, so much that I relaxed there for an extra five minutes until I sat up and stretched.
I had my comfy pajamas on and I got changed into something more casual. Nothing too fancy.
Then it hit me, there was a sweet and warm aroma coming from downstairs.
My stomach growled as I became nauseously hungry.
What was he cooking up in there?
I left my room, quietly shutting the door and sneaking downstairs without a step to be heard.
I grabbed onto the rails, peeking around the corner. There he was, Springtrap, standing there and staring at the food menacingly. He seemed to look lost and almost angry, even.
I didn't want to bother him so I went back upstairs to my room and shut the door. I dialed Micheal's number.
He didn't answer the first few times so I did it again...

"Hello? Y/n? Anything wrong?"
"Kind of..."
"Did he hurt you? Did he do anything bad?"
"No, not at all. I'm not hurt anywhere. It's just that Springtrap looks a little out of it, you know? He's just standing there and staring out into the void. Do you know anything about this?"
"No.. I never saw him like that before. It could be from last night."
"What? What did you say to him?"
"Ahh... hold up one moment," Micheal sat down his phone for a few minutes. I'm assuming he had to do something real quick.
"Okay I'm back. I had to finish my food."

I heard his smacking. It was a bit... awkward. But I'm not the one to judge. Besides, I'm sure he probably thinks I can't hear it.

"So, last night, you went to bed at like 1 in the morning and Springtrap took you to bed, remember?"
"Yes."
"So uh, we decided to stay up for about two to three hours and have some family time together. We just ate all we could and had a talk."
"What was that talk about?"
"Well, he was upset about Henry, don't think you know him, but they were practically buddies at the time. They both made Fredbear and Springbonnie together."
"Fredbear?"
"Yes, it was a huge, bulky bear. But I don't have good thoughts about it..." Micheal's tone lowered.