The Undying (Springtrap X Reader)(BEING REWRITTEN)

A Drink With Micheal

"Did you do something bad to those robots?"
I crossed my arms.

"Maybe.."
"Makes the two of us then."

We both stared at each other for a few moments before laughing our asses off.

"Wait here, I'll go get some beer for us to drink."
"Is it strong?"
"Of course not. I drink to enjoy it, not get sick off my ass."
"Alright."

Tonight was going to be something.
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Micheal came back with some beer.

"Here, for you miss." He handed me the bottle.

"Thank you~."

Micheal sat down and popped open the bottle, taking a sip.
I looked down at the bottle nervously.

"Have you ever drinked?"
"No, barely. I might've had just a sip when I was little and that was it."

He chuckled.

"Reminds me when I was in high school. I would go behind the school building and trade cigarettes with my friends."
"Nobody found out?"
"Oh yeah. Only my dad of course. He was driving by one day. I don't know what he was doing, I'm only guessing dropping some papers off. But he saw my friends and I smoking and I was grounded for a month."
"Wow."
"And he beat my ass to sleep that night too!" Micheal laughed.

I smiled and took a sip of the beer.

"Is it good?"
"It's not bad... just burns a little."
"That's normal. If it were stronger, you'd probably feel like you'd be on fire."

I stared at him with wide eyes.

"On fire?"
"It's alcohol, silly."
"Right..."
"Don't worry. You don't need to know everything."
"But what if I want to?"
"Then get ready for reality."

He leaned back on the couch, relaxing with his head on his right arm.

"About earlier, how did dad end up in bed with you?"

I sat there, thinking about it long and hard.

"Well you know that Anthony invited me on a date to know him better right?"
"Yep."
"I got depressed that night and uhm.."
"You can do it."
"I just really needed someone to comfort me and... he was there. Springtrap took the chance I suppose.."

Micheal seemed to fan girl a little.

"So, you're saying that big bastard was waiting to pounce on you?"
"You don't got to word it like that!"

I looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact.

"Hey! I'm not wrong here. Technically he was..."
"But still!"
"Embarrassed aren't we?~"
"Qui-"

Micheal's phone started ringing. He looked at the number.

"Who is it?"
"It's my dad."