6 Nights of Horror? Never heard of that

Thoughts

Springtrap quietly followed behind him.
"You think you have enough space in your home for an animatronic?"
"Yeah, if not, I can think of something." Kwite shrugged as he continued to walk, slowing his pace down even more so he could walk besides Springtrap.

The sun was already rising, revealing its blinding beauty, "God I forgot how the sun looked like." Springtrap said quietly.
"Yeah, in my opinion, the sun is just an annoying sibling you have which you can't get rid of cause otherwise you'll die."
"How exactly do you even function?" Springtrap asked, not every day you get to see a floating alive hoodie.
"I dunno, I just function, I can eat, drink, talk, breathe." Kwite then added, "I am also immortal."
"So you can't die? That's nice, cause I also can't die." Springtrap was pleased to know that he at least would spend time with an immortal being like himself.
"I have a cat, so you might wanna be a bit careful."
"I like cats."
"That's good." Kwite would've thrown Springtrap out the window if he hated cats.

It was about 7am when the two reached Kwite’s home.
"Behold! Your new home!" Kwite said proudly.
"This looks nice." Springtrap looked around, he would've smiled if he could.
A meow was heard, "Meet Smoke, she's my cat." Kwite picked up Smoke and showed her to Springtrap.
"She looks…Nice." Springtrap felt the cold and promising glare of Smoke on him, as if she was threatening to kill him once in for all.
"The most amazing cat in the world!" Kwite placed Smoke on a kitchen countertop so he could feed her some cat food, "If you are tired you can go and relax on the sofa."

Springtrap thought about that for a moment before awkwardly making his way to Kwite’s sofa and sitting down on it, "So, you are just gonna go to sleep now?" Springtrap asked.
"Yeah, working the whole night is tiring." Kwite watched Smoke as she ate her food, "Aren't cats such angelic beings?"
"...Yeah…Yeah they are…" Springtrap said, clearly his new roommate was a fan of cats, "You like cats.".
"Really? Oh, I wouldn't have thought of that." Sarcasm was heard from Kwite.
"Just saying." Springtrap raised his hand in the air defensively.

After 5 minutes, Kwite went back to being a depressive hoodie and went to sleep.
"Goodnight, I guess?" Springtrap said as Kwite left him. To say the least, Springtrap was quite interested in Kwite, after all, he is a floating hoodie, while he himself is an animatronic to some extent at least. When he first saw the hoodie, his first question was "How in the world is that thing alive?" And so, he decided to help the hoodie a bit when he was stalked by Bonnie in the storage room or whatever that was called. He got a closer look at Kwite and was still confused but didn't show it, he knew what Kwite thought of him at that moment, it was concerning.
Who sees a rotting animatronic and thinks "Oh yeah, I would love to fuck this thing" Clearly Kwite. So that was a cause for concern for Springtrap.
The second night, Springtrap came in for a little visit, he had no idea why he did but he did, something just told him to go and visit the hoodie.

As much of a bored dumbass Kwite was, he left the office, and Springtrap found that stupid as fuck since there were animatronics who can easily rip him apart if they came across him.
Luckily for Kwite, Springtrap found him before Golden Freddy could kill him. Through those two nights, Springtrap felt like a personal protector for Kwite. Though, he pretty much avoided the cameras, easily to know where each camera is when you have been in the same building for a long time.
And now, Springtrap was here, in Kwite’s house because Kwite offered him a space in his own house, Springtrap was surprised and grateful for that though since he could finally get away from the restaurant and spend time with his favourite person-... Favourite.

Springtrap was caught off guard by his own thought, did he really just think of Kwite as his favourite? He may have saved his sorry ass twice and now is technically living in his house, but that doesn't make them anything more then friends.
Does it?
Springtrap thought about the whole situation, if he wasn't an animatronic he would be blushing right now, not out of embarrassment, but more out of realisation that he might be very much in love with Kwite. Surely, that's impossible? Right? Oh what is he talking about, it is as clear as day that he loves Kwite.
What did he think about when agreeing to stay at Kwite’s house? Clearly he was thinking with his heart and not his brain.

Smoke looked at Springtrap very sceptically, as if unsure what to do with him, there was a bit of a threatening tone in that glare of hers which made Springtrap very uncomfortable. Cats weren't his favourite, but he didn't hate them that much. A part of Springtrap thinks that the cat will probably try to kill him sooner or later.
Springtrap looked around and saw some cat toys and G-Fuel…Lots of it.
If there was an award for the being who has the most G-Fuel in their house, Kwite would win it for sure, Springtrap was pretty sure about that.
In Springtrap’s opinion, the house was pretty nice, or maybe he was just glad to see something other than the same building over and over again.It's been a long time since a night-shifter survived till night 3.
There was one who survived a whole week but quit soon after, Springtrap didn't bother remembering his name, and by the looks of it Kwite would be the second one to survive the whole week at that cursed place.
Maybe that would be by look or maybe something else.

Time will tell.