Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

He Cooks, He Cleans, He... Used to work at Freddys?

But it was too late to call bloody murder, you let this thing into your home and now you need to live with it.

So, he's sensitive about his past, but obviously he's got something to do with the pizzeria Just more than you thought. Did he know Henry? Does he know Henry?

You exhaled and looked around the kitchen, walking towards a cupboard and grabbing a box of cheezits before wandering to your bedroom in a sulky manner.

William followed you, evident by the soft sound or clicks and twists.

You opened the door and went in, throwing yourself onto your bed with a groan.

"You're awfully messy. " William said coldly. You scoffed and sat up, shooting the robot a glare as it stood in your room, just finally getting inside.

"The rest of the house is clean, it's not like you need to sleep anyway so there's no reason you should be in here. Unless you start cleaning you can deal with it. " You angrily said, a bit of exhausted rage burning at your lips. You were too tired, and now you have a long week you wanted to sleep and clean being taken up by dates.

Oh, oh! And there's a giant robot in your room that threatened you.

You whine into your pillow, but seconds laying there turned into hours. You eventually passed out, a weird fizz of dreams and voices calling out in your mind as you laid on your stomach, limp in your messy multicolored blankets. You couldn't put anything together, it was all too foggy. But you could hear childish voices muttering names; springtrap, springy, him, it's him, and it all repeated.

It repeated until you woke up with a throbbing, absolutely on fire migraine.

It was late... But how late?

You sat up stiffly, feeling your limbs cross and crack with a pleasant feeling, finally being moved. You rubbed your crusted, heavy eyes and scooted over to the blinds beside your bed. You lifted them up and it was, in fact, extremely dark outside. You could see the stars sparkling and glowing beside the big moon, full with all of its glory.

It would've lit up your room, but all the lamps were on.

You were confused and slithered out of the covers, looking around with a groggy feeling.

"Did I leave the lights on? " You mutter, your voice dry and coarse. You winced, it hurt. So you waddled to your bathroom and drank some tap water before fixing your hair and washing your face clean of the makeup. Or whatever makeup was left after sleeping and an almost eight hour shift. You changed out of the sweaty, greasy work clothes and left the bedroom entirely.

You went down the short hallway and into the kitchen, hearing sounds of pans moving and things grinding around.

You suddenly felt uneasy.

You don't live with anyone... Right?

"Hello? "

"My, my, look who's awake. I thought you were trying to die. " A large animatronic said dully, turning to you. You met eyes with William and gasped, the jaw of his mask snapped on one end. "Oh, yeah, I fell. It was crooked so I tried to fix it but it's very hard to do anything with this hands. " He grumbled.

You stared, pale and horrified at the sight of something inside his suit.

"What's that? " You asked meekly. William blinked, stood straight, then stuck his hand into his suit.

"Oh... " He muttered. "I didn't know rats got in. " William mumbled, grabbing the corpse of a rotting rodent. You squealed and ran all the way across the kitchen.