Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Broken Still

You awoke, yawning and hissing as you realized it was finally time.

Slipping out of bed, you padded to the bathroom and slammed the door, hearing something go sshhh-clunk in your room. You quickly got dressed, literally grabbing clothes from your basket you failed to put away earlier. You put on the cold, uncomfortable purple work uniform and fixed your hair. You put on a bit of makeup and bit your lip as you stared into the mirror for a moment.

A date with Henry?

Do you look okay? Does he like you without makeup? Should you wear more...?

Does he use...

No, stop thinking about that. You're going to work, not prom.

You quickly left and grabbed your bag by the door, ignoring anything you left on or didn't put away.

You slammed the front door shut and jumped into your car, the trailer still attached.

You groaned, too tired to take it off and... Honestly you didn't know how.

So, frustrated and in a rush, you left the parking lot and drove off quickly before having a second thought.

At the pizzeria, you swiped your key card and went in, not as early as before but early enough you suppose. You wandered around and made sure every room was empty, cleaning up trash the dayshift neglected.

You also didn't feel a draft. Its likely the hole you made apparent was sealed up... That just means you can't put Springtrap back if you wanted to for whatever reason.

Springtrap...

"Fuck! " You yelled, standing in the play room with the disfigured Mangle by your feet. You groaned so loudly you heard it echo down the large checkered hallway. What do you do? Call home? Could he physically pick up the phone or would he break your only house phone?

You groaned again and sulked your way to your opened office.

This was a terrible start to the night. Could it get any worse?

Back at home, where you longed to be, sat a giant metal hunk of angst in your bedroom. Springtrap watched you leave and didn't say a word, only viewing.

The bedroom had become a fresh mess within a couple minutes of you rushing around. He especially made sure not to say a word, though, because god knows he doesn't want to hear you yell at him for being in the way again.

It's been three days at best and he's already fed up with you. He can't stand how much you argue and how you need to be right when it comes to him, why can't you be quiet and listen? Be complacent.

But honestly, this isn't a bad house.

Springtrap lead himself around every room for about an hour, just exploring newer things like playing with the shower and looking at all of your products in your personal bathroom. He even searched your cupboards to see what you eat, but they were empty.

Finally, it was a full hour after you've left and he was bored already.

Springtrap sat himself down in front of the home entrance, staring at it. He was losing his mind with boredom, he hated the sound of the cicadas and shut every window just to block them out. Every car that passes at this late hour adds to his throbbing headache. Even sitting still feels disgusting to him.

Now, as time passed oh so painfully slow, Springtrap still sat.

He turned his head slowly to the clock on the wall, a circular shaped item with a cute bird design inside, ticking.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock...

He groaned and turned back to the door.

"Three in the mornin," He grumbled to himself. "Three more hours to go. " Every so often his body would jutter, like it was running low on battery or something. But he wasn't worried.