Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

I Can Fix You

Your car pulled in with a squeal and you jump out, throwing your duffle over your shoulder and twisting on your heel to speed towards the front door of your lonely home. You huffed, pausing in front of the door.

It's quiet... You think.

You took a breath, gulped, and unlocked the door. You pushed it open slowly and poked your head in as it slowly moved to the side. And there you saw, your fears coming to life.

You blurted a swear and tossed your bag to the side, slamming the door shut and going over to Spring trap sitting there, eyes shut. You dropped to your knees, now shorter than him once more. You caressed your hands across his fury suit, dragging your finger tips to his short snout.

"Springtrap...? " You called his name softly, looking for his eyes to move. You heard a whirl, something humming. You felt uncomfortable but you didn't want to let him go. You whined softly, pulling away and throwing some lights on.

You ran into your room to grab a flash light, coming back swiftly and getting down in front of him again.

Normally you don't need to worry about a person when fixing these animatronics but this isn't a regular robot. You don't know who he is or why he's inside this thing, but he's human - or was. And that made you sympathize unbelievably for the silent suit.

"Hey, can you talk? " You asked, feeling odd asking. It was quiet, though, chills running down your hands and up your spine. "Hey, come on. Don't play with me. If you're going to scare me... I'm going to dismantle your legs. " You threatened, heart beat picking up.

Something buzzed again, the same sound, as if a refrigerator was trying to start or a chainsaw sputtering.

You frowned, realizing it truly wasn't a prank.

"Can you do anything to let me know you're still... there? " You asked softer this time, pressing your hand against his large fuzzy hand, the fingers extended to the side.

Springtrap was sitting oddly, like he had sat down with his knees to his chest like usual but his head was cocked to the side and his left hand was clutched into a fist while the other was open and sat on the back of itself, laid out like it fell on him.

The sight was... Pitiful.

You waited for a full minute, the sad emotion washing over you as you realized... Maybe his spirit left.

But why now? Why here, like this?

You didn't want him to leave... His company was nice...

Now you're all alone, aren't you?

Something ticked, your thoughts disrupted. You looked up, hearing the whirring again. It was louder than before but more short-lived.

"Just one more time, please. " You asked, begging for another sign he's truly there. You're tired, it's too easy to imagine this.

The whirring went off again weakly before a hiss and a shh-shlunk ruined it, drawing silence into the space again. But that was all you needed, a strong need to save who ever this fucker was. You felt so bad, you couldn't imagine being stuck in a loud clunky suit, nonetheless being paralyzed.

You got up and walked off, deep in thought.

A long time passed but you came back, face scrunched and focused with rope in your hands.

"I can fix you." You muttered, hoping what you say will be true, as you have no idea if you really can.

"Alright, if you can move at all, I'm gonna need it. " You said, standing beside him.

Springtrap didn't budge. "Fine, just me then. " You sighed, letting a shaky breath leave you.

You knotted the dark blue rope around his throat, knowing damn well it won't hurt him. Arms throbbed as you began yanking and pulling his upper half back, shoes slipping on the freshly swept wooden floor. Your body trembled with exhaustion but within about ten minutes of finding a good position and strategy, his head fell back and slammed into the floor boards with a loud crash.

You gasped, his arms having opened up more.

Now the legs should be easier, yeah?

It didn't take as long before you had the legs sprawled out too. You set up a work station. A toolbox you secretly stole from the pizzeria beside you, books laid out with information, pictures, and history laid out everywhere. You even dragged a desk lamp off your bedroom desk and sat it beside you, it's bright white light beaming harshly on Springtrap's limp suit.

It was almost like an operation table, but it worked. It was good enough.

After opening his chest cavity up, freeing space and giving room for your eyes to peer in, your hands shakily worked through his rusted parts, even more thoroughly than before.

You twisted his bolts tight so they wouldn't loosely disable him; the wires were all rotted, even the fresh ones for the voice box. It couldn't have happened all last night so you could only assume he didn't really need them... Right?

Clearing the wires, you re-attached the inner endo that worked like the small bones in a human skeleton, small, but important. They all clicked satisfyingly but his being left an ugly, uncomfortable muck all over your hands that didn't smell but felt disgusting.

You eventually got to his arms and legs, and of course his head, which was the hardest part. You lack a lot of spare parts but you couldn't see much that entirely needed replaced, not yet at least.

You bit your lip so hard in thought at one point it bled, your inner juice dripping down your lip and onto his endoskeleton. You tried to clean it but it soaked in like a rag touching a puddle.

It was odd.

After a few hours you felt starved and your head throbbed, heat flashes you had already had gotten worse. But your hands were glued to Springtrap, you couldn't let go, something called you to fix him. Maybe it was your urging curiosity, or maybe it was as if you were saving a life. Maybe both.

Your stomach growled but you fixed everything you saw unfit.

After almost seven hours, you figured out and solved the problem.

Springtrap has a chip in his head, it's regulated coding that the maker whom you assume was Henry had made for every robot so they would do their performance without needed assistance.

But for some reason, this suit had an off switch. It rotted, rust had engulfed it. It shut down every member in his body because that's how they turned them off.

You've never had an animatronic this... Aged. It was so interesting.

But to fix it, you ripped the control out and did test runs with his fingers and arms.

To simplify it for your notes;

The appendages of this older animatronic ran off of this chip, it would work too freely without it, without a purpose per say. But with the chip, it had a program and if that chip was off, it would shut down free-roam to avoid unwanted purposeless movement.

Now, without the chip, Springtrap can move without the worry of the addition of the suits job kicking back in at random times.

You couldn't help but wonder if this was one of the biggest reasons he was trapped there... Apart from the gauge you fixed in the beginning.

But after all of that nerdy work, you were tired. You were so tired you couldn't even register you were doing anything. You fidgeted with his fur, mumbling weird things from your childhood.

Then, as if your body had copied Springtrap, you fell over. Your face plopped onto his torso with a thump, body going numb.

You were out cold, no dreams, no thoughts, no faded, just silence and sleep.