Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Forgetting

The sky had darkened greatly, the time rounded to nine in the evening. Crickets and cicadas buzzed softly, not yet reaching their full song.

A quiet rang through the home, all the lights on and a mess scattered in each room like a robbery took place. It was kind of creepy.

A buzz began, and then ticking.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

Tick, tick--

A pause silenced the hum before a groan echoed.

"My head, " A raspy voice rumbled in a tired voice.

Springtrap turned his head, his eyes glancing around. He could see awfully clearer than before and something felt... Empty inside him. It felt clean.

He huffed, seemingly stiff.

The animatronic sat up and eyed the set up around him. Books everywhere, pages open, some ripped out and sat beside others. A lap was brightly laid out on him, which could've been the cause of his head ache...

And then apart from the tools misplaced across the floor, there was a human.

You, it was you.

You had passed out across his lower torso, rolled down to his hips when he sat up. You were fast asleep with a black-dirt covered wrench between your clutches.

"Y/N? " Springtrap called to you.

But you were dead to the world.

He watched you. You breathed in, then out. Your chest rising and falling so peacefully, so fragile.

He stared for a while before pushing you off and looking around at the ruined home. He sighed deeply, frustrated. The clutter was painful to look at.

"You're so stupid, kid. " Springtrap mumbled, looking down at you. "But you fixed me, " He whispered under his breath, lifting his hands to watch them move with such ease. He didn't ache anymore, no throbbing pain, no stiffness. He was... Agile.

He glanced down at you again, a loud exhale dispersing.

"Poor thing, " He bent down carefully and grabbed you as gently as he could, lifting you up until he could pick you into his arms bridle-style. He felt disgusting holding you like this, but it's the least he could do. He's not entirely heartless.

"You need to fix your work station, this is depressing. " He scoffed.

Springtrap carried you back to your room, bumping your feet and even one time your head on the surroundings. Though he soon settled you into your bed, tucking you in and crouching down beside your sleeping body.

He stared for a bit before reluctantly reaching out.

Springtrap pressed the fur-covered fingertip against your cheek, pausing hesitantly before brushing the hair strands going rogue behind your s/c ear.

You hummed, digging your cheek into the pillow as drool pooled out from your pink lips. You were in an odd position, your neck crooked and your hand twisted childishly.

Springtrap watched longer, stuck there but willingly this time.

But... It eventually got to him that the home was a wreck, so he left your sleeping figure to clean up your chaos.

When your eyes drew open, sunlight warmed your skin. You groaned, turning over to face away from the bright window that ruined your morning.

Something rang, a jingle screaming into the room and adding to your morning headache. Your face felt puffy and your eyes struggled to open, feeling crusted and sore almost.