Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Pranks Gone Wrong

After driving out, you finally completely calmed down from this morning. Cars were backed up on lots of roads today, a major accident on a particular road you often take to the store making it difficult to do much of anything.

At the store, however, it was blissfully unpacked. You took this advantage to grab everything you could normally never get to due to other customers selfishly taking up the whole isle. You got the fruits, milk, vegetables, a couple meats, and some other foods before grabbing necessities. You made sure you had everything you needed so you could avoid another trip out for maybe a whole month if you could spare it. But, you took a moment to grab something extra too.

After a calm shopping experience you use self check out and book your way out of the front doors, the beep of the entrance sliding open and close reminding you all too well of work.

With everything loaded into the car, you took off home, already past the two hour mark from traffic.

You got home and rushed inside before grabbing your groceries, coming in to a still clean house, but silence.

You were unnerved, stepping in and placing your foot softly onto the hardwood floors. Your eyes peeled around every corner carefully.

"Springtrap? " You called, worried he'd be mad... Or broken.

You padded around quietly, poking your head around corners and even moving pillows as if he could hide behind them.

You were panicked, heart beating out of your chest. Fresh anxiety rushed through your veins as you hurriedly threw blankets and moved tables. Where did he go? Did he leave?

"Springtrap?! " You called again, filling the house with your worried yelling. Your footsteps became fierce and loud as you rummaged around your own home looking for a giant robot but you couldn't find him.

You sulked down against the wall, facing the front door a good fifteen feet away. It was wide open, your car still running.

He must've escaped while you were gone, probably angry that you slammed the door on him.

Now he's gone and you feel... Terrible.

He wasn't nice but he made you breakfast, he wiped your tears, and he kept you company. You haven't had someone in the house in... Years.

You let out a soft sniffle, shuffling so your body was as close to you as it could be, limbs tense and snug around every rounded inch of your flesh.

It was quiet for a good ten minutes until you heard something clatter and smack behind you, coming from the hallway bathroom.

You lifted your head so fast it smacked the wall, twisting your body to glance down the narrow space into the open door way.

Something rumbled, like metal being played with and jerked around. You got a little unnerved, getting on all fours and holding your breath. You couldn't breathe through your nose because of all the snot from crying, so you had to simply suffocate silently.

You went over to the door like a dog, peering your head around the corner to see a big fluffy foot, metal bits showing beneath.

You yelped and let out a little peep, pushing yourself off the floor and tumbling back against the nearby wall. You fumbled but readjusted your body touching the chilly floor and wall, looking up.

"Springtrap? " You blurted, seeing him standing there blankly. "I thought--"

"I broke your dryer, " He stated, the word dryer coming out as... British. You didn't seem to notice he had an accent before but now that you pay attention, you could faintly hear it under the robotic tone of his husky voice.

"What? " You muttered, flabbergasted. "You were hiding on my dryer while I screamed your name for half hour? " Springtraps eyes looked around the home, then he looked back at you.

"I thought it would be a good scare since you slammed the door in my face, Y/N." He grumbled. "I got stuck. " Springtrap muttered under his breath. You frowned, brows furrowed and crunched together on your face like a crash happened on your lower forehead.

"You... Got stuck? " You chuckled, tiredly cackling at his failed attempt to horrify you. "Idiot! "

"Shut up bitch, you try it in my size! " He hissed, genuinely not happy at your pleasure. But you laughed anyway and stood up, patting your hand on his body before wiping your face with a snort.

"I'm going to get the groceries and turn off my car. " You gleefully said, flashing him an unwanted smirk as you paced out of the home door.

Springtrap did not help you put a single thing away, he was 'mad at you for being a conniving whore' - or that's how he put it. You were perfectly fine with this because it was hilarious to you that a robot was so grumpy he called you slurs.

Animatronics calling you slurs? You'll have to write that down as a defect.

Now after settling down, putting everything away, and then making dinner; you'd found yourself going through the late night notes you scribbled down as you fixed Springtrap.

He watched you do so, very creepily.