Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

No Punishments Please

A little while passed but you eventually meandered off to do your own things.
However, since you don't work next week, but your plans seem... Distant... You aren't sure what to do.

You spent about an hour scrolling on your phone, the brightness staring back at you and scorching your eyes as you glimpsed at 'fun things to do for vacation' links and 'top 10 things you should try this weekend' titles that were supposed entice you, but you were throbbing with a suffocating migraine instead. Bored, you stepped out and drousily wandered around the hallway, looking at your kind of boring home.

"You look depressing as always. " Springtrap said as he came out of the kitchen, a room he's often in, like his own bedroom. You looked back and sighed.

"Wow thanks, Springtrap. " Fingers encase a pillow on the couch, it's deep almost black brown fabric was stiff and discomforting. It was cold, too. Neglected with no affection as you often spend your time inside your room.

"Are you going to kiss the pillow? " He grumbled, sounding to be in a bad mood.

"Are you always going to be so angry? " You snapped, frowning at him.

"No, I'm not mad. You try being stuck in a fucking suit from the 80s." You rolled your eyes, exhaling. "You're like a moody teenager. " He scoffed, snarling at you. You sneered back.

"Mkay, grandpa. "

Springtrap gritted his teeth and grunted.

"Immature bitch. "

"You just called me a bitch! You're immature you-" He stared at you, white orbs glaring at you feet away. You shivered and silenced yourself quickly. "Whatever." Muttering, you threw the pillow across the room into the unlit fireplace, entirely clean and untouched since you moved into this place.

"What are you grumpy about anyway? "

You looked over at the rabbit, his robotic figure standing massively compared you to with a deep distasteful look on his face. Frowning, you looked away. He clicked, something rotating before Springtrap approached you.

"I should decorate, " You finally said, ignoring his question.

"Evasive, much? " He hummed, his accent coming through vaguely again. You perked up and looked over.

"You're British, did you live in Hurricane or what? What happened? "

He frowned and turned away, suddenly disinterested.

It was irritating to be around someone who avoided genuinely interesting conversation. You understand the privacy and distance because of this... Disturbing and unnatural living style you're in with Springtrap, but even little questions seem to aggravate him and you deeply wish he'd just open up - even a little.

It didn't matter though, he didn't want to talk. Now you had to work around him.

You quietly went around the house looking for decor to spice up your minimalist surroundings. Unfortunately, you lack even the slightly action figure. It's depressing. You're depressing.

You slumped down on your couch mid afternoon with nothing to do, plus it was kind of hot today since it was spring season.

After a while, Springtrap made his way into your untrained view while you binged YouTube on the couch. He didn't make eye contact with you, just moved the clock you had on the wall to another wall. He seemed deeply infatuated with the clock. Springtrap turned it's square shape, trying to center it. He stepped back, staring, his gears clicking in the silence of the house.

Springtrap groaned, grabbing it and surveying your blank beige walls.

"Need something? " You asked dully.