Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

It Was An Odd Sunday

The grip on your wrist loosens and the feeling of blood flow returning gives you a fresh feeling of life, as if you could breathe through your fingertips.

"I don't know what came over me, " You heard a husky voice whisper softly. Something pressed against your forehead, the something being him. He nudged you meekly. You blinked and tried to look at him, meeting the animatronics gaze very painfully.
He let go of your hair, the now free hand pressing it's fur against your wet cheek. Your face was red and swollen, eyes puffy with a frown glued to it's structure.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't know... I forgot. " You sniffled, a knot stuck in your throat. "Don't cry, darling... Please, I don't like it. "

You sobbed, back slouching weakly as your body tried to compensate for the overload of emotion you were having.
Springtrap sighed softly, a deep regret settling into him. He lifted you up and you gasped, grabbing him in fear you may go flying again. Every inch of you trembled in fear as you clung to your life and the very thing that was hurting you.

He froze, listening to you wail into his body.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to do this again. I thought it would've been different, but you're so independent..." Your crying eased and you began a game of huffing and sniffling, his fluff becoming soaked like a pillow under water.

But as time passed, even that subsided.
Eventually he pushed you back and off of him after putting you into your bed, ending your clingy grasp on him.

It was quiet between you both, but it didn't take long for you to move your puffy eyes, facing him finally.
He seem to light up just a little bit, sitting beside you on the mattress.

You hummed softly.

"Well, " You muttered, holding your wrist against your thighs, protecting it. It was still throbbing. You could move it but it ached unbearably.

"I have feelings for you. "

You looked down, confused.

"Feelings? " You whispered. "Feelings? " You repeated, absolutely engulfed in confusion and wonder on how the hell that happened. Why? Why you? Why him? Why now? This is the worst time to admit that.
Then again, what kind of romantic date could he have taken you on to explain this better?

Maybe a date without fear and injury, you suppose.

"You have a very... Attractive determination to you. " He answered, sounding enamored about it - or you. "I'm a big, old, disgusting suit. You don't need to be kind, darling. I already know. " He said quieter.

You frowned, exhaling as you tried to think. Springtraps gears clicked softly in place as he turned to look at you. Humming with a buzz in your tone, you spit out a grumble.

"You couldn't have said this at another time? I feel so abused, man. " You huffed.
Only someone who's toxic and manipulative would almost smash your bones and them tell you they love you. This isn't right.

You looked over to him finally and took a very, very deep breath. "I don't think now is a good time for this, but I appreciate you telling me. I'll keep it in mind. " You reached over and pressed your hand against his large arm, a warmth pressing back. Your brows stitched together.

Does he radiate heat? You didn't recall that ever being apart of any of the animatronics files.

Springtrap grumbled softly and stood, leaving you to your room.
It was too early in the day for you to sleep, but too late for you to do anything exciting. Not that you have the energy, or that your wrist would allow you to.
But... You did have something.