Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Waking Nightmares

"Oh isn't it funny? She thinks shes safe. "

"Shhh, don't wake her. "

"Stop being so dumb, you know it's only a matter of time. "

You shifted in your sleep, turning viciously for the fifth time. Your head pounded with pain, you felt sick. Hopefully you can sleep this off.

"She should run..."

"Why? Let it happen. She was dumb enough to bring him here."

"But--"

"Shh! He's coming! "

You jolted from your bed in a cold wet sweat, your sheets drenched and your hair sticking to your skin. You pushed it aside, wiping your moist fingers across the blankets as you looked around your bedroom. It felt... Unfamiliar, somehow. The bathroom looked so far away and your desk looked so small. Your bed felt massive. You felt like you sat on a pedestal.

You... Need to throw up.

Flinging yourself off the bed, you race to the bathroom and toss the seat up with a loud slam, bending down just as vomit fell from your lips. Your stomach felt squeezed and it kept giving you a turny twisty feeling, your head a whole new kind of spinning. Your h/c hair got in the way and you depressingly pushed it back knowing you'd need to shower now.

You sat back and laid your spine against the tub, mouth fuzzing with a disgusting taste. It almost tasted like blood.
You frown, tiredly sitting forward. Even that made you sick, the room kept distorting while your eyes shook violently, too tired and ill to process your surroundings. You begrudgingly sat up again and peered into the toilet, your eyes widening at the dark redden bowl of water. It was so dark you must've thrown up a liter of blood. It climbed the walls of the toilet, dripping back down from gravity.
You had to hold another hurl in, cupping your mouth and turning away, collapsing onto the floor. What the hell is this?

Suddenly, your mind had a bright idea.

You need to find Springtrap, he'll help you. He'd make you some tea and soup, maybe add some ginger to the tea for your stomach and then you can go to the hospital later for... This.

A smile peaked on your lips but quickly faded, the feeling of genuine fear grabbing your back and tearing at your flesh just to get inside. Your body shook at the thought of Springtrap.
You glanced around, confused with this fear. It wasn't yours, it couldn't be yours.

However, when you heard the sound of your bedroom door creaking open, you fled and hid desperately behind the shower curtain. You proved yourself wrong with how horrified you were, trembling behind the curtain as the ear scraping sound of his feet quietly pressing into your carpet with a thump echoed closer.

Thump...

Thump...

Thump...

Tears welled in your eyes, your body eating itself in an attempt to become smaller.
Please...

Thump...

Thump...

Thump......

The shadow of a large bunny came into view of the bathroom, the light you flicked on illuminating his figure like a horror movie. You felt vomit shoot it's way up your throat and into your mouth, blood now trickling down your chin and your hand. It bled between your fingers and stained your clothes. There was so much. Oh god there was so much blood.

You were distracted, looking up maybe half a minute to see if he was still there. He can't know you're here right? Right??

Your eyes slowly looked up. It was dead silent, it was so quiet you heard your own heartbeat as it pounded in your throat.
Horror swept in, your body going cold at the demented sight of a golden suit before you, slyly peaking it's head behind the curtain so unnaturally. It wasn't Springtraps faded gold fur, it was bright and the fur was kept, yet some bits matted like someone purposely scratched at it. You were mortified. A sinking feeling swallowed you down to your toes. Your hands went numb and everything inside you died in an instant.