Springtrap x Reader

☆Other half of Night 4☆

You wake up in rough, course fur holding you. It didn't take you long to realize it was Springtrap, looking at you with concern in his eyes.

He was holding you bridal style, making your cheeks blossom by the thought of it. 

Your thoughts were cut off by a familiar deep, British voice.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt??" His voice was full of worry, and you noticed his eyes had those crimson stains, that you assumed was tears earlier. 

"Wh..what time is it?" is all you could mutter out.

"7:48."

You let that sink deep into you, making you wonder if you should leave now or just stay. You felt safer in his arms. Like nothing was going to bother you if you stayed there. It was pretty lonely at your place anyway.

"Are you gonna leave?"

"No."

His eyes lit up from your response, making you assume that he was satisfied with your response.

His eyes went back to those half-lidded ones that you grew quite fond of. They made you wanna stare at him for hours at a time.

You slowly got up from his hands, and got up on your feet. You've been out for 4 hours so you still felt drowsy.

"What do you wanna do while you're still here?" His british accent was as smooth as butter, making you want to melt under his words.

"I-I don't really know. Do you have any other games to play?"

He was thinking for a good amount of time. 

A thought popped into your head. So it would be more pleasurable to hug him, you could brush out and clean his fur. The more you looked at it, the more tangled and matted it seemed.

"Do you think I could clean your fur..?"

His head popped up, eyes staring at you in your office chair. He thought a little more, causing it to be silent for about 20 seconds. 

"I don't see why not..but you have to try not getting it into the suit or else we're gonna have problems."

You nodded at him, visibly excited. You could finally hug him as much as you could after you got this done.

He raised an unseen eyebrow at you, viewing your visible pleasure.

"Are we gonna start or not?" His voice had a sliver of annoyance in it.

"I-uh. Yea, of course. Does this place have cleaning products by any chance..?"

He nodded and gestured you to follow him. You got up from your chair and walked beside him while he led you to a supply closet. 

You could see bugs and roaches skittering across the floor, but you weren't surprised. This place was abandoned over 30 years ago anyway.

You eyes shot to a shelf with cleaning supplies on it. Dish soap, sponges, Kleenex wipes, toilet bowl cleaner, and oven cleaner. You brought a bag to this place every day that had food and water in it. 

"I'll be right back." You left him there while you speed-walked to your office. You pulled out an old hair brush and ran back to Springtrap, waiting there silently.

He perked up when he saw you coming and watched as you grabbed his arm to take him to the bathroom. 

You both arrived at the family bathroom, for both of you were different genders. Your arms were full of cleaning supplies. 

You started off brushing out his arms. It worked quite well actually, his arm feeling softer, but not soft enough. You took the sponge, wet it with the sink water, which surprising worked. How are so many things still functioning here? The plumbing was the one that shook you more.

You rubbed some dish soap onto the sponge and started scrubbing his arm.

You watched as brownish-green bubbles formed on his arm. You wanted to puke, but you only managed to throw up a little in your mouth.

After a while of scrubbing, you managed to get the suit fur on his arm to get to a bright yellow. You brushed it out again after it air dried after washing out the soap.

After about an hour and a half, you managed to get more than half of his suit fur clean.

30 minutes later, his suit was shining yellow again. It was soft to the touch, like a really fluffy pillow.

"Can I.."

"Hug me? Of course, dear."

You melted into him, his soft fur welcoming you. His arms went over your body, lightly squeezing you into him. 

You both enjoyed the hug until you pulled away 3 minutes later.

Now it was 9:00 AM.

"I should probably get going. I need to sleep, especially after that."

"Alright, sweetheart. Take care."

Why did he use so many pet names for you? British people like using nicknames for people they hold dear and sometimes just to tease, so that must be it..right?

You approached the big glass doors with a proud but tired smile on your face. You froze when he said something inaudible but didn't question it and left.

"See you real soon."