Rotting | Springtrap X Reader

A Night to Remember

You were walking out in the rain on a cold autumn night. You were working on an old case that nobody has been able to crack yet, the case of the missing kids at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. You've been working on it for a week so far, but you have nothing... You heard a strange sound come from the alley next to you. You quickly reached into your bag and pulled out your sketchpad to sketch anything that was weird. You heard a scraping noise against the ground and saw a pair of white, glowing eyes. You hid behind the trash can while still holding your sketchpad and pencil. Then you heard something fall. You got up and saw a... Rotting corpse in an old, moldy bunny suit?.. What the hell... This is just your mind playing tricks on you, right? There's no way there's a rotting corpse in a bunny suit. Then you saw it try to get up, groaning in pain.

"Stupid *cough* fucking springlocks..." It said in a raspy voice that it sounded like it was in pain.

It had the voice of a man.

What was it? You couldn't help but wonder. You were scared, that's for sure. You don't see a corpse in a bunny suit every day. You watched this thing cough up blood. The smell was awful; you could puke just from the smell. But you also wanted to puke because of the sight; it was disgusting to look at. You accidentally dropped your sketchpad; it makes a noise. You're fucked, aren't you?

It looked up, trying to see what was there.

Why did you have to be so clumsy?

This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't done this.

You should have never been a detective.

You should just quit.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the thing speaking.

"Who's *gag* there?.." It spoke, and you froze in fear.

What are you meant to do? This is a talking CORPSE in a bunny suit. It started to crawl towards the trashcan you were hiding behind. It saw you. IT SAW YOU. RUN.

But you didn't, you couldn't, and your body wouldn't do it.

"What do you want?" It tried to grab your ankles but failed due to its weakness.

"Are you okay?" You suddenly asked, catching yourself off guard. Just punch it! It's trying to grab you. The thing looked up at you, gagging and throwing up an organ. You gagged yourself, a rotting organ... Gross... You didn't want to look.

It looked surprised.

"Why do you care?" It asked you, trying to tilt its head.

"You just seemed like you were in pain." You stuttered, obviously nervous because this was horrifying. It looked down at its organ getting eaten by bugs.

"I'm obviously not okay; I'm rotting." It coughed on you, and you flinched. "Sorry." It said it in a raspy tone, it was probably its normal voice... It sounded like literal death (just like the smell). 

It coughed up blood and landed on your sketchpad. It awkwardly looked around, then ripped the paper out of the sketchpad.

"Why do you have this, and why are you here?" It asked you. "Are you trying to get yourself killed? It's the middle of the night, and you're right next to an alley." It looked at you; even though its eyes were replaced with the bunny suit's eyes, it was stern.

"I was just wondering what the noise coming from over here was... Sorry, bye!" You said it in a panic, quickly running home.

"Kids these days..." It grumbled as you ran away. You ran as fast as you could; what the hell was that? This is probably just a dream. Maybe it's the pills you take to help yourself sleep? Yeah, probably that... You unlocked your apartment door and entered, setting your keys on the table next to your door. You flopped down onto your couch, sighing. You realize that you forgot your sketchpad. The thing with all of the clues to the missing kids. You'll have to go back for it, but you felt yourself starting to fall asleep. You were too tired, but you really needed it. Before you knew it, you were asleep. You snored in your sleep, like almost every night.