Rotting | Springtrap X Reader

Wounded

You stepped on a coin; the place was awful to even be in. The smell was awful; it smelled like rot and mold. Maybe you should get out? But you still need more clues. You'll lose your job if you don't crack this case. You really need this job. You don't want to work at a fast food place like Taco Bell. There was dried blood on the floor in certain places. You really didn't want to be here.

"Huh.." You quietly muttered as you picked up some of the coins, Freddy Fazcoins. You wonder if one of the machines actually still works. You walked over to one that wasn't smashed and put the coin in. It sort of worked... It lit up, but the controls wouldn't work; it was a pizza shooter game. You just shrugged and walked towards the backroom, looking for any clues. You heard some moving in the main room, but that was probably just your imagination. There were a few stuffed animals lying around and other merchandise. There was also a dried puddle of blood.

This place was creepy, that's for sure. It's not surprising kids went missing here, but it was probably better in the 80s. You suddenly heard a young boy call out.

"Hey!" He said you couldn't see him anywhere. You opened the door to the main area and saw a blonde-haired boy running.

"Wait! Stop!" You yelled, chasing after him. But you fell down, hitting your face. "Ow, ow, ow!" You groaned in pain, and the boy had disappeared.

You try to get up, failing. That really hurt. Once you finally got up, you decided to leave. You couldn't do this today; you needed to go back home and open your first-aid kit. Your face was a bloody mess.

You ran out of Freddy Fazbear's, running on the street. You probably looked insane... You fell again, right in front of that dumb alley.

"Kid?" You heard Springtrap say as he looked over at you, and you looked up at him from the ground.

"Uhm, I can explain the blood..." You said as blood was dripping off your face.

He sighed "Just come here." He said this before coughing.

You slowly got up and walked over to him. He put his rusty hands on your face. Looking over the wounds

"What the hell happened?" He asked, and your eyes looked to the left.

"I kind of fell." You muttered

"Where? How do you fall so hard that your face becomes a bloody mess?!"He tried to sound like an angry dad but failed due to his own pain.

"I went into the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's..." You said he suddenly looked horrified.

"Oh lord. Why the fuck would you go there?!"He said it in a panic.

"Because I needed to! Mind your own business."You said that, avoiding telling him. Nobody knows about this case.

"Ugh, you sound like my daughter when she was a teenager." He rolls his eyes and coughs; he then removes his hands from your face. "Just stay safe."

"Fine," you said, before backing up. "Do you maybe want a place to stay sometime?" You asked him suddenly.

His eyes instantly started to glow. "Are you offering me a place?" He tries to tilt his head.

"Yeah, I have a spare room in my apartment." You said this to him while smiling slightly.

"If you can deal with the smell, then yes." He said this before patting your head again.

You waved and started to walk back home again, slowly. So you wouldn't fall again.

Once you got into your apartment, you ran towards the bathroom and started to pull out your first aid kit, bandaging your wounds. After you were all patched up, you went over to your couch and sat down, pulling out your phone.

You started to check Twitter since you literally don't have a life; there were people getting cancelled, someone saying racist shit, someone dying, etc.

You sighed, wondering if this was the life you wanted. You wanted friends and a family, but you didn't really have those since you barely even talk to your family anymore, and you don't have friends besides a few. You started to get hungry; it was around your lunch time. You got up and decided to cook some noodles because they're good. You just put a cup of instant ramen in a bowl, added some water, seasoning packets, etc. Then you threw it in the microwave.