Talking in your Sleep [S&D]

✩｡°Cat and Mouse°｡✩

Deliah saw him peeking through the curtains and quickly made it up the stairs, dropping the Trashbag on the porch.

" H-Hang on, I gotta check something, Stay out here." She said before quickly disappearing into the house, shutting the door behind her. You gave a confused look, slightly annoyed as well.

You had been thrown out of your Boyfriends home, had drove a few hours back to your childhood home with your 8 month old child; You were Tired, Hungry, and honestly just wanted to lay down and cry a bit more, not stand outside and wait for Deliah to do whatever it was she was doing.

Speaking of, Your baby was starting to get a bit fussy in its carrier. Cooing a soft 'awh', you knelt down on the porch and set the carrier down on the concrete to look at the face of your baby.

" You need a diaper change and a bottle, don't you sweetie?" You asked it, bringing your hand over to its soft little face to run your thumb over its cheek.

That just reminded you; You had left the Diaper Bag in the car!

Glancing around, you got off the porch and walked down the stairs back to the car.

Inside the house, Deliah had been struggling to get Springtrap out of the living room, of course it was a 5 ft 14 year old girl VS a 7 ft Robot that was loaded with Mechanical parts, so Deliah wasn't exactly winning this battle.

The Girl had managed to get him away from the door at least, but he was still much stronger than her and ended up throwing the door open with a wide, almost Malicious grin on his face, as he intended on giving you a fright.

" He—" His grin faded as he found that you were no longer on the porch, and rather back at the Car, looking through the backseat for something.

Not to mention the odd look that came on his face when he spotted the baby. Fear? Worry? He couldn't tell.

" Springtrap!" Deliah barks, grabbing his arm and pulling him back inside before shutting the door and wedging herself between the Animatronic and the slab of wood.

" You don't have to go in the Garage, just go somewhere! They don't like animatronics, they aren't gonna like you!" Deliah tells him, pushing on his heavy, furry chest as she tries to get him into another room of the house.

Springtrap paused for a moment, before he sighed in reluctance.

" Fine. I'll be in the Garage."

Springtrap walked off, grabbing a Blanket as he passed the couch to go through the hall that led to the Garage, tossing the Fabric around his large shoulders.

Deliah sighed in relief before she went back over to the door and opened it just as you got back in the porch with the diaper bag.

" I'll get the Baby!" She chirped, grabbing the handle of the Carrier. " Be careful!" You warned, sliding the diaper bag up your arm before you grab your trash bag of clothes.

You follow Delilah inside setting the trashbag down beside the couch before you flop down on it, sighing as your aching body finally had a chance to relax. But you didn't get to enjoy it for long as you sat up and took the diaper bag, taking out a diaper, a pack of wipes, and a container of baby formula.

" Deli, can I trust you enough to make a bottle for the Baby?" " Sure!" Delilah set the baby carrier down on the couch next to you, and you unbuckled the baby and carefully lifted them out, holding them up to your shoulder as you grabbed the used bottle out of the carrier.

" Here, rinse this out good." You handed off the Bottle to the 14 year old. " You only need to fill it up halfway, and only put in one scoop of this." You explained, also handing off the container of formula before you moved the carrier off the couch so you could change the baby's diaper.

Delilah turned to go into the kitchen and froze, feeling her heart drop for a moment as she spotted Springtrap, yet again, peering through the doorway, staring directly at you while your back was turned.

Delilah glanced back at you, making sure that you hadn't noticed the 7 foot robot, before she briskly walked over to the doorway. Springtraps grey eyes locked on the Girl eerily before he moved back into the kitchen, disappearing momentarily.

" what are you doing?!" Delilah whisper-yells at him, rounding the corner into the kitchen and coming fact to face with the Animatronic. " You're supposed to be in the Garage!"

" I changed my mind." Springtrap replies slyly with a grin, still having the blanket around his shoulders. " I'm staying in here."

" You can't—!" Deliah tries to push him, but he stays firmly in his spot, giving a soft chuckle as Deliah plants her hands on his torso to move him.

" I do believe you have a Bottle to make." Springtrap puts a hand on top of Deliahs head and moves her away before he goes back to peering into the living room to stare at you.

Deliah gave him a weird look before she walks over to the sink and does what she was told to do; She rinses out the Bottle, fills it up halfway, and puts in one scoop of the formula, only making a little mess with the powder before she screws the top back on.

" You don't have to stare at them—" " I'm just making sure they don't do anything."

Deliah walked up to Springtraps side and gave him a weird look. " They're my sibling, they're not gonna do anything. You don't have to be so suspicious of other people who come to the house."

Springtrap didn't respond, continuing to just stare. Deliah elbowed him a little, not that it really gave him much damage, before she walked into the living room with the bottle.

You had shifted on the couch, having changed the baby's diaper a few minutes ago, and now you were holding a still fussy, hungry baby in your arms while you layer back on the arm of the couch, head leaning back while your eyes were shut.

Upon hearing Deliah walk up to the couch, you lifted your head up a little and opened your eyes. " Is Dad here?" You asked, taking the bottle from the girl.

" No, why?" " I thought I heard you talking to someone." You sat up all the way as Deliah sat down on the couch beside you, the girl nervously glancing over at Springtrap again, who hadn't even moved from his spot.

" uh— Hey, Can I feed the baby?" Deliah offered, holding her hands out for it.

" Hm... I dunno... Do you know how to hold them right?" You ask, scooting closer to hand off the baby anyways, placing it in her arms and adjusting her arms in the right position.

After getting Deliah and the baby positioned right, and handing the bottle back to the girl, you stood up and stretched, causing Deliah to glacé back over at Springtrap with a panicked look on her face.

" Where're you going?" Deliah asks, watching you pickup a plastic bag that contained the dirty diaper from earlier off the floor.

" I gotta throw the diaper away and get my stuff settled in. I'll be back, just keep an eye on the—!" You turned around and looked at the doorframe of the Kitchen, just as Springtrap ducked his head back in. Deliah felt her heart stop for a moment.

"... You sure Dad isn't home..?" You ask her, walking towards the kitchen doorway, facing Deliah as you walked.

".. mm-hm!" Deliah faked a smile and a nod, obviously getting nervous about this whole thing.

" You sure? 'Cause I swear I just saw someone in the Kitchen.." You step into the kitchen and walk over to the trash can to throw the bag away.

The Kitchen has 2 Doorways, One leading to the Living Room, and the other leading out into the Hallway, and the hallway lead back around to the Living room.

Deliah tensed up, watching Springtrap come from the Hallway to stare at you through the opening that led to the living room as you had your back turned to look through the fridge for something to drink.

It was like Springtrap was treating this like a game of some sorts.