Talking in your Sleep [S&D]

✩｡°Tripping Balls (hopefully)°｡✩

A/N: Springtraps color changing eyes is something from Springtraps character ref for S&D, I don't think I've seen anyone else bring it up?? I might be wrong tho

He sure as hell didn't seem very Friendly, especially since he scared you out of your skin.

Deliah sat next to you on the couch, awkwardly watching the movie while twiddling her fingers while you stared off into space, mind racing as a freshly lit blunt was held in your fingers, your leg bouncing from your nerves, and the baby was on the floor playing with toys again.

"... I don't think you should be smoking that in here.." Deliah expresses concern for you smoking Marijuana in the house, especially with you kid right there at your feet.

"... it'll be fine." You wave your hand dismissively; You and Vincent regularly smoked herb in the house and around the baby, it may have been awful parenting now that you thought about it, but no one really batted an eye, plus the baby was completely healthy the last time it went for a check up at the doctors.

" Um... What is it? Again?" You follow up, asking that same question for the millionth time, the 'It' in question being Springtrap.

" He," Deliah starts again, putting emphasis on the word 'He' because she was getting tired of you referring to her Friend as an 'It'. " is an Animatronic that I stole from that old Diner down the road." ".. uh-huh..." You weren't really paying much attention, more focused on staring down the Kitchen doorway and catching occasional glimpses of that.. thing making cookies of all things!?

" and... how long has he..." " A few months. I promise, he's really nice! He bakes cookies and makes pancakes, he's not gonna hurt you." Deliah assures you the thousandth time, putting a hand on your shoulder as you keep your eyes glued to the doorframe.

".... Uh-huh."

This was fucking crazy, maybe you were a bit too high and this whole thing was just a hallucination. Hell, maybe you had took a really strong edible the night before and you were still at Vincent's house and you'll wake up any minute in the arms of your Loving Boyfrie—

" Cookies are done!" Springtrap announces, seeming nicer than he did almost an hour ago.

... This wasn't a dream, was it?

You slumped back in the couch as if you had just received devastating news, causing Deliah to look over at you with concern.

" Hey.. Springtrap..?" Deliah starts as Springtrap walks over to the couch to stander over you and the girl, a bowl of cookies in his hand.

... you were definitely tripping because who the hell puts cookies in a bowl?? Why not a plate like any normal person??

Nevertheless, Deliah took the bowl from him as he just eyes you down, not with malicious intent like earlier, but he really did seem like he wasn't done fucking with you yet.

" Maybe you should go to the Garage, I don't think—" " Nonsense, that would be rude." The bunny insists, crouching down to be at eye level with Deliah, his nose almost touching hers. " Besides, they already know who I am, and I'd like to learn more about them."

You shifted nervously in your seat, giving him the reaction he wanted. He was toying with you, like you were someone in a haunted house and he was a scare actor.

Springtraps face shifted from enjoyment of seeing you so nervous to a quick flick of surprise, his One and a half ears straightening up with a soft click and he stood up straight, taking a step back as his eyes were glued to the floor, his eyes shifting from a deep purple to a light pink.

"... it touched me." He turns to look at you, pointing at the floor with a finger.

You and Deliah both leaned over to look in the floor at what he was pointing at, finding that it had only been your baby.

Deliah chuckled. " Aww, I think they like him!" She chirped, looking over at you. "... uh-huh." You mumble, not sure if you should even like the idea of your baby liking this creepy animatronic bunny thing.

" Is that all you can say?" Springtrap teased, the purple returning to his eyes as he takes one step to tower over you again. Now that you were at least mildly high, you didn't really react to him leaning over you to intimidate you, but you were scared of him still.

" I think they're still just scared of you.." Deliah says, taking a cookie out of the bowl and putting it in your hand, jolting you out of whatever trance you were in.

" I think they're just High." Springtrap plucks your still lit, half done joint out of your other hand. " Hey—" You start, annoyed by his boldness, but you quickly sink back into the couch as he leans in close to your face.

" You really shouldn't be smoking in the house with Deliah and your baby in here." He scolds, keeping his voice low and intimidating, but there was still a bit of teasing in his voice. " Especially of your smoking Marijuana; What would your poor father think?" He brings his free hand up to your face and flicks your nose.

He fucking flicks your nose?! Who the hell does this guy think he is?!

You yelp in pain and bring your free hand up to rub your nose as you watch Springtrap stand up straight with a chuckle and walks back into the kitchen.

" jackass..." You mutter under your breath, only then remembering that you were holding a cookie in your hand. Chocolate chip.

There was no way you were eating cookies that a 7 foot hunk of metal in a rotting bunny suit made.

You groan and put the cookie that Deliah had gave you back into the bowl. " I'm ordering a pizza, keep an eye on the baby."

Walking into the Kitchen, rubbing your temple as you made it over to the phone on the counter, you didn't notice that Springtrap was staring at you again. Hell, you didn't even see him in here, standing in the corner.

You hummed a little and picked up the phone, scanning your eyes over the little pad of paper near the phone that contained a list of numbers; Your Dads number, the numbers for some take-out restaurants, and...

Vincent's number.

Your heart almost dropped when you laid your eyes on his name and phone number that you had wrote down a few years ago, the ink from the glitter pen you had used was surprisingly still purple and glittery.

Vincent Bishop

God, you even added little hearts in place of the dot on his i's. 

The sudden overwhelm of emotions and the fact that you were at least 15% high made you act irrationally; Punching in his first few digits and hoping that maybe he'd answer and then you'd get back together and live happily ever after—

" That's not the number for the pizza place."

Low, flat, and slightly abrasive comes Springtraps voice from behind you, making you tense up in response. You glance over at him as he leans over your shoulder, staring back at you.

Oddly enough, this time his eyes were light grey with small, white concentric pupils.

You were shaking like a leaf with his presence practically on top of you, but you braved it enough to take your eyes off of him to punch in the number for a nearby pizza place that did deliveries. You glanced back at Springtrap, and he was still there.. fuck.

You took a breath, trying to steady your nerves as the phone rang a few times before being picked up by an employee at the pizza place. You placed an order for one pepperoni pizza and gave the address to the house, and as you spoke you felt Springtraps presence over top of you disappear as he stepped away from you.

Maybe you were tripping.. maybe this whole thing was just one really bad trip, god you wished this was just a really bad trip.