Talking in your Sleep [S&D]

✩｡°Shower Thoughts°｡✩

You had heard horror stories about Parents falling asleep with their babies in the same bed, how they'd accidentally crush the baby in their sleep or that the baby would be found in the floor without a pulse. But You had always been careful! Where the hell was the ba—

the crib.

You hadn't noticed it before, having been too groggy from sleep and panicked at the thought of your missing infant, but someone had brought the crib into your room and set it up.

Rubbing your eyes, you stepped over to the crib and looked in, sighing in relief as you spotted your sleeping baby inside; safe and sound.

Muttering to yourself, you went to walk back to your bed, only to be met with the crunch of glass underneath your foot.

" Oh— No!" You whisper, getting on your knees to pick up the little shards of glass, immediately recognizing the frame and the picture within it.

You hadn't slammed the picture into the floor, did you? No, you would have definitely remembered if you did..

You tossed the glass shards away, getting as much as your could before you picked up the ruined frame, sliding the photo out before throwing away the purple wood.

You stared down at the picture for a minute before scoffing again, setting it down on the bedside table again and catching a glimpse at the time; 6:12 am

It was early.. earlier than you were used to. You rubbed your eyes, suddenly craving a shower as you just now realized how greasy your hair felt.

You glanced back at the baby, sound asleep. It wouldn't hurt to leave for a few minutes, right? Usually you'd get Vincent to watch them while you went for a shower, but you couldn't really do that now.

It would only be 30 minutes at most, no need to worry.

You cut open your trashbag full of clothes from yesterday with your fingers, digging inside of the contents and pulling some things out until you found an old band tee, some sweatpants, and some clean undergarments.

With the clothes in hand, you stepped out of your room and into the dark hallway. The house was cold and quiet, something that you weren't used to as Vincent always kept the TV on and the house was always warm no matter the weather.

This was almost.. calming in a sense. The cold felt nice.

Your socked feet softly patter against the hardwood as you walked to the bathroom, passing the opening to the living room on your way.

You paused, something having caught your eye in the living room, and you walked back and peered inside.

The TV was still on, the screen was a bright blue and was illuminating practically the whole room.

You spotted a large, withered arm coming from the couch and you leaned in further to see who it was, though you basically already known the answer.

Springtrap was slouched on the couch, back resting against the arm of it with one arm draped over the arm of the couch and the other draped over his torso, one leg on the floor and the other propped up on the couch. His ears were dropped down, hanging over his face.

.. was he asleep? Could he even sleep?

You stepped into the living room and stood behind him, waiting for him to move.

When noting happened, you went over to his side  and leaned over a little.

Nothing.

You waved your hand in front of his face and moved his ear up; both eyes were completely white and glowing, which honestly freaked you out a little and made you back up.

He didn't respond to anything, he didn't laugh at your reaction and his ear didn't twitch when you let go of it.

Is this how he slept? Freaky...

You stared him down as you awkwardly went back into the hallway, scurrying away when you actually saw his half ear twitch a little.

You got to the bathroom and set your stuff down, turned the water on, and grabbed a towel.

Once you were undressed and underneath the water, you let the droplets hit your face for a bit, allowing your mind to wander and mull over things.

Surprisingly, you weren't really thinking about Vincent; You were actually thinking about Springtrap.

A lot of questions ran through your mind as you practically spoke to yourself within your mind, such as what he was exactly and what not.

Eventually something that you hadn't actually thought about came to your mind;

Was I too harsh on him earlier?

This made you turn away from the water and run your fingers through your hair, thinking over this question for a good few minutes.

All he was doing was holding your baby and trying to settle it down, no harm right? Plus, his eyes were pink; He seemed less threatening and scary when his eyes were pink.

And that dark purple they had turned when he said that you weren't a very good parent..

That got you thinking; Did he know more about parenting than You? That would be impossible, seeing as he was an animatronic bunny from an old diner, but most of what he's done since you met him seemed impossible for a normal animatronic to do. He was more.... Human than Machine.

Sharp prickles of cold water jolted you out of your thoughts. Hissing at the sudden change of temperature, you jumped out the shower and covered yourself up, turning the water off. So much for having a nice shower, and for only taking 30 minutes.

You begrudgingly dried yourself off and got dressed, making a mental note to take another shower later when the hot water wasn't run out.

You stepped out of the bathroom, the chill in the air having let up a little as the morning sunlight was starting to peek through the windows.

Deciding to take advantage of this, you went into the kitchen and opened up the window, pulling back the curtains and pulling up the blinds. You also put some coffee on before you moved into the living room to do the same thing with the windows in there.

Springtrap was still in the same position as before, slouched over and completely donked out. You eyed him for a moment before turning to the windows, drawing back the curtains and pulling up the blinds.

The sunlight that poured in caused Springtrap to stir, and you tended up when you heard the whirring of his mechanisms as he lifted his head up. 

You turned to look at him as he shifted on the couch, blinking as his eyes went from blinding white to a soft grey with those circle pupils. You let out a soft chuckle, barely over a whisper, as you saw that his eyes had blinked one at a time; like a Frog or the animation in the first Toy Story film.

Springtrap looked up at the small sound and he immediately perked up, ears going up as his eyes turn to a soft pink.

... Should you tell him Good Morning? Did you even deserve to be nice to him after the way you freaked out last night?

You awkwardly cleared your throat and walked back into the kitchen to make your coffee, Springtrap following you with his eyes until you disappeared, and that's when he stood up off the couch himself, stumbling a bit before catching his footing and following you into the kitchen.

A/N: This chapter was a whole lotta nothing, how dare I >:0