Springlocked Murderer? | SPRINGTRAP X READER AU STORY (PROBABLY DISCONTINUED)

NIGHT 1

     The fact you even LANDED this job still shocked you. It was 12 AM and you just walked in. The phone started ringing, which scared the living shit out of you. You sat down, answering. A tired voice maybe 30-40 year old guy with a British accent was on the other line.

     "Hello new hire, this is a recorded message the manager said I had to send tonight. I am the day guard. Let me get this spiel over." They paused, shuffling a paper before taking a deep breath and continuing. "Welcome to your new career as a night guard for Fazbear's Fright. As the new night guard, your job is to keep people out and watch the animatronic(s). You have a camera system in front of you, you can use it to watch the animatronic(s). It had a built in audio system you can use to distract and move the animatronic(s)...."

     You blanked out before you heard their voice turn serious. "Now that the spiel is over, let me tell you what's really going on. We got one animatronic, Spring Bonnie. Don't touch that damned thing, don't look at it, don't touch it. You watch that fucker like a hawk. It's fast, aggressive, and will do anything to hurt you. I suggest you quit this job. Use the audio lures to get that thing to stay as far as possible from you, do not let that thing get in, it will kill you, it tried to bite my face off. It will either enter from the vent next to you, or the door. If it's by the door or in the vent, your already dead, but, I hid a stun gun under the desk, if that thing from hell comes near you, shoot it's ass and leave through the exit door. The ventilation here is shittier than hell, and it breaks constantly, make sure that thing is in tip-top shape. Also make sure that thing doesn't see you on your phone, it'll short circuit the power. My number is (435)-xxx-xxxx, my name is Mike Schmidt, and you text me if you need anything. See you on the flip side, and oh. Thank you and remember to smile; you are the face of Fazbear's Fright."

     When you heard the click of the phone you sighed with relief, damn did this Mike yap! You leaned back in your chair and opened the cams, trying to find this animatronic he spoke about. Was it really Spring Bonnie, you'd always dreamed of seeing the thing... You didn't dream about that anymore the second you saw it, with the decay it was in, it made you a bit queasy. You checked the clock, only 12:34 AM.

     You watched the thing just sit there for what felt like hours, until the thing finally shuddered and moved it's head, what disturbed you was that it turned it's head to stare at the camera. You made 'eye contact' with it, and damn were you uncomfortable.

     You glanced away at the clock, looking back at the monitor and... Where the fuck did it go? You searched every camera, but you couldn't find. How the fuck could you not find a massive rotting rabbit? You heard a few small thumps.

     You kept watching the cameras trying to find that thing. You couldn't find it and began to panic, what made you panic more was the smell of mildew and rust. You slowly turned the swivel chair, and oh my fucking god, how the fuck did that thing get in so fast!?

    You screamed, jumping up and grabbing the stun gun from under the table, running a far bit away and pointing the gun at the rabbit. "S-Stay back!" Your breaths were quick and short. You begged silently for the gun to have range as you shot it. Of course, it didn't.

     The animatronic watched in... amusement? It was hard to tell. You both seemed to have a staring contest, either not blinking, you used this moment to really get a look at this thing, and damn did you want to bleach you eyes. It was horrifying! Rotting, decaying, mothbites, tattered, torn, etc. etc. You absolutely hated looking at the disgusting thing, and what really got to you was that repulsive fucking smell. It smelt like a dead animal crossed with something that had been in the fridge since the 1940's.

You looked away for a second to try and cleanse your vision before you were pinned to a wall, how the fuck was this thing so fast?! You realized you still had the stun gun, jabbing it into it's side and shooting. It seized up and fell onto the floor with a loud thud. You put down the stun gun and tried to pick the rotting thing up, and did it weigh 5,000 tons? It was a hunk of metal of course, but how the fuck could anybody wear that suit, it weighed half a bajillion pounds! You dragged the thing by the arms and dropped it off as far from you as you possibly could, booking it back to the office, picking the stun gun up, sitting down, and watching the fucker. Luckily for you, it didn't get up for the rest of the night... or you guessed you should say morning. Once your 6 AM alarm rung, the lights in the place turned on like clockwork. You got up, picking your stuff up and leaving as quick as you could, clocking out, getting in your car, and driving home.
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