Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Pancakes

It was bright, hot, everything sticky and god did your head throb. It felt like it was being crushed and scortched all at once. You dreaded opening your eyes.
But you did.

You gazed upon the ceiling with a depressed look on the world and without even moving, you knew you were going to be in chronic pain all day. What even happened? What kind of nightmare was that? You've never had a dream so realistic and destructive, except when you were little and feared the monsters under your bed. So... What could've caused such a odd.. Horrific... Weirdly specific ni--

"Y/N, I made pancakes! " A familiar husky voice called to you in a rather loving tone. You muttered a weak, fearful no as a shadow grew on your open door. The smell of fresh baked goods filled your nose, your aching bones shuttering with hunger.
The shadow grew larger and the sounds of mechanical, heavy footsteps coming towards your space haunted you.
As sore as you were, you sat up in an instant with the covers yanked to your chest, as if to hide yourself whilst you peaked at the entrance in horror. Springtrap stepped in, his tall furry figure filling your gaze, his big smile greeting you. He had on your apron, it was snug but fit fine, though rather short on him. He had a spatula in hand, his floppy ears dancing before he froze in idle place. Your breath hitched and a knot twisted your insides, toes curled so hard your feet hurt. He stared at you and that sweet robot smile shrank.

"Is something wrong? " You bit your lip so hard it took a mere second before the taste of copper spilled into your mouth. Ow.
Why does he scare you? Is it the nightmare? It wasn't even him in your dreams but...

No.. It was. It was his suit before he, well, passed.
Why?

"I-I just don't feel well, Springtrap. " You mumbled, tightening your grip on the blanket as you awkwardly scooted against the warm pillows. Honestly though, it wasn't a lie. You felt dead, like death came to you and fucked you all night long but you somehow lived. How disappointing.
Your head was pounding harder than a drum, your limbs felt like they were melting off your bones and your insides pintched like glass. You only pray some lowly dream didn't get you sick. But to your horror after saying so, Springtrap rushed over. He pressed his paw against your forehead and groaned.

"Y/N, don't scare me. " He huffed. "You don't have a fever so... Whats wrong? " He asked, almost rudely. Like how dare you spook him, what else could be hurting if you aren't dying at 110 degrees?!
Your head grew worse as a frustrated headache set in.

"Oh I don't know I just feel like crap. It's not like you can tell if I have a fever, you're dead. " You hissed, immediately looking at him in awe. "I- I didn't mean that. "
Something inside you crawled.

Fear. It was fear. You were mortified at what you said in fear of what he'd do.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry! " You gasped, covering your head with your hands and turning away like a scared little girl.
Silence clouded the room, only a soft buzzing of Springtraps suit filling your ears. It was too quiet.

"Did I do something? Is this about Henry? " He asked; first confused and worried, and then almost mad. Your horror only grew and you stayed hidden behind your frail human arms. "Y/N speak. " Springtrap growled. You felt yourself beginning to shake.
What will he do? Crush your wrist and scream at you? Will he tell you your crazy like Henry? Will he grab you and throw you just like your nightmare? You can't do anything, not to him. You can't escape. Everything's getting so very dizzy. You feel... Light headed.

Suddenly a warmth grabbed you gently. Springtrap took you into an embrace and his soft fur pressed against you. You felt him tense at the vibration of your trembles.

"Darling... Please talk to me. I'm ..sorry about that night, I'm sorry about everything with Henry. I know you're dealing with a lot. " He said in a much kinder tone. "It's hurting me too, it's the only reason I raised my voice. " You lowered your arms, struggling to soothe your breathing while you stared out your window in sadness. "Y/N my love, I wont hurt you. "