Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Friday -- Part One

You felt the softness of fur under your fingertips, rubbing it gently while you read about evidence being found after premeditated arson.

What Henry told you to do, what he planned with you Thursday still swamped you. You agreed after all, even if you werent in the right headspace from waking up after an overdose of stress, you agreed and you still do. Yet.. It aches your heart as you think about it going down. How soon? Does it have to be soon?
You honestly got so accustomed to another person in the house, especially someone who likes you romantically. He cooks for you, cleans, he listens and you both joke around all day like kids. You can't say you've moped all day today really, William made sure of it.

But right now he was sleeping. His robot eyes were shut and though there wasn't a breath taken, he was definitely sound asleep underneath you.
You hummed, shutting off your phone and staring at the animatronic before you. The suit you fixed up and the man that brings it alive. Teamwork, honestly.

It feels like... Like you're watching it all before your eyes. The first day of him being rather sadistic and snarky, but protective. The weeks that followed so quickly that made you fall for him. The week he was your shoulder to cry on after Henry. The day you kissed and officially shared love for one another. And... This week.
It's been such a short time, the best time, but really the worst time in the end.

You sighed, pressing your nose into his chest. He smelled like you now, but you distinctly remember that musty, damp scent mixed with maybe rust when you first met.

Do you really have to do this? Is it real? Did... Did Springtrap really kill those kids..?
Why?

You exhaled, suddenly feeling a paw on the back of your neck that cupped your skin and heated your flesh. You buzzed, looking up stiffly to see glowing orbs looking down at you.

"You look distracted. " Springtrap said, his voice gravelly as usually, still stuck with the robots voice box whirring.
You thought about it, and decided you'd do as you were told. Pretend.

"Oh no I'm fine. I think I'm tired from this week and that nightmare the other night still hasn't sat well with me, ya know? "

Springtrap let out a grumpy hiss like he was displeased, his endoskeleton ticking as he sat up. He pushed you to sit up with him, your back arched as you gazed above you into his odd orbs. They were full of life, you know this now, full of Williams gaze. Did it keep his eye color? All you see is a bright cold silver. It's mesmerizing. "Did you run into Henry again? " He asked bluntly, which made you jerk. Did he know somehow? No, no way.

"No, why? " You acted, feeling your heart twist with dispair.

"I just... You need to stay away from him. Knowing him he'll up and move away. "

Your face scrunched, clearly perplexed.
Henry wouldn't just up and leave, especially since he's lived here his whole life, his life's work is here. His dream, his memories, everything. He just isnt that kind of guy.
Though... Then again, William knew Henry longer.. So is it really that odd?

"Why? " You curiously pryed.

Springtraps body jerked softly to his movement, his hand running down your back and digging into that arch, pulling you closer. Your face felt hot, a familiar but still new feeling rushing through you. Your body tingled with need and interest, feeling so small and protected in his arms, robotic or not.

He hummed. "Well Henry's an awkward guy. Outgoing sure, but... Y'know he's just clunky. He's got nothing here, darling. A rundown diner and maybe a cat somewhere, thats all. "

You felt your brain itch.

Henry's a dog person...

"Oh okay. " You mumbled, looking down.

"Let me see your pretty face Y/N, I missed it. " You cooed as he tilted your look to him again, staring at the big silly fursuit. You'd find this funny, but the longer you stared the more you felt lost in his own admiration. Your heart called dangerously to him, feeling tickled with humanly urges. Somehow even as you realize the lap you sit in now is the devil's, your only more drawn in.
William cups your face and pulls you in, pressing his cold nose against your lips. May it not be as romantic as a kiss with lips and warmth, it's him. It's Afton.
So you relaxed and fell into his embrace, letting the bunny cuddle you and hum songs you've never heard before, but they might just be some oldies. You felt safe, a luring feeling of happiness pushing you off the deep end until you felt your body growing limp, diving into slumber after hours of adrenaline keeping you up.

Must he go?