{Springtrap x reader}

-Work day-

(Y/n), a 30-46 year old (gender) worker at Fazbear frights. They have been working at Fazbear frights for 6-8 weeks now. It's an alright job. (Y/n) is the only one who works in the night. (Y/n) is not only the night guard but they clean the place up.

(Y/n) grumbled as they mopped the floor. "How does this place keep getting so dirty? No one even is here besides day workers or me." (Y/n) says, and puts the mop back into the mop bucket. "There. Now-" Out of the corner of they're eye, they seen something. (Y/n) quickly turned they're head... Nothing... Strange. "Maybe this place is getting to me?" (Y/n) asked myself. They picked up the mop bucket, and put it into the broom closet, and walked out of the place.