Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

You Set A Flame Inside Me

It was quiet, distant cars roaring their engines as they venture onwards somewhere irrelevant.

Springtrap sighed as he crept from Henry's house, an anxious, quick sigh that echoed in the empty street. He felt his head spinning. Somehow this was all wrong. There was no way Y/N would go against him, not after how close they've gotten. He won her over fair and square, he was patient this time, right? She wouldn't listen to a crazy old man, right? She wouldn't... No.. She couldn't..

Springtrap walked into a jog, his thoughts all yelling at once, not taking turns sharing the horrors that leaked from Henry's dying lips.
That fool of a man. He wouldn't waste a moment to taunt him, no, Henry's smart, a God given talent of genius that he uses against people. There's no way he's telling the truth then, knowing Henry would go so far to drive him mad in his last moments as revenge.

Right...?

No. He can't be sure.

Springtrap jumped into a full sprint, a panicked, full manic run. His thoughts became sloppy, the formal phrases crumbled into the bare minimum.

She wouldn't betray him. They're a couple. Forever.

No. Y/N is a good person. Y/N sees the good in everyone. It's her own fault she chose to see it in him.

But what if she never saw it in the first place? Was it all a lie?

No, he tried so hard! She wouldn't dare!

Springtrap huffed as he rushed into the treeline, booking it for the diner as he battled his brain. And so his suit, as much as Y/N lovingly fixed it, was beginning to tear from his rush. The once fluffy feet were being scraped by natures floor, bashed against rocks while his upper body smacked branches out of his way, spiderwebs clinging on and muck from a recent rain kicking up against his suit.
He kept on, swiftly dodging whatever came into his path as his undead heart pounded in his robotic chest, loud heavy metal footsteps thundering over the grass.
He eventually hit pavement and jerked around, feeling the very suits base flopping on his left arm. He looked down at the limb and let out a loud groan, filled with angry and impatience. Now wasn't the time to break down, now wasn't the time to lose the cuddly bunny figure. He needs it. The mask he's held onto so long, it's most important now than ever.

That's when Springtraps eye was caught on an orange glow.

He twisted his torso, body clicking to his movements. His large silver orbs stared up at the sky, curiously taking in the bright sunny view. It's almost like the sun came to earth, as if it picked a spot and landed, lighting up the dark horizon with a red-orange gust of misty color.

It looked like fire...

At first it didn't click, but then as he collected himself to continue his marathon, he realized those flames were parked in the same direction of the diner.

That's not the pizzeria, right? No, Y/N's there. Safe and sound.

Right?

Springtrap felt his body coil and the missing stomach inside him twist, knotting in horror.
All he could do was run.
Run, run, run, as fast as those robotic legs would take him.

Springtrap bursted through trees, using the forests beside streets to avoid being seen, nonetheless being caught or hit in traffic. His legs swung back and forth, arms thrashing whilst his ears were smashed on things above. Something chipped part of his torso, a solid click jerking a mechanism inside.
His springlocks.
He panicked more. Insanity crawling back after it's long break from housing itself in Williams mind.
In the manic terror, he fumbled, tripping and crashing against a large rock just a couple blocks to the diner. He knows too well whats on fire and it was killing him. If he could smell properly, he'd be suffocating from the smoke that coated and devoured the woods.