Locked in | FNAF springtrap x reader

Stuck

The world was dark. All you could see was dark. You felt awkward, funny even.

Was this it? The afterlife? A void?

It's... Peaceful. If only you could see your mom again, though...

Something brushed against you, something cold, you could barely feel it really. However, it was familiar. At first you didn't want to look, this place was so quiet and nice, why change it? A safe space for you to rest forever.
But... It called to you. That same curiosity that drove you since the beginning of your life. It beckoned you.

So you answered.

At first you struggled, as if your neck didn't work or you were too stiff. Maybe in the afterlife you aren't supposed to move much...
Then you finally turned, but there was nothing. You frowned.
What touched you?
As you felt the ability to move come back to you, everything feeling easier to control, you even blinked.

But God you wish you didn't.

You were met with a dark room, the floor a disgustingly familiar black and white tile floor, only now it was covered in burned ruins of the diners end.

Why are you here? How are you here?

You looked more, blinking again and again as your vision seemed to acclimate. You're in a hallway it seems, though you couldn't see much else. There was rubble every where but the fire department truly did miracle work saving the building itself. The fear it may collapse haunts the back of your mind, though..
You hummed, yet it was more of a raspy groan instead. Then you tried to move, to twist yourself and stand up, yet you were only met with horrible pain that tore through your entire abdomen. Suddenly everything hurt. It was excruciating, like a million knives dug deep into your flesh. You could feel your skin being pulled apart in thousands of different areas, even the cheeks of your face were being pulled in different directions. It ached, it burned, it throbbed and that only make it worse. The more you jiggled your limbs in agony the more it hurt. It was the worst pain you've ever felt. You wanted to die, to chop off every part of you and die. You'd rather burn in hell than be here. Are you paralyzed? Is this what paralyzed people feel everyday? Pain and horror?? What's wrong with you??!

Something dragged, yet it sounded like a thump, too.

Thump, gggrrrrrhhhhh...
Thump, ggrrrhhhhhhhh....
Thump, clunk, grrrhhhhhh.....

It didn't sound pleasant. You panicked. You were scared. If you weren't dead, then you don't wanna be.
You jerked around, arms and legs feeling heavy, almost immovable. You whimpered and cried out, the pain unbearable.

"God please..! " You begged as tears crept down your cheeks. It burned, it somehow made the pain around your face so much worse. It felt as though you had concrete over every inch of you, a cast of sorts, and had to move with that on. It was torture.

You tried again, more desperate as the sounds got closer.

Thump, gggrrrrrhhhhh...
Thump, ggrrrhhhhhhhh....
Thump, clunk, grrrhhhhhh.....

"No.. No... Urghh! " You moaned, a water fall of tears scolding your face with agony whilst you wiggled yourself desperately.

A hum silenced you. A soft, yet almost sadistic hum.

"Ah.. " You muttered, choking on your sadness.

"You seem to be hurting, my dear. I'm sorry, I tried to be gentle but I was really angry when I put you inside. "

"... Ahh.. " You groaned, unable to form words.

"Oh you poor thing, can't you talk? "

That voice..

"Can you even see? "

Those eyes...

"Oh, you look wonderful, Y/N. " Springtrap crouched before you. He seemed to have fixed himself up, yet only barely. It must've been easier with the thinner fingers he has now. He was still terrifying, pure nightmare fuel, but he functioned.
His large glowing silver eyes scanned you, the light burning your own.

"Mm.. "

"Does it hurt? "

"Ah-hah.. " You answered meekly, trembling.

"Try talking. "

"Mmmm... " He grumbled, his voice echoing in the ruined diner.

"Speak, Y/N."

You whined, but forced your mouth to move. It felt like spikes were shoved through your jaw, your flesh and bone rubbing on it as you used every motor skill to form a couple words.

"... Wh..here... " You muttered, sobbing softly. "W.. hy?? "

"We are in the diner. The very building you tried to burn down, Y/N. My business. "

".. n.. no.. " William leaned in, the bunny suit giving you the creeps.

"You don't have a choice. You're just like me now. I might've broken your leg though, so walking might be hard. But, don't worry, I'm sure I can fix it. I built these suits after all. " He sound smug, proud even.
Yet you only felt disgusted.

You were... In a suit?

Didn't you die?

Did he...

"Before you waste your energy, love, I saved you. I couldn't let you die. You saved me, after all. But I was worried what you'd try so I just.. Stuffed you into a spare bonnie suit. Just in case. No hard feelings, Y/N."

You felt your body actually hunch, your organs trying to vomit, yet you only caused more pain as the springlocks dug further into your chest cavity, twisting and mushing your body into soup.

God.. Have mercy...

"How bad does it hurt? Can you feel everything at least? I was worried I paralyzed you. "
He didn't even sound concerned... Just as if you were a patient and he the doctor. It made you feel so helpless.

Though the lack of an answer only substituted by groans and soft cries didn't appease him, but it have William some kind of answer.
He stood up and you could really only see his lower half now, enough to see his body in ruins and his posture hunched. It serves him right to limp around like that. He deserves more but.. What can you do now? You're stuck.

He hummed, creating silence for a couple minutes.

Then he turned.

"Why don't you just relax, my love, I'll go grab some tools. Maybe I can fix you up! "

Oh no... Please..
You don't want him to touch you. You don't want him near you. That freak, that monster.. No...

No, no, no...!!

But you can't move, you can't run.
This isn't something that can be undone.

You wanted to cry but it only made it worse. You wanted to die but... You might actually already be dead..
What else can you do? You're trapped, for eternity, for as long as this suit lives, for as long as he makes you live. This isn't a peaceful afterlife. This is hell, worst than hell.
And you can't do anything but rot in constant, burning, excruciating agony.

You're.. locked in.