Rotting | Springtrap X Reader

Boredom, & a bit of insanity

While writing stuff down on your beige couch, you suddenly notice (and feel) his hand on your waist; it was slimy, moldy, and gross - literally everything bad. You flick it away, and he pulls it away. You grumble to yourself and set your phone down before going back to writing stuff about the case; you had no time to waste! Well, actually, the case wasn't going anywhere, and nobody wanted to work on this case; you kind of just needed money and had a passion for being a detective... But who cares? You still need to work.

"Sorry, Jesus Christ." He said, backing off. He kind of tried to roll his eyes, but since he's basically part robot, it looked more like he was just looking away. He kept trying to look at what you're writing. "I'm bored." He blankly said, staring at your wall.

"What does a rotting bunny man even do in his spare time?" You side-eyed him before looking back down at your sketchpad. You grumbled something under your breath, wanting to focus on writing... And sketching sometimes. You were currently drawing a flower instead of writing down important things. This is why you haven't been promoted yet.

"Rot." He laughed loudly, finding his humor absolutely amazing. He started to slap his metal knee before throwing up part of his flesh. Gross. You just stared at the corpse. You LET this thing live with you, this is your fault.

"Clean that up, please." You didn't want to have to get up, even though he'd probably be in way more pain if he got up but... Yeah. You stopped sketching and started actually writing. Noting the important thing and highlighting them, like random child in building, the buildings trashed, and you have basically nothing important to write down. How lovely. You sighed softly, putting your sketchpad down, and just started melting into your couch.

Springtrap got up and groaned like 5 times, metal creaking, flesh squelching, and moldy fur falling out. "Give me the broom." He demanded, holding his metal, furry hand out. "I'm not moving that much." He was clearly trying not to laugh again. You just grab the broom from as far away as you could, and threw it at him... And hit him. He's rotting, he can barely move. Did you expect him to catch it?

He bent over and grabbed the broom, groaning even louder as he stood up. He started to clean the floor, very slowly, and kind of horribly. "I didn't miss cleaning when I lived in that shitty alley..." He grumbled to himself, unhappy. You got up from the couch, checking the time on your phone, 8:24pm. Great. Your day has basically been completely wasted, and you have almost no money.

You're going to have to take up a few odd jobs, like mowing lawns maybe, or doing dishes... Or maybe smaller cases? You'll think about it later. You stretched, yawning. "I'm so done with today."

"I'm done with everyday." He started to manically laugh at his own joke, again. He seems kind of insane, like really insane. His brain is probably rotten, to be fair.