There it is, the beginning. Springtrap, astudent in Big Cock Disorder College. Springtrap is admired by many of the under-grads and people across the world for known as having a drake inch sized weenis. But one day a struggling 24 year old Pou going...
Springtrap groans with a throbbing pain in his head, "fuck what time is it...", his voice is raspy and deep. He looks down at his massive drake sized wiener and sighs, within all his strength he manages to put it in his boxers and then looked at his phone for a while,since its 4 in the morning, he has plenty of time left because school starts at 9:40. He scrolled across media seeing his fans liking his photo as per usual, he was a pretty popular guy and he knows it. As everything he looks at starts to get boring, he grabbed his glass of water and took his medication, 100mg and 20 mg of fluoxetine, b12, and intuniv. Water ran down his throat and he noticed and wiped it away. But as per every morning he did his normal routine.
He stumbled to his ice pack face mask and put it on, the feeling of the coldness grazing upon his face was satisfying and a way to are him up, the feeling was very angelic. It was his favourite thing to do every morning because his ears become all nice and soft for some reason. As 15 minutes passed he then put on his tennis shoes and shorts and laid down a comfortable mat, he had a specific area he loved to put it with a nice view. He grunts within every sit-up, the more time passes the more he gets it over with. "And....1,000", Springtrap pants heavily and slowly gets up to proceed from not trying to injure himself because his abs were sore.
Springtrap starts the shower and takes off his clothing one by one, he prefers cold showers since its refreshing. But something was wrong, his favourite conditioner was almost out.
"Shit man...", Springtrap said in a stressed out tone. He was careful measuring his amount for using each hygiene product, so why is it not lasting longer than he though? Ignoring the fact that it won't be there tomorrow, he gets in the showers and whimpers from the coldness hitting his sensitive parts. But he wets his fur and ears, it was quite pleasuring, as his classical music plays and him humming in the shower. Others might argue with him that his music taste wasn't the best, but he didn't care. It was something he loved, it was nostalgic to a song he heard before an.... incident happened.
When he got out, he did his skincare routine and put on a button up with black dress up pants, black tie and a black vest. He loved this outfit since he is a formal man
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Springtrap brushes his teeth and uses his mouthwash and pops a gum in his mouth. Since the cafeteria serves breakfast, since he doesn't have to worry about making himself food. As he drives puts his boots on and jewellery, including backpack. He opens his black car and starts the engine and makes his way to the cafeteria. He stands in line and orders a black coffee and toast, it was plain but delicious.
He walks his way to class and sits down in his chair while he stares at the blank canvas, he puts on his black apron and scrolls through his phone trying to find reference, but he notices his professor and puts his phone down.
"Good morning everyone, now please take out your notebook. Today we will be studying the human anatomy and later I will let you guys sketch out your ideas". As serious as Springtrap looks, he is pretty into art. It was very metaphorical and symbolic to him and was a talent he had since he was young, his favourite art style he is currently studying is baroque.
Recommend hearing the song, une barque sur l'ocean if wanted for this scene. :)
As the professor continued his lecture and Springtrap quietly taking notes, it's now time to finally draw. Springtraps' fingers intertwine and dance upon the canvas, his emotions poured into one and aggressive lines where shaped out. Something didn't feel right though, he was in his own head-space. Blocking out others and just him and his canvas one on one, a dark room, a dark room with a hall screaming with eeriness fulfilled within the mood. Tears started to form in his eyes but he still continues to sketch and sketch. There on a canvas was distinct from what he usually draws, but he begins to frown at the drawing,"its wrong...I messed up", He sighs and drinks water from his bottle and calms down. As he picks up a brush and begins to add dramatic lighting and shadow, including deep colours.
Other artist look at him with concern, looking at him with his heavy breathing and seeing him grasp on his thigh with his left hand. Though he was focused, Springtrap was devoted to make this painting show true metaphorical emotions and personification into one drawing. Though his legs started to shake, the stares from others made him anxious, he had social anxiety but yet again is pushing himself to go out and socialise because it won't stop him from achieving his goal. Springtrap then suddenly felt a cold hand on his shoulder, he quickly turned around and met his professors eyes.
"Oh professor, is something wrong, or do you need anything?",Springtrap responded quickly, the professor looked at him with a keen smile, "No not really, just wondering if you're okay? I could see your having a little bit struggles?", The professor insisted on helping. But Springtrap shakes his head and smiled at the professor signalling that he was fine.
As Springtrap progresses to paint his drawing, he couldn't stop his hands from moving. Each stroke from the brush was calming.
(2 Hours later)
Springtrap sighed and stood up, he was finally complete with his painting. He called it,
"Studying the noises", It was a painting of a black figure sitting on the floor of his bed in the corner scrunched up. His hands were covering his ears as on the left of the photo was a door closed with a multiple figures out side, he didn't know why he drew this but he liked it. Some other artists looked at it and told him it gave them a eerie feeling, or a sense of uncomfort. It was it goal to make others feel like it from the perspective and hidden meaning within this art piece.
As Springtrap packed his things and left his canvas drying, he exited the room and made his way down stairs. He drove to the library and went to his favourite section which was history, he studied Mozart and Piero Piccioni, and Frederic Chopin, and including other artist. But as he noticed a smaller guy, he seemed around 4 inches shorter than Springtrap and he has wavy brown hair that looks mid length, and he smelled just like vanilla, and was wearing a brown grandpa sweater that was sort of baggy with cargo's. "so probably 5'8?", Springtrap thought in his head.
"Looking for something?", Springtrap asked as he leaned his head down at the man with a warm smile, the man looked at him flustered and nodded, "what do you need hon?", Springtrap teased the man since he was cute to him. The man pointed at the book at the top shelf, it was named, "Music in the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries: The Oxford History of Western Music".
Springtrap seemed delighted to give him the book, "You know, that book is pretty good for people who study music. Are you by chance a musician?", Springtrap asked him with a curious tone. "Yes I am..", the mans voice sounded soft but comforting and that caused Springtrap to smile a little.
(A/N: Im going to end it there because why not😭, I will post every monday so yeah!)
