(Springtrap x reader book 2) Arose From Ashes

Ch.1- The memories

Little PSA:
First of all, if you haven't read book one, go read it!

Not everything in this story is accurate regarding the Fnaf timeline.

Also, Mike Schmidt and your fake boyfriend are the bad guys. (Sorry not sorry, just imagine your boyfriend, Jonah, is somebody you don't like)

⚠️Strong language, mature themes⚠️
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Y/N (Your name)
F/C (Favorite Color)
Y/F/N (Your friends name from book one)

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[Your POV]

It had been years since I even thought of this building and now I'm standing in front of it. The place where it all went down that night. The memories played through my mind as I walked up to the door, putting my hand against the glass. To my surprise, it immediately shattered and I slightly stumbled backwards, the glass raining on my F/C shoes. I didn't want to go in, but a strange force was calling me.

As I walked through the hall, I could still smell the residue of the burnt props, posters and the paint peeling off the walls. It made me sick just knowing the building was still standing. Last I saw, it was a pile of rubble marked off by a square of caution tape. I reached the office door and walked in wearily, hoping I wouldn't see him.

Everything was where I remember it. The office trashed with the phone forever broken. My blood stain on the glass with the door forever open. I slowly traced my steps through the hall, passing by the can of gasoline that started it all. The screams, the banging, the burning.
I turned the corner and my breath immediately got caught in my throat when I saw him.

Springtrap, standing there, gazing at me with a soft tone. I couldn't tell if I wanted to run towards him or act like he didn't exist, but it seemed I didn't have a choice when I instinctively took a step in his direction.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard a harsh voice behind me. My body refused to let me turn around as Springtrap stared through me to the voice behind. I felt his coarse, cold hands wrap around my throat the same way they did before he threw me against the glass.

"Mike, please." I begged, holding his hands in attempt to get him to stop.
"Please what? You violated the rules." He remarked, his voice slightly distorted.
"Please stop." I felt the tears breach my eyes, but my begging was to no avail as he continued.
"I will when you wake up." He whispered, using all his strength to throw me back.

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8:30 am

As soon as my back hit the glass I jumped awake, laying in the bed of my newly bought apartment.
"What the fuck!?" I sat up, a cold sweat dripping down my face.
That's the third dream I've had about that night since I moved. It's basically impossible for me to forget about it when I'm tormented by it every night I fall asleep.

I still don't understand how Mike found out about me and Springtrap. Maybe he saw the newspaper at the funerals, or maybe (Y/F/N) told him before they died. I don't know, but I sure as hell don't want to figure it out. I want it all behind me.

But..what happened to Springtrap?

I stopped myself from thinking any further and maneuvered to the edge of the bed to stand up. Making my way into the kitchen, I checked the time to make sure I wasn't still dreaming. I then made myself a quick bowl of cereal, sitting down at the table and listening to the voices outside of my apartment. It was about that time of year where the Halloween decorations were coming out and everybody in town was talking about the Trick and Treats festival. A festival I didn't even know about until I heard the unknown people outside of my room.

"It's this Saturday! I heard this year is going to be the scariest one yet. It's right next to the new pizzeria that everyone's saying is haunted."
"There's no way it's haunted! It was just built not that long ago."
"Yeah, thats what makes it so scary. Anyway, I'm going with my boyfriend if you wanna third wheel, it would be embarrassing to go alone, hm?"

I could pick up the silent agreement as they both walked down the hall to grab breakfast from the lobby.
Embarrassing to go alone. I repeated in my head. New pizzeria?
Yeah.
There's no way in hell I'm going.

I cleaned up my bowl, setting it in the sink and walking to my favorite spot on the couch. I plopped down and when I turned the T.V on, the stupid festival was all over the news. Every channel I turned to had something about the "haunted" pizzeria, the rides, and even the games that would be available to play. I groaned and turned the T.V off, my thoughts running wild through my head.

How bad would it be if I did go alone? Hell, why am I even thinking of going at all? Maybe if I could find a friend to go with, or a family member?
Who am I kidding? Nobody I know has the motivation to drive all the way over here to go to some stupid festival with me. The only chance I have is-

A boyfriend?

I immediately started freaking out at the thought. How am I going to get a boyfriend within the next 4 days? I need to focus more on getting a job rather than going to some stupid festival with some guy I just met.

I got up off of the couch and made my way back to my room to browse for some job interviews. I didn't know the town very well, considering I'd only been living here for a week. I kept note of the jobs I was interested in and made a few phone calls, hoping I'd get a response within the next few days.

I then grabbed my phone, hesitantly opening the App Store and searching the one thing I never thought I would.

Tinder.

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Well, well, well, look who finally got motivation to write again after like 3 years. Me! Anyway, I know it's short but I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I'm very excited to continue this crazy Springtrap phase with all of you. Until next time.💞 -Author