Salvaged (Springtrap x Reader)

Semantics

Springtrap's cold metal began to feel warm as his arms and head remained pressed against you. Hearing him say that he didn't plan on leaving you made your stomach flip in the same nauseating way that you felt whenever you had an old middle school crush.

Oh God, you thought. That is what this is, huh? A crush. Who would have thought I'd be crushing on a dead guy in a rabbit suit?

The thought made you let out a suppressed, dry laugh that had caught Vincent's attention. You felt the metal scratch against your cheek as the rabbit moved his head up to look at your face.

"Are you still upset with me?"

Your brows furrowed in sympathy at his question. He sounded like a child who had just been scolded for drawing on the walls. Looking at the animatronic's face, you smiled at him. Lifting yourself onto your toes you leaned in and gave the rabbit a kiss on his forehead. The jagged metal threatened to cut into the soft skin of your lips but you couldn't care less about that.

Leaning back down you noted the surprise on the rabbit's face causing you to grin at him.

"It was still rude but," you paused, wondering if you were going to be teased for what you were about to say, "I can't stay mad at you."

Springtrap sat up, his hand sliding back only to stop and rest on your waist. You felt yourself blush at the feeling, noting how it felt a lot more intimate than the hug from before.

"I'm glad to hear that, Bunny." His fingers pressed into your body. Not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of their presence.

Before you could get too lost in the moment however, you jumped when you heard your phone buzz.

Ah, that's right. I set an alarm to let me know when it was getting close to 6 a.m. so I could make sure I was done with his programming.

You pulled yourself away from the animatronic. Canceling the program, you detached Springtrap from your laptop and began to put everything away. As you moved around the desk you could feel his eyes follow your body. Your eyes finally snapped towards him when you heard the thud of his feet hitting the ground.

"We'll be able to figure out if everything went well once it hits six."

He looked back your way with a laugh, "I'm sure it all went as it should. I don't feel much different but you're a smart kid so I have trust in you."

You wanted to argue with him calling you a kid but you felt that it would have been in poor taste. Especially since it was sandwiched between him complimenting and saying he trusted you. So, you smiled and nodded before continuing to pack.

It didn't take long for the end of your shift to arrive and you were pleasantly surprised that everything did indeed go as it should. Springtrap was able to walk you to the exit of Fazbear Fright after 6 a.m. without any visible issues. It seemed that Vincent was able to tell that you were on edge, waiting for something to go wrong, as he did his best to fill the odd silence with bits of conversation. You quietly appreciated his concern but were much too focused on eyeing the animatronic up-and-down to make sure that nothing would go haywire before you left.

You were so out of it that you barely picked up that Vincent had once again said something to you. One of his suited hands began to reach out towards your face.

Startled by the sudden intrusion you snapped your head up, "AH- Sorry, sorry. What was that?"

"I said, if you keep looking at me that intently I'm gonna assume that you're trying to undress me with those eyes of yours."

The grin in his voice was evident and didn't help you in trying to suppress the warmth creeping over your face as you scoffed at him and looked away. He laughed loudly at your embarrassed display.