Salvaged (Springtrap x Reader)

Dead Man's Switch

The drive home on Friday was suffocatingly silent. You didn't know what else to do besides think.

Think about Springtrap.

Think about Vincent.

About the two of you.

Parking your car outside your home you let out a loud, frustrated yell as your forehead hit your steering wheel.

You closed your eyes for a moment, collecting your thoughts before exiting the car and entering your home. Exhaustion hit you all at once as you made it to your bed and collapsed on top of the covers.

What the fuck was all that?

You could still feel the ghosts of the animatronic hands roaming over you. It made your heart race slightly.

Palming at your face, a frustrated sigh left your lips. Your eyelids felt heavy as you dragged your hands down and off your face. Closing your eyes and slowing down your breathing you debated on whether or not you should even bother with stressing yourself out more right now or just wait until the morning.

I did take off early from work... I might as well make use of this time by resting a bit before arguing with myself. Or with him... eventually.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep as you let out a long overdue yawn and tossed over onto your side.

And, luckily, Adam didn't call and wake you up.

Saturday dragged on. With your stomach tied in knots, you didn't know how to relax. You didn't even know where to start when it came to sorting out your thoughts. It was like you short-circuited after last night's events.

Finding yourself pacing back and forth, you didn't know exactly what you could do. You were seemingly running on autopilot as you tried to go about your day like it was any other normal Saturday. Running to the grocery store, working on smaller mechanical projects, and cleaning. It all felt... wrong.

It wasn't until you found yourself standing in your empty and quiet living room that a thought stopped you in your tracks.

Even after all this time he still catches me off guard... I barely know anything about him...

Your eyes dashed over towards your laptop as you slowly sat yourself down on your couch. The laptop sat on the coffee table in front of you.

I never did look into those articles I had pulled up when I was searching for a picture of Vincent... I only skimmed them.

Do I even want to though?

What good would come from looking at his past crimes? I know he was a murderer but surely he hasn't done anything since he got stuck in Fazbear Fright...

Would he? There is that missing night guard...

He said that he thought the old guard just quit. That he wasn't aware the guy was missing... Could he have been lying to me?

Your leg started to bounce out of nervousness. These thoughts were starting to build up in your head, snowballing into one terrifying question that you had been avoiding since the beginning.

Is he really any different from when he was alive?

With that, your hand grasped at the laptop. There was only one way to learn anything about him since he seemed to dodge many of your questions. Pulling up the articles and documents you had previously found, you looked deeper into the information they held.

The first article surrounded the opening of a new and improved Freddy Fazbear's. It had attached the photo you originally found that showed Vincent and Scott alongside other people who, assumably, worked there as well.