Why Me? *Rewrite*

Chapter 19

As she pushed the door open slowly, Saphira grimaced as the door squeaked a little from the movement, and she stepped inside carefully. The tiles were still the same colour as what she remembered. The floor tiles were a dusty, orange colour and the wall tiles were a beige colour. It wasn't a colourful bathroom, but it somewhat matched the theming between the Toy Plaza, the main dining room and the Haunted Classroom. And it would also match the Bedroom of Nightmares to a point as well. Though Saphira knew that renovations in bathrooms generally were about the pluming, and not so much the aesthetics.

"I told you all I am not hungry!" Saphira flinched as she heard Springtrap snap angrily. "I will eat later, but I don't feel like eating right now. I just need to clear my mind...I still cannot understand why she cares about me. I almost killed her the other day, and she still forgives me!" She flinched again as she heard the sound of him punching a nearby wall. "So leave me alone! I'll come out when my mind is clearer!"

Saphira swallowed nervously and let the door go so it would close and Springtrap would hear it. He let out a loud sigh of relief, and Saphira felt awkward as she knew that Springtrap wanted to be alone. She just had not expected him to say anything. But he did have good hearing too, even if he was focused on his own thoughts at this time. Saphira looked ahead as the entry into the woman's bathroom had a short hallway to a door leading into the cubicle area. She pondered on how she was going to approach Springtrap, knowing he was needing time to clear his mind.

She walked slowly to the archway and peered around it, looking over at the vanity with the long row of sinks and faucets. Springtrap had his hands pressed on the vanity as he had his head down and his whole body seemed tense. She was able to see from the reflection that he seemed to be sad and confused. She felt her heart aching for him, and all she wanted to do was run over to him and hug him to show him it was alright.

But doing that would be a bad idea. She quietly breathed in deeply before she spoke. "Springtrap."

Springtrap looked up immediately with wide eyes, spotting Saphira in the reflecting, noticing she was standing by the archway. He frowned at her. "What are you doing in here?! Did the others not tell you to give me my space?!"

Saphira swallowed nervously and shrugged. "They did...but...that was for yesterday." Springtrap let out a low growl and rolled his eyes. She stepped forward and cautiously approached. "However, we really should talk."

"There is nothing we need to talk about!" He turned his whole body to face Saphira, and she flinched, stopping in her tracks as she stared back at him. "I do not understand why you are here when you know that I need my space."

Saphira rubbed her right arm and shrugged at him. "Well...there is stuff to talk about, Springtrap. I know you are hurting, and I will never be able to give back the good years that we once had. But those good years are just that...history. We cannot get it back." Springtrap glanced away from her, growling lowly as he listened to her. "I wish I could have come back. But I lost...a lot the day I left, Springtrap. You have no idea. I know you are trapped in this prison of a building, forced to entertain the very thing you have to eat. I have been trapped in my own prison too. These past ten years have been nothing but hell for me."

Springtrap growled again and looked back at her, and he saw the pain visible in her eyes, and he softened his expression slightly and turned with a huff to place his hands back on the vanity bench and lower his head. "That might be true. But why do you even care for me? You claim it is because you feel you are the odd one out of the humans in this world, but I don't know if that is completely true. I almost killed you, and you are now standing near me. It wouldn't take much to snap that pretty neck of yours."

Saphira couldn't help but rub the side of her neck as he said that. "That might be true. However, I...I have taken the time to contemplate and understand everything. While I don't know what has happened to your specifically in the last ten years, I can imagine what you have gone through emotionally." She walked closer and stood beside him, placing her own hands on the vanity bench and looking at the mirror. "After all, with everything I've been through, I can certainly understand when someone is hurting, Springtrap. I did almost die ten years ago, and all because Jason was told to by your maker." Springtrap turned his head slightly to look at her and Saphira had tears in her eyes as she began to speak. "After leaving the pizzeria that afternoon, my mother forced me to remove my pendent because she didn't want me wearing it outside the pizzeria. She disliked my keen interest with the animatronics...and after you came along, even more so."