FNAF: The interviewed | Oneshots

Dirty Daydreams (Springtrap x Good Bloke)

(We ALL knew this would be the one I would do first, their interaction in the car scene was so cute.)

The bloke sat on the couch, a blank expression etched on his face, while the noise of the other animatronics bickering faded into the background. His gaze was fixed on the rotting, green animatronic before him, but his mind was elsewhere, spiraling through daydreams—each one more vulgar than the last.
The detective promised himself to stop daydreaming in public. But that promise has been long broken.

He couldn't help it; Ever since the time in the car the man shared with Afton, something within him had shifted. The rabbit's presence ignited something in him. The more they talked, the more he was drawn in, even his body was starting to... react.

The detective knew exactly what this feeling was and disgust consumed him.

It was wrong, everything about it. Here he was yearning for a murderer, a manipulator, a 50-year-old rotting corpse trapped in a tattered animatronic suit. He longed for Afton to pin him to the wall and declare ownership of him. The mere thought sent shivers down his spine, both thrilling and revolting. The idea of being touched, marked, or even broken by Afton excited and horrified him. Yet, he held back on those fantasies, terrified of how they might disrupt the balance between him and the other animatronics.
But imagine how good it would feel. The rabbit's hands would grip the detective in place as he rode out his ecstasy, feeling every inch and vein of his cock. God, the others would rip him apart if they knew what he was thinking about right now but the thought couldn't be helped.

This was his house after all——well... his mother's house. Nobody could tell him what he could and couldn't do, everybody else doesn't have to know. Heck, they're just annoying children playing dress-up. He's an adult——who could dictate what he could or couldn't feel? He can have sex with whomever he wants.

But what about the other person, it takes two to tango. Tangled up in the man's satisfaction, he forgot about consent.

Afton most likely has no intention of having any kind of relationship with him, loyal to his wife and kids, and... probably didnt... swing that way. There have been small hints of teasing from the rabbit but only when it degraded his physical abilities, nothing more.

These rampant beliefs tore up his insides, the pain giving him a headache.

His argument of thoughts was disrupted as a clawed paw gently tapped his shoulder. Bloke jolted out of his daze, leaving him startled. The animatronics glanced down at him, all looking relatively concerned. The freakish purple rabbit's form towered over the frightened man.

"You alright, mate?" Nightmare Bonnie questioned, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

"We've been calling your name for a while now."

"Something on your mind?" Ennard asks.

The detective firmly shook his head. "No, not at all," he responded, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.

N.B. glared at him suspiciously, the rabbit's claws gliding off his shoulder as those bright purple eyes pierced his soul. It was the same look he gave the bloke when they first encountered each other.

In a small hole that pierced through the group, the man locked eyes with the green animatronic, who was sitting lousily in a comfy couch seat. His face wore an amused grin as if the murderer knew something the detective didn't.

The grin sent a chill down the detective's spine, something almost magnetic about it. Afton sat there nonchalantly, draped in his decaying suit, his once-functional organs gleaming in the dim lighting. His eyes possessed a predatory gleam that made the detective's stomach churn.