50 Shades of Springguard (FNaF 3 Guard x Springtrap)

#1 (Nice) - 6 (Cat)

First of all, very important, NONE OF THESE TAKE PLACE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE UNLESS STATED/IMPLIED OTHERWISE! That applies for all drabbles throughout all chapters.

Second, they ARE NOT IN ANY KIND OF ORDER. Please keep this in mind.

Third, NOT ALL OF THESE ARE ROMANCE! Although there will be plenty of romantic moments between Spring and Chris, not all of them will be like this, especially not in the beginning!

Fourth and finally (for now), Chris is my version of the FNaF 3 guard. I didn't get his design anywhere but my brain (you can even validate this by looking at the FNaF rp forum I'm a part of, if you feel the need to). The only reason I have him listed as an OC is because Fanfiction doesn't have the FNaF 3 guard (nor Phone Dude) as a character -.- Good job, Fanfiction, good job.

Without further ado, here is the first "chapter" of 50 Shades of Springguard~

-Bexley

1) Nice

"I found a suit!"

Those words, at first, seemed like the nicest thing to happen to this company. Not that Chris cared. He was only doing this for his friend. And the money, of course.

2) Tap

Death metal could be pretty loud when turned up to max volume, which is why Chris didn't hear the 'tap tap tap' against the enormous window in front of him. That didn't explain why his eyes didn't notice the grotesque robotic figure. No, that was the result of being locked in a video game, only occasionally flipping through the cameras. For some reason, he never saw that new suit his friend spoke of. Maybe he would've if he'd just looked up.

3) Roses

There was very little activity throughout the week, so Chris was surprised when he came in for his second Monday to find a bouquet of wilted roses on his desk. At first, he accused Daniel, but the phone dude seemed honestly clueless towards the matter. Yet, there was no evidence of a break in. The only possible clue was a few bits of broken metal mixed in with them.

4) Gagged

The first time it had stood in the doorway, the smell of rotting corpse filled every inch of surrounding air, including the room Chris was situated in. So maybe his eyes and ears were distracted, but there was nothing entertaining his nose, or stomach, for that matter, when he began to gag.

"Holy hell, what is that stench?!" Blue eyes darted around for its location. When they landed on a golden suit, a sparkle etched into them. It wasn't one of fear, but not one of excitement either, instead settling for some mix of the two.

"Hello?" The robot tried to say, but its voice box was completely damaged and instead came out as a string of broken static.

"What the hell?!" The raven-haired boy popped out his earbuds, pushing the wheeled seat away from the suit. He looked straight into its eerily human eyes- eyes filled with fear, pain.

"Please help..." the thing croaked, though still unable to convey the message.

Chris reached for his phone when the thing took a step inside, the stench becoming overwhelming and he started gagging once more.

"It hurts!" It screeched and the night watch had to cover his ears.

"Get away from me!" The twenty-some-year-old cried, hoisting up his chair in defense.