50 Shades of Springguard (FNaF 3 Guard x Springtrap)

#7 (Blunder) - 9 (Tender)

1) NONE OF THESE TAKE PLACE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE UNLESS STATED/IMPLIED OTHERWISE.

2) THEY ARE NOT IN ANY KIND OF ORDER.

3) Not all of these are romance. Don't worry, there will be plenty of romantic moments between the two, but there will also be friendship moments, as well as some...others, especially in the beginning. I think you know what I mean.

5) Chris is MY version of the FNaF 3 guard, and Mason is MY version of Purple Guy. Daniel is my Phone Dude :) You heard it here first!

7) Blunder

It was his blunder that brought him here, after all. No blaming Daniel for making him take the night shift, no blaming his doctors for insisting there was nothing wrong despite the hallucinations he always saw in that place; it was his fault.

His fault for no longer feeling fear, too.

The withered, disgusting suit that wandered into the office on a nightly basis? No fear. Not after the first two nights, that is. And maybe that was his mistake- trusting a demonic bunny haunted by a psychopath not to attack unprovoked.

Maybe if he hadn't let his guard down, Daniel wouldn't have to be greeted by the sight of a mangled corpse and sobbing rabbit. After all, it wasn't even his blunder.

8) Cough

"You sure you're okay, dude?"

Chris bit his lip. Today must've been pretty productive for his friend if the cleared away space and semi-neatly organized office held any significance. "I'm fine! It's just a-" He paused, as if to emphasize his words with the same action. "-cough."

"Right...If it gets too bad, I got some medicine somewhere, maybe the backroom. I think cough med's one of 'em...well, gotta go. Call me if ya need anything. See ya!"

A click denoted the silence of that voice, and Chris kicked his feet up on the desk, only to bring them back down when his lungs decided to hack.

"This is gonna be one hell of a night," he thought, plugging in his earbuds.

A few hours passed with that robot wandering the halls and a few more coughing fits, though the man's stomach didn't seem to appreciate being here. When an error occurred in the ventilation, he gagged to the point that a bit of bile entered his mouth and he raced to the bathroom.

There was noise in the office, but vomit out of your mouth can get a bit distracting.

When Chris returned, he was dumbstruck to find a glass of water and three different medicine bottles on the desk. Daniel had mentioned bringing in food, drinks, and just today, medicine, but that didn't explain why it had magickally appeared on his desk. To further things, there was no sign of anything putting it there. That is, except for the smell of rotting corpse.

9) Tender

Springtrap had nearly forgotten how tender human flesh could be. After all these years, the only contact he had was with his own body, which, to put simply, could take a bit of damage.

So when he finally got the man to trust him, what was the first thing he did?

Grab his hand and squeeze, causing several cracking sounds and a scream.

"I-I'm sorry!" he tried to exclaim, but the voice box was so badly damaged that it didn't seem to matter what he said, all the words came out as gargle.

"I-it's okay!" the man yelled, pulling out his phone. "I'm just gonna-!"

A little while later, the blonde dude that had first found Springtrap drove off with Chris in his backseat, and the golden suit feared he wouldn't return.

And yet, a week later, he did. Chris's hand was wrapped up in white, but otherwise seemed fine.

"You didn't mean it," Chris said when the robot gave him a questioning look from the doorway. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have an arm."

Spring actually did smile at that. The one time he honestly wasn't trying to hurt someone but did, and the guy...forgave him?

Human skin may be tender, but not as tender as a heart when you remove the calluses.