FNaF One Shots

Don't (SpringtrapXReader)

A.n. okayyy another song based chappie. I don't know why all of my sad ones involve Springtrap. Whateva. Based off of Don't You Dare Forget The Sun by Get Scared. The lyrics are in bold italics.

Y/n's P.o.v......

Your a mess, tangled with your confidence. You think you haven't sinned. Well your unstoppable. Your walls are impassable.

Y/n sighed as her body begrudgingly walked into Fazbear's Fright, wanting to do nothing more than to run and get the hell away. Her life had been going downhill ever since she ran away from her past. Away from her abusive stepfather, and his insatiable sexual advances.

Well I think your better off lookin' alone. The boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home. And at the end of the day, you think to yourself "My body is a product bein' sold on a shelf"

The walls were coated with century old pizza grease, and the odor coming from the animatronic's area was making her choke on the mucus in her throat. The sounds her Converse made against the tiled floor only reminded herself that she was the only one alive here. She was the real monster in this damned building.

Tell me I can change, tell me I can change~~

Her mind was fogged with the mind numbing-migraine inforcing-heart wrenching questions that she asked herself everyday. 'Is it worth it?' 'Am I that ugly? ' 'Should I just...give in?'

Well I know your layin' back. Contemplatin' your own death. Well just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the Sun, Love.

Y/n's breath became hitched as she walked into her office, her eyes immediately catching onto the tall glass surrounding the front wall. As if she could see her fate through the scratchy chipped surface. Although she could tell that something tonight would change Fazbear's Fright.

Your white walls keep ya from your pad and pen, you just wanna stab again. Can't believe it's half this hard. You never knew your mind was dark.

Her body and arms were marred with the scars of a battle un-winnable. A battle she'd been fighting ever since she was twelve. The feeling of loneliness, emptiness, and forcing herself to see the silver lining. A battle that couldn't end. A battle against her innermost mind.

Her thoughts seemed to echo throughout the huge horror attraction. Just enough to make her claustrophobia flare up with flying colors. As the phone rang, she heard the phone guy explain how grateful he was that she signed up. Afterwards, an annoying voice rang out, clarifying that she would be killed.

She already knew. Her mother had worked here too. Just to get away from Y/n's stepfather. To run away from her responsibilities. To leave Y/n with that bastard of a man. With the piece of filth that stole her virginity when she was nine.

The tales surrounding Fazbear's Fright were something of a backlash to her. They minimized the damage that the spring-locked bunny could do. Undermined the tortuous ways he punished his victims. Ignored his pain and loneliness.

Springtrap grunted as he heard a new security guard walk into his domain. 'I wonder how loud she'll scream?~' his thought resonated throughout his skull, and his grin seemed to get impossibly wider.

After the bell rang, Springtrap proceeded to zip and zoom around the halls, him immediately noticing that the guard wasn't flipping the hell out. They all scream. They all beg for mercy. All of their blood is spilled, not a drop of the crimson liquid going to waste. So how was this girl different?

Well I think you are better off lookin' alone. The boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home. You can dig so deep for scars. You never knew your mind was dark.

C'mon and breath with me oh,
Breath with me oh!

Y/n's tears fell silently, retracing the all too familiar path down her cheeks and off of her chin. Her e/c eyes clouded over, and her fists pounded uselessly against the desk. The words she used as ammunition on the tip of her tongue.

Well I know your layin' back. Contemplating your own death. But just look at what you've done. Don't you dare forget the Sun, Love.

Springtrap's eyes locked onto her broken frame. His hands longed to hold her close, and to whisper sweet nothings into her ears. His body yearned to help her through this fragile moment. And when her eyes snapped up to his, he only felt that tenfold.

Her fearful gaze was diluted wiyh tears of pain and sorrow, while her body was scarred by the lashings of hate that spilled from her countenances. She stared at Springtrap and she wanted to shout to the rooftops. She would finally get to leave this hell on Earth.

You look down on me, so casually. In everything I know. You look down on me, but not right at me. Right through this broken heart. Dear Diary, life is trying me. Can I get a sign?

She knew her time was up..........

A.n.
I'm going to end it here, because I want to see how badly y'all want the second part. I've already written it. But I would also like to apologize for the lack of updates. Shit happens.