50 Shades of Springguard (FNaF 3 Guard x Springtrap)

12 (Neglect) - 14 (Comedian)

12) Neglect

When Mason finally found out how to leave the suit, his heart was shattered. He hadn't "moved on" or anything like that, just learned how to detach from the suit. He insists it be the result of the close bond formed with Chris over the few weeks, though the latter still wasn't quite sure.

None the less, Mason floated above his obsession's head as they entered the living's home. If you could call it a home, that is. The second Chris had walked in the door, yelling could be heard throughout the house. It wasn't specifically directed to him, though his name did come up a few times.

What got Mason was that no one even acknowledged the alive one had arrived. Back when he was living with his parents, the adults would treat him like a god, but Chris didn't even go noticed.

It was like that for the rest of the day.

Late evening, when the younger was preparing for his shift, Mason finally decide to confront him on the matter.

"Is it always like this?"

"Pretty much." The fact that Chris was acting as though it was nothing shocked the dead man even more. Has this been similar to the lives of the children he murdered? If so, wasn't he doing them a favor, to put them out of their misery?

Obviously not, since they still haunted the place. But that wasn't the matter at hand.

"Chris, aren't you old enough to move out?"

The night watch turned his attention to the purple ghost while lacing up the shoestrings. "Yeah, but I wanna get through college first. One debt at a time, y'know?"

"Of course." He didn't know at all, but that was besides the point. It was times like these that Mason desperately wished he were still living so he could offer the man a place to stay. After all, it was their bond that freed him from that mummy. It was the least he could do...except that he couldn't.

And that's what the afterlife would be like, right? Just a whole lot of 'couldn't's.

13) Sway(ing)

Upon the request of a certain golden rabbit, Chris had brought a portable speaker with him.

"Did you get the song I wanted?" Mason asked when Chris had entered the building.

"Yeah." The younger stared at his dead friend with blank cyan eyes, almost as if coaxing him to explain why.

"You'll see."

The two made their way to the office, where the usual bunny suit lay slumped in a corner. Ever since Mason had learned to move without it, that's where it normally stayed. Unless Chris had a headache. The purple guy couldn't stand complaints resulting from his companion's increased irritability and sense of smell.

Mason shifted to a more gentlemanly stance, particularly one involving legs. "Would you mind playing the song?"

The night guard plugged his phone into the speaker and pressed a few buttons. A waltz filled the room shortly after.

The purple ghost held out his hand. "Christopher Schmidt, may I have this dance?"

"Dance?" The guard took a step back. "You didn't say about dancing."

Mason frowned. This wasn't how he'd imagined it would go. "What's wrong?"

"I can't dance. Not in front of people."

The ghost chuckled. "I think you're forgetting that I'm not a person."

"I still don't know the song."