Our Story Isn't Over Yet (Springtrap/Purple Guy x Reader)

Chapter 9: The Escape

You jolted awake from yet another dreamless slumber awoken by the sounds of loud bangs and raised voices "WHERE IS SHE!" one very familiar voice shouted over the others followed by more bangs and crashes until the locked door that kept you trapped was forcefully slammed open. Immediately Vincent ran to your side as he torn away your gag and ripped through the ropes that bound your wrists. Lost in sudden wave of emotions you hugged your saviour tightly as you began to cry "shh it's ok (y/n)" Vincent spoke soothingly as he picked your bruised and bloody body up bridal style "come on, we need to get out of here before that masked fucker comes back" and with that he sprinted out of the room.

After several minutes of running through the darkened halls Vincent finally entered a room you recognised, the hidden back room. Carefully Vincent put you on the ground and sat beside you holding your hand in his own "we should be safe in here for a little while" he mumbled. After a considerable amount of silence you finally decided to speak "Vincent" "yes my finch" came the smooth reply "when I was with Marionette he mentioned something" "oh? and what was that?" you took a deep breath before continuing "he said you loved me". Silence that's what followed no quick-witted response just silence.

"Vincent?" you prompted gently the only response you received was a chuckle from within the decrepit bunny suit "well what do you know that masked bastard told the truth for once" you looked up at him in surprise "wait, what?" "he was right (y/n) I do love you, I always have loved you" "Vincent if you loved me then why did you try to kill me in this room a year ago" "simple because if I couldn't have you I didn't anyone else to have you" "that's twisted" Vincent chuckled "I don't know if you've noticed (y/n) but back then I was a very twisted man with a equally twisted way of showing my affections for example remember when you cut yourself and I licked up your blood" you shivered at the memory "I would rather forget that". 

Another chuckle came from within SpringTrap's suit "your blood tasted good (y/n)" "I don't want to know" came your quick response accompanied by yet another chuckle "you should rest little finch, you'll need your strength tomorrow" "why?" "I'm going to try and get you out the building but I doubt Marionette will let you leave without a fight" "oh, good night then Vincent" you said as you rested your head on his arm "good night my little finch". Your heavy eyes closed and just before sleep took you away, you barely heard Vincent's final words "I love you (y/n)".