FNAF Springtrap X Reader

Night 5-Rescued

 You woke up to a strange sound. After last night of talking to Balloon Boy and Balloon Girl, you had decided to stay at the Fright Show. You didn't understand why, but a feeling of sympathy for Springtrap and something else had taken over you, and made you want to stay. You had slept all day, tired out of your skull. Looking around groggily, you checked the clock in the office. It was 12:30 pm. You heard the strange sound again, something that came from behind you, and turned to see a boy with brown hair and orange eyes staring straight at you. You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Foxy Mask?" you asked, tears of joy in your eyes. Your ran to your brother and hugged him tightly. "Foxy Mask! I thought you were dead!" you cried, but as you rejoiced over finding your long lost brother, he silently pulled out a knife. You met your brother's eyes, but your happiness quickly melted into fear. "Foxy Mask?" you asked. You saw the knife in Foxy Mask's hand, and you backed away, realizing that this person was not Foxy Mask. The mysterious Foxy Mask imposter lunged at you, the knife he held aimed at your heart. You screamed, and ran out of the security office just as the knife struck the wall where you had stood moments ago. You ran down the halls as fast as you could, looking for the exit to find a way out of this nightmare. Just as you reached the part where the halls intersect, you stopped dead in your tracks. What you saw was Springtrap sitting there silently. Afraid, you silently and slowly started to back away from Springtrap. You bumped into Foxy Mask imposter, and he grabbed you. "Let go!!!" you screamed, struggling to get away from the imposter. You looked towards Springtrap, who hadn't moved. You silently stared at him, and as you did, something in your heart changed. Springtrap seemed so sad sitting there, as if he was being eaten away by a longing of some sort, afraid that whatever it was would make him be forever alone. You felt sympathy for Springtrap, and another emotion you hadn't felt since that day Springtrap had hugged you, that other feeling that had made you want to stay at the Fright Show; love. You reached your hand out towards the silent rabbit. "Springtrap," you said, your voice almost a whisper. The Foxy Imposter jerked you back to reality, and he grabbed your (H/C) hair, your eyes meeting his. "Let go freak!" you yelled, trying to get away. You fought with all your might to get away from the imposter freak, but he was too strong that even a high school wrestler couldn't make him budge. He slammed you against the wall of the hallway, and unfortunately it was your head he slammed against the wall, and you threw up all over the floor. You glared at the imposter, determined to fight to the death; and by the death, you meant the imposter's death. The imposter held the knife in his hand firmly. His orange eyes glowed, almost a paranormal glow, the knife in his hand glinting in the darkness.

"Any last words?" the imposter asked, his intimidating orange eyes glaring as if they were staring straight into your soul. 

"Supuringutorappu." You barely were able to muster the rest of the words, but you knew the message had gotten across.

"Very brave of you to say that name in front of me," the Foxy Mask imposter growled. The imposter held your hair tightly, ready to plunge his knife into your heart. You closed your  eyes, and in the darkness, you heard the sound of breaking metal.

Springtrap's POV

I stood in front of (Y/N). I hadn't planned to be in this situation, but as I had sat on the floor in the hallway, I had watched (Y/N)'s confrontation.  She had called out for me twice, but I was too afraid to help. When I saw the shadow ready to kill (Y/N), I had to intervene. I couldn't just sit and watch (Y/N) die. If I hadn't...remembered, I probably would have killed (Y/N) myself. But now it's different. Whether it was my love for (Y/N) or not, William Afton will have a happy ending.  The shadow had struck my arm, unable to stop the momentum of the knife he had planned to kill (Y/N) with, and the knife had shattered. I stood defiantly.  Behind me, (Y/N) had opened her eyes.

"Springtrap!?" she exclaimed, shocked and surprised. I growled at the shadow.

"You leave (Y/N) alone," I growled. I took a step closer to the shadow, his orange eyes glowing dimly with fear. "I MEAN IT." The shadow, defeated slunk into the darkness of the Fright Show.  I turned to (Y/N). Her (E/C) eyes glimmered with something I had never seen before, but the glitter vanished and turned to fear.

"Please, don't hurt me," (Y/N) whispered. I kneeled down to meet her beautiful eyes, but she turned away and hid her face.

"Wait," I said. (Y/N) glanced to me from behind her defense system of arms, which probably wasn't a good idea anyways. "Put your arms down," I added. (Y/N) shook her head, reluctant. Angrily, I grabbed her arms. "LiStEN, yOu LiTtLE-" I started to say, but when I saw (Y/N) shaking with fear, I breathed in heavily, trying to calm down. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just please..." I closed my eyes and sighed. I'm ashamed to even look at her. How could anyone love someone as horrible as me? I suddenly felt tears escape. One fell to the ground, then another. Before I knew it, I was sitting in a puddle of salty, bitter tears.