Repairable Hearts (Springtrap x Female Reader)

Chapter 1

"DON'T GO IN THERE YOU STUPID IDIOT!" (Y/n) screamed angrily at the TV. She was watching some random horror movie that just happened to be on when she turned the television's power on. It had been about twenty minutes since she had first started it, and already the cliche part of the movie just so happened to be the main character walking into the room that he just clearly saw the killer run into.

(Y/n) stood up with a huff and walked away as the man yelled 'Hello' and then screamed as a knife sliced across his throat. She was done with watching TV for today. It was only 5:00pm, but she didn't care. She shut the TV off. She wasn't going to even lay eyes on the powered down screen until tomorrow. She was too upset that the people wouldn't listen to her wisdom.

"(Y/n)! For the last time stop watching horror movies!" Stacey yelled at her. "I'm trying to study for my final exams for once!" She added as she came down the stairs, clearly upset.

"Since when, of all people, do you study?" (Y/n) asked quizzically.

"Since I found an online website that gives me the answers to everything I ask." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh really?" (Y/n) asked sarcastically. "Let me guess. Google?" She scoffed.

"Ugh! No! Never! This website is much better! Google can kiss my ass goodbye, because I'm never using that bullshit again!" She said in a quite offended tone.

"And what is this 'much better' website called?" (Y/n) asked, not really buying anything.

"It's called Spy Dragon. It answers everything I need and want to know with 100% accuracy." She told me.

"And where did you find this website? From a stalker on the deep web?" (Y/n) rolled her eyes.

"They're not a stalker! They're just really smart and they're possibly some FBI agent or something who has inside information on everything!" She yelled.

"Okay, but why would the website be called Spy Dragon? Hm? They're probably a stalker, whoever they are. And FBI agents are supposed to be sworn to secrecy." (Y/n) attempted to reason.

"You're wrong, and you need to try it out so you can believe me and stop being so suspicious." Stacey said angrily, placing her hands on her hips.

"I'll pass. The last thing I need is a creepy stalker tracking me down and asking for my money because I asked too many questions or something like that." (Y/n) waved her hand in the air dismissively as she turned away.

"But maybe it could help you find the perfect job your looking for and tell you how to get it!" Stacey was trying to persuade her housemate into using it just so that she could prove to her that she was right and the other was wrong.

"I don't think I need a job. I'm an engineer. I can just make something cool and sell it for more money than it's worth." (Y/n) reasoned.

"That's not gonna work. You need a job." Stacey said flatly.

"Ugh, but all the available jobs nearby suck." (Y/n) groaned.

"I bet I can find one for you~" Stacey smirked.

"As long as I don't have to use it myself, I honestly don't care anymore." (Y/n) sighed.

"Yay! I'll get right to it! That way you'll start being a little more helpful with paying the rent!" Stacey jumped up and down a little.

"Is that what this is all about?" (Y/n) giggled.

"Pretty much. Now, while I go do that, you're going to buy some groceries since you're done slacking off on the couch." Stacey told (Y/n) while handing her some money.