SpringTrap x Reader

Part 13 [The Day Before The Match]

"A deathmatch, huh?"
Springtrap walks back to where Foxy and Bonnie were idly chatting.
"Hey, Fox Man!"
Foxy lifts his head, and looks at Springtrap with a dazed look.
"What is it now, Springy?"
Springtrap shoots him a glare.
"Well, I talked to... What's her name again?"
Bonnie pipes in.
"I believe her name was Mangle?"
Springtrap nods at Bonnie, and continues.
"Yes, I finished talking with Mangle, and she requested that we should do a deathmatch between me and Fox Man."
Foxy is not pleased.
"A deathmatch?! Do you even know what a deathmatch is? I'm not going to risk my life just to entertain some random chick!"
Foxy storms off into another room, leaving Springtrap and Bonnie to their own devices.
"Hey, do you think that the only reason why he doesn't want to do this is that he doesn't want to die?" Springtrap questions him.
"Well, based on his reaction, I feel like his life isn't the only thing he cares about. It's possible that he just doesn't want to hurt you."
Springtrap chuckles at Bonnie's response.
"Heh, he's such a big ol' softie..."
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You finally made it out of that damned place. As the first lines of the sun began to rise, you wonder how long it's been since you've been captured by these crazy robots. You continue walking alongside a quiet highway, hoping to find a sane person. After walking for a few minutes, you spot a McDonalds billboard on the other side of the road.
"Next McDonalds Is In 5 Miles!"
You groan, and pull up your sack (which you are currently still wearing). The journey home has just begun.
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"Man, who does she think she is? And right in front of my salad?!?"
Foxy pulls out a small container from his pocket, containing a delicious vegetarian salad made with fresh lettuce, juicy tomatoes, crisp cucumbers, and creamy ranch drizzled on top. He happily takes off the lid, and devours the salad in seconds.
"I swear, I'm not going to put up with this. It's time for me to request backup..."
He takes his cellphone out, and calls a number.
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"Hello?"
"It's me, Foxy. I'm gonna need some help with my current situation..."
"'Current situation' eh? Is it that urgent?"
Foxy pulls the phone closer to his mouth.
"I'll explain the details when you arrive, but get here quick."
"Alright, we'll be there in a tick."
Foxy ends the call, and pulls out another salad.
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Mangle is carefully watching over the three, waiting for something to happen. As she waits, she realizes that Foxy will keep inhaling salads until someone stops him, so she slithers down from the ceiling and slaps the salad out of his hands.
"Wha-"
Foxy turns around, confused.
"T-That was my salad!" He's clearly upset.
"I couldn't bare watching you anymore, so I had to intervene. Now, are you going to participate or not?"
Foxy gulps, and rapidly nods his head.
"Good, now prepare yourself, the match starts tomorrow." She slithers back into the ceiling, leaving Foxy with many questions.
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"You know, we haven't seen Y/N since this all started..."
Springtrap suddenly remembers that you exist.
"Oh heck, I forgot about them..."
He suddenly bolts out of the room and into the hole (which hasn't been patched up yet).
Bonnie sighs, and waits for him to come back.
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10 seconds later, Springtrap sprints back into the room, panting.
"I don't actually know this place that well..."
Bonnie sighs once more.
"I'm sure they'll be fine, just worry about the match for now, we can deal with them later."
Springtrap nods, and walks back to where Bonnie is sitting.
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At last, after walking for what seemed like forever, you reached the McDonalds. As you gazed at the golden arches, the sun shined above your head. You haven't really seen the sun in a long time, and you smile as the sun's rays gently caress your skin. After a few moments, you decided to walk through the door, only to realize that you had nothing but this sack on, and you were quickly gaining the attention of nearby customers. Some mothers glared at you as they shielded their children's eyes, while others just shook their heads.
You figured that you should probably get something suitable to wear before going out into public, so you walk out of the McDonalds, determined to find some clothes.
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Foxy was thinking about calling them again when they suddenly barged through the wall (these walls seriously need to be fixed...).
"You called?" said the one who resembled a bear.
Foxy was disappointed when he only saw 2 of them, but he was happy that they showed up anyways.
"Yeah, I'm glad you're here and all, but we don't have time to screw around. The match is tomorrow, and I need to find a way to avoid killing anyone without getting myself killed."
They nodded, and gathered around the table Foxy was seated at.
"So, a match? That's what has you so worked up?" said the tall one.
"Geez Mari, it's not just a regular match, it's a deathmatch..." Foxy pouted.
"Hm, you're scared of a deathmatch? I thought I trained you to be better than this..." Mari looks at Foxy disapprovingly.
The one who resembles a bear laughs. "Hah, alright. We'll help you out, but only because the boss likes you."
"You make it sound like I'm his pet..." Foxy blushes.
"Listen, I'm glad we're making fun of Foxy, but we have more important things to worry about. Goldie, can you contact BB and send him what we know so far?" Mari puts their hand on Goldie's shoulder.
"We're counting on you..."
Foxy looks at them, disgusted.
"Get a room you two!" He shouts at them.
Forgetting that they aren't alone, they jump and quickly separate.
"R-Right, I'll send the info to him..." Goldie pulls out a laptop from his bag, and starts rapidly inputing codes onto the screen.
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"How am I going to get clothes if I don't have money?" You exclaim in the parking lot.
As you're talking to yourself, a car pulls into a "Employees Only" spot.
"Aha..." You viciously rub your hands together, smirking with a grin you hoped looked evil, but it instead it just makes you look stupid.
You rush behind a bush, waiting for the employee to get out of their car. As they step out, you run at them, causing them to freak out. As you knock them out with your flailing, you thank your parents for forcing you to attend those self-defense classes, even though you learned nothing from them.
As you drag their unconscious body behind the bush, you remove your sack, and then remove their uniform. After changing into their uniform, you place them into the sack.
"Sorry for knocking you out and stealing your clothes, but I'm hungry and desperate." You whisper, crouching over their body and clasping your hands together.
Now, you believe you're ready to enter the McDonalds. Instead of walking through the front entrance like a peasant, you stride through the "Staff Only" door, only to trip on the mat inside. Thankfully, all of the employees are too busy crying over their sad lives as they shove french fries into their mouths to notice, so you sneak into the bathroom, undetected.
For the first time since you left your house, you look into the mirror. There's dirt smeared on your face, ketchup stains around your mouth, and leaves tangled in your hair. You turn on the faucet, and after 30 minutes of vigorously rubbing your face and hair, you manage to clean yourself up. While drying your hair with the hand dryer, you think about how far you've gotten. You survived a zombie apocalypse (which happened to be just a bunch of actors being filmed for a movie), you've been captured by robots, and you traveled 5 miles on foot, wearing nothing but an extra large potato sack. Overall, you've grown up so much since the beginning. You smile as you finish drying your hair, thinking about what to do afterwards.
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"What's this? owo"
To celebrate our 3rd Anniversary, I decided to publish Part 13.
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Thanks for reading! uwu