Male! Reader x Fem!Springtrap (Purple Lady)

Chapter 3

You looked cautiously at it's yellow, neon eyes. "Ok, ok. Oh my God...are you really-?" She laughed, ending in a long, almost sorrowful sigh. "Dead?", she said before shaking her head. You were unsure if this was because she was denying this fact, or merely showing her disapproval of it. The neck gave short, muffled screeches as it moved left to right. "I suppose I might as well find out more about all this. How long?" You gave her a confused look. "As far as Freddy Fazbear's closing down? It's been almost thirty years. When did you pass away?", you asked, succeeding at not sounding hesitant. This thing, or woman, was clearly deriving satisfaction from your fear. And seemed more inclined to cause you harm if you conveyed a strong sense of helplessness. You knew it would be best, at the very least, to appear confident. "Last thing I remember is that it was '93.", Springtrap said flatly. Her eyes then examined the screens at your desk. "I...just can't believe this is happening." Her tone then shifted to one of sadastic joy as if she had just forced herself out of a long trance. "Oh hell, what am I saying?! You're the one who should be worried! So...what do to...with you?" Clearly she had intent to harm you regardless of your demeanor. You held your hands up slowly. "It's ok ma'am. Springtrap, I mean. I'm nobody to you. What or who you are, it makes no difference to me. Please-" "I know, hon. You're going to try squirming your way out of this. I missed these kinds of moments!" Your heart pounded as you tried recalling something in the room that could be used to defend yourself. Something not too far out of reach. You couldn't look around with your eyes. Moving them would only alert her to what you were about to grab. You remembered the flashlight on top of some file cabinets. Located to your left based on where you were standing in the office. "Hmm. So, (y/n).", she was looking at the name tag on your uniform. "How about that fan? Wouldn't you like-" You clutched the flashlight quickly and swung it at the animatronic's neck. Springtrap let out a low grunt. You turned around, seeing only for an instant that the flashlight did not damage her. As you fully turned around, ready to sprint, you felt the force of her metal hands push you. You're vision started to blur after hitting the floor face down. "Wow. That got you places, didn't it?", she mocked. "Hold on!..Shit!", you shouted as you rolled over onto your back, breathing heavily afterword as your mind raced with panic. "Sure. I'll hold on. But try something like that again, and I might forget the fact that I haven't spoken to another human being in decades. Now get up." You shook as you stood back up, and continued to do so once on your feet. Springtrap grasped your head lightly in both hands. She then brought her face right up to yours. "Ok, my new friend. I need you to help me get some things done. Alright? This...'afterlife' of mine might provide some new opportunities. But first, I need to know I can trust you."