Male! Reader x Fem!Springtrap (Purple Lady)

Chapter 4

"Of course. Anything you want." You tell her. Springtrap began walking over towards the row of monitors. "Very nice. When did they make them so flat?" "They've been that way for a long while now." You reply. An idea comes to your mind. Seeing that Springtrap was apparently curious about how things have changed, you decide to placate her by introducing your phone. Nervously you approach her. Holding your hand out with the device sitting on your open palm. Gears could be heard creeking as Springtrap turned around. The low yet clearly heavy sound of steel against concrete thudded as her feet fixed into place. She snatches the phone from your hand much faster than you anticipated. For a moment, you think she is about to attack again. "Hm?", Her mechanical eyes whirred as they moved up and down, scanning the sheen of pure black. "Christ, I look like hell, don't I?" Springtrap says with morose resentment.
For a split second you think it best not to answer. Fortunately, she continues speaking before you would have had time to reply. "Fancy calculator. It's a far cry from all the buttons on the ones I know." You succeed in stiffling a slight chuckle. "You've got to click the button on the side. Then slide your-" You hesitate to say finger, given her current state. Springtrap notices this hesitation, and possibly why you hesitated. Her head looks up from the phone in your direction. You give a sheepish, apologetic smile as you decide it would be best to simply gesture with your hands. You slide your index fingure over your open left hand. Springtrap nodded and managed to turn the phone on. The screen gave a very subtle screech that was gone in an instant. Likely the metal of the suit's index fingure scraping it. The apertures of the glowing yellow eyes dilate. "This is really...interesting (y/n). What do all these little images do?" The next few hours are spent explaining to her how the world had changed since here time. When introduced to the concept of online videos and music, Sprintrap requested hearing a song called Head Over Heels by the Go-Go's. She was particularly interested in hearing about all the urban legends surrounding the former company Fazbear Entertainment. "Very neat. All of it!" She finally said as that portion of the conversation began to wind down. "You're a good friend, (y/n), you know that? I think you and I can really make this place work out for us." "What do you mean?" You didn't believe for a second that Springtrap had your best interest in mind. Or that she considered you a friend. Maybe it was arrogance, or that she sometimes forgot what she looked like. Possibly a bit of both. That facade of charm might have worked when she was alive. Judging by her taste in music, she could not have been all that old when she died in the 90's. "You'll have to wait and see." She giggled. Her tone feeling somehow more offputting than ber appearance. "I think your shift'll be over soon (y/n)." She glances at the time on one of the monitors. "Right. So...now what happens?", You reply. "Can you keep a secret? Oh, what am I saying. Of course you can! I'm going to go back and keep my 'resurrection' between you and me." You looked at the time before looking back at her. "I won't tell anyone. Don't worry." She bagan walking back in the direction of the maintenance room. "What are you gonna say, (y/n), that the animatronic is alive?!" Her mocking tone was back. You sit there for a very silent thirty minutes. Feeling a mix of disbelief, intrigue and overwhelming fear. 'Had that actually just happened?' You think to yourself. Finally, the faint light of the very early morning greeted you as you walked over towards the exit. An imacculate black sports car was pulling into the empty parking lot. Filmore's car. Right then and there, you desperately want to tell him that you are quitting this job.