A Different Style: Springtrap In The Constant

Chapter. 4

Woodie woke up first. He sat up and yawned, the sunshine shining through the walls of the tent. He feet were a bit sore from walking around all day yesterday, but he felt great. A new day. Perhaps he would get more supplies, like wood and hopefully not unleash his terrible secret. He looked forward to the next warm, sunny- and its winter. The cold air hit his face like a sledgehammer. He groaned and slipped his head back in the warm tent. "what's wrong?" Lucy whispered as to not wake up Wolfgang. "it's cold." he said. He worked up the strength to poke his head out again and found two beffalo hats hanging on the tent. He put one on and grabbed a thermal stone and put it next to the fire with Willow, who was already dressed in a beffalo hat and puffy vest and had the fire roaring. "that came fast, eh?" he said. "yup! It always does." she sighed, holding her hands out to the fire. "ya ever think Maxwell is watching us and makes things happen to make life here more-"
"-more of a pain in the ass? Yes." Willow interrupted. "why are you always the first one up?" she asked. "I'm a lumberjack. I go to bed early, and wake up early."
"but we all go to sleep at the same time." Woodie shrugged. "guess I just go used to wakin' up early." a yawn was heard behind them. Wickerbottom stepped out if the tent, looking just as exhausted as always due to her insomnia. "what are you doing up, Woodie?" she asked, tiredly. "we were just talking about that." Willow says. "I'd better wake everyone up."

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~meanwhile~
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Wilson once again had his body pressed against Springtrap's, his back being against the blanket he wrapped around himself. Springtrap was awake, and like he said, he'd let Wilson cuddle up to him. Did he like it? Not so much. Did he mind? A little. Could he relate? Yes. He was never held as a child, and he, too, liked to be held and to feel warm. Tracy is great. She talks, she tries to show affection, but she doesn't have limbs and can't really hug you.. She comforts him audibly most of the time, aside from the comfort he got from her mere presence. He held her close every night, her head resting on his bicep with the blade facing away from him. Wilson suddenly gasped as he sat up. He looked scared and was breathing kind of heavy. "what happened?" Springtrap asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. Wilson looked at him, embarrassed. "n-nothing. Just a nightmare. I'm okay." he said. "You sure?"
"yeah. Thanks." he smiled and lay back down. A tap on the flap of the tent got their attention as Willows voice was heard. "get up! Let's go!" she said. They looked at eachother and Springtrap picked Tracy up and Wilson let him get out first. Springtrap was hit with the same cold air as Woodie and he winced. He picked up the soft hat with odd horns on it and tried to put it on. Wilson stepped out and also picked up the other hat. "it's a beffalo hat. It's really warm." he said, putting it on. Springtrap put it on but his horns wouldn't let it stay on. "we need some rope!" Wilson said, as he went digging in the chests. "ooh, what's the safe word?" Tracy teased, Willow laughing. "very funny. Here." Wilson handed Springtrap the rope and he tied the hat on his f***ing head. "there! Now you have four horns!" Webber cheered. Wilson patted his head and sent him off. "alright, we need fuel for fire. Wood, pinecones anything we can burn. And thermal stones. We still have thermal stones, right?" Wilson called to everyone. "I think a moleworm stole mine." Wendy raised her hand. "okay, that's why we have extras." Wilson replied. "witch reminds me," he dug in a chests and gave Springtrap on of the thermal stones he was talking about. "you'll need this." he smiled. Everyone put their backpacks on and went out to do their chores and Wendy found some spiders to summon her sister, Abigail. How fun. Now that Springtrap at least knew where he was going, he could help out with chores. Wilson said that he could help him with the science and machines they had at camp. The more Springtrap thought about it, the more he realized Tracy was right. Wilson was acting different toward Springtrap then the others. He was... Nicer and wanted to be around him more. Why? Sleeping alone in that tent couldn't have been that bad. That would be ideal for Springtrap if he had a choice. In fact, Springtrap was gonna say he'd request to sleep alone like WX-78 if it weren't for the excitement Wilson had in his eyes when he found out he'd have a tent mate. Springtrap might be a little bit of a sociopath, but something about the way Wilson's eyes lit up like that... It reminded him of the way hid children's eyes would relax if one of them came into his room if they had a nightmare and he allowed them to sleep with him. Why did that remind him of that? His own mind was trying to make him relive painful memories of his kids before they-

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Springtrap exhaled. It was broad daylight, and he was next to someone who didn't know him. If he started crying now, it would just be too painful to say anything. He glared and blinked as much as he could to drive the tears away. He spoke to himself a little, testing his voice to make sure it wasn't shaking, then he realized Wilson started talking. "... The Alchemy Engine helps with more complicated tools and how to make them, once you get the supply list memorized and what goes where, you don't need it so much anymore-" He paused. "are you-"
"yes!" Springtrap raised his voice. He didn't mean to, but the question caught him off guard. "yes. Sorry." he said quietly. "it's okay. M-Memories?" Wilson asked. Springtrap was taken aback by 'memories'. "y-yeah."
-"about the night you were banished here, or...?"
-"it's a long story." Wilson nodded. "ya know, I was picked on a lot in school because they said I was gay. I mean I did shave my legs that one time but I don't how they got that information."
-"why did you shave your legs?"
-"I don't know.. I guess I thought it was a thing?" Wilson shrugged and gave a shy smile. Springtrap's eyes widened. That.. Smile was so... Innocent. That was a smile Springtrap hadn't seen in a while. "a-are you?" Springtrap asked. "g-gay..? No, I'm p-pansexual." he blushed a little. -"that's bisexual with less of a preference?"
-"uh.. Yeah, for me. And I'll expect any fetishes."
-"HA! I wouldn't say any fetishes there, buddy. There are some weird ones out there." Springtrap said with a laugh. "hehe yeah. Uh, what about you?" Wilson asked. "me? Bisexual I guess." he said. Wilson smiled and blushed a little. "y-you into anything 'weird'?" he sheepishly asked. Springtrap thought for a minute. "I'm kinky." he shrugged. "I'll say!" Tracy butted in. "You?" she asked. "uh... I did have Stockholm Syndrome for a while.. I don't know if I still do." Wilson looked down, a little embarrassed. "hey, it's okay." Springtrap put a hand on his shoulder. Wilson blushed and tried to get back on topic. "so, uh... S-Science!" he smiled an accomplished smile. Springtrap laughed. "so, how do you carry stuff?" he asked. "just in our pockets! Or if we have a backpack or Chester or something like that. Here, let me show you." Wilson enthusiastically reached into his vest and pulled out a rock. Then another one. Then ten more. The like eight logs. And a log suite that was big enough for him to wear. And a Ring Thing. Springtrap looked perplexed at what was happening in front of him. "that's not all! Look at this." Wilson leaned over a backpack and dumped out more logs and rocks and pinecones and frickin' gold and a literal bucket of shit. Springtrap looked at Wilson who was smiling like he was about to laugh. "w-why..?"

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Everyone gathered by two fire pits and told jokes while eating. It was like a dinner party. It was a nice breath of fresh air for Springtrap, because he knew almost every life story the Phantoms had and it was nice to hear some new stories and jokes. -"eh, what do you call a man with no arms or legs in the middle of the ocean?"
-"I don't know. What?"
-"... Bob. You know what else you call a man with no arms or legs in the middle of the ocean?"
-"what?"
-"screwed."
The night went on like that. They said it was kind of a tradition they did; stay up all night on the first day of winter, and just recover and chill the next day. "wait, how long have you all been here?" Springtrap asked. Everyone went silent. "uh," Wilson said, glancing around at everyone. "I've been here for six years." Springtrap snapped his glace at him. "what?" he asked. "we don't know how to get back home. Or... Even if we can." Willow sighed. Springtrap's shoulders dropped. "that's why we started this tradition, dear." Wickerbottom said. "... to share stories and memories of our lives." Woodie said. "... We may never see our family's again."