You Can't Leave Me: Springtrap × Reader ((NOT discontinued))

4

Kinda reminded me of this chapter ^

   You grab the camera, performing the same camera checks as last night. The night was going fine until you come across a camera with a large figure. This must be the thing the phone guy was talking about, your eyes locked onto the newly found robot. You wonder if it still works when your stomach growls.

   "I brought snacks for a reason," you say, digging through your bag to find a (f/s). You open it eagerly, taking a bite.

   Once done, you shift through the cameras again. When you come across the one with the animatronic, it's gone. You begin to panic.

   You swear it was there before. No, you know there was something there before. Did somebody break in? I never heard anything.. You choose to continue working, attempting to ignore the growing fear and anxiety.

   3:00am.

   Time moves slowly, but passes nonetheless. The robotic bunny continues to move rooms, usually standing in hallways or just hanging around. At one point you almost fall out of your seat finding it staring directly at you, its face only a foot away from the camera.

   4:00am.

   You can't help but notice whenever it moves, it seems to be heading towards your office. It tends to stare into the camera. You also notice that the camera system will show static for a few seconds every now and then. It's probably because of the shitty quality everything here seems to have.

   As 5am rolls around, you hear a loud thud, like something is in the vents. When you check, you find none other than the trash rabbit itself on its stomach crawling through the vents.

   Obviously, you begin panicking. How is it crawling through the vent?! I didn't think they were programmed to do that!

   Seeing as how the vent leads directly into the office, you take action, closing the vent before it could get through. You didn't want to know what happened if it found you, and you definitely weren't looking to found out.

   You check to see if it moved, and fortunately it did. The only problem, now you can't seem to find it.

   *ding dong ding dong*

   *ding dong ding dong*

   6:00am, finally. You return the tablet once more, check the systems, and leave. Thankful this night was less painful than the last, you go home mostly calm.

   Sure, the animatronic was terrifying and kept walking around, it was probably just programmed to walk around back in its day. No matter what, you were still curious about it.

   You: I was wondering about the animatronic? I don't remember seeing it before.

   Boss Dude: we found it yesterday boarded up. it barely worked

   You: What do you mean?

   Boss Dude: we managed to make it run. it can talk, but its voice box must be messed up

   Boss Dude: it looks to be spring bonnie from fredbears. they shut down in 1983

   That explains why it looks so old. That's before I was even born!

   You: Ok, thanks Mike!

   Boss Dude: anytime

   The new information only made you want to know more. Your curiosity felt like a hunger that couldn't be satisfied. Well, it couldn't hurt to check it out before my shift starts.

   ~time skiiiiip~

   11:47pm.

   You arrive at the attraction, bringing a wash rag and conditioner. If he's that old, you figured he'd be nasty, And you didn't think the company would clean him. So you decided you'd clean him up a bit before your night started.

   You find him sitting limp on the floor near the entrance. Grabbing your cleaning supplies from your bag, you kneel beside the bunny. Upon inspection, you notice his matted tufts. Then you smell it.

   It smells like death. He must've seen some not so kind years..

   "Poor thing. I'm sorry, but you're a little crusty, so I'm gonna have to clean you," you tell him. After pouring some water and a drop of soap on the rag, you begin gently scrubbing at his chest. It seems to work a little, the fur slowly regaining its fluff. You then move to his face, trying to avoid the many holes, tears, and wires.

   You begin massaging his ears, a smile spread wide across your face. You could tell your work was paying off, and although he was broken and torn, you thought he was a somewhat cute bunny.

   You used a spare rag to dry him. You started petting his freshly conditioned fur. It was extremely soft, and its scent almost completely covered that of rot. You stop to admire your progress when you hear the chime signaling 12:00. You get up and begin to hurry to your office, but something grabs your wrist.

   You freeze. You were the only person here, and the only other thing was-

   "Na-name?" a deep, glitched voice asks. You slowly turn around to find the animatronic, now active, staring directly into your eyes. His white eyes send chills down your spine, and his hand is locked tight around your wrist.

   "Name?" he repeats, frustration evident in his voice.

    "Y-y/n. How about y-yours?" you return the question. He releases his grip on your wrist, then begins to stand. As he does so, you hear a weird squishing sound. Now that he's standing, he had to be at least 7 feet tall, easily towering over you.

   "Sp-springtra-trap." Suddenly, he starts to fiddle with his neck. You hear a little click, and he talks again.

   "Why were you touching me?" he demands, his voice no longer glitching, while still deep and scratchy.

   "O-oh, I was just trying to condition your fur. It seemed really matted, so I thought maybe a good scrub with conditioner would help."

   He looks down, touching his chest and messing with the fur. He looks back at you, seemingly calmer.

   "I assume you're the night guard?" You didn't notice before, but he seems to have a bit of an accent. British maybe? His voice is very raspy too.

   "Yes, that's correct. This is my third night here."

   You fiddle with your hands, avoiding looking at him. His large form intimidates you, and you were scared. Who wouldn't be?

   His gaze never leaves you. You look up, and he grins, wide. It sends chills through your body.

   "Do you like games? I haven't played any in a long time, so I'm quite bored," he explains, leaning against the wall behind him. You're terrified at this point. You have no idea what he is, how he's "alive", and you sure as hell don't want to find out.

   "I actually have to get to my office. My shift started five minutes ago.." You attempt to walk away, but he once again grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

   "My dear, I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

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