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

10

You cross your arms and glare at Springtrap as he walks through the house. His eyes lock with yours.

"What's that look for?"

"I didn't ask to be carried," you huff at him.

"You weren't going to move even if I threatened you, so I moved you myself." He's got a point. You just grumble and turn your head, and you hear him chuckle. "I enjoy seeing you mad. It's quite amusing."

"Just not when I wanna cool off, right?" You snap. He makes a clicking sound and winks at you. Your face burns again, making you even more angry at him. He walks out the front door and goes outside to your car. He opens the door to the passenger seat, setting you inside and shutting it. Then he goes back into the house to grab the things he's packed for you. You didn't want to try running right now. You were scared he'd catch you.

For good reasons too. You arm burns from the fresh cut, and he didn't even bother numbing it for the stitches. At least he cared enough to wrap it up. As you stare off into space, you hear the driver door open and shut. You look at the moldy bunny with worry.

"How do you even fit?"

"No idea," he says, his head practically in his lap. The seat buzzes, moving back and down painfully slow. You snort a little and he glares at you. "Not. Funny." You smile at his frustration.

"A little funny," you giggle. He studies you for a second, then turns around.

"Whatever, give me the keys." He reaches back and you put them is his hand. He inserts them and turns the car on.

"Do you even know how to drive?"

"Of course not," he says, making you jump up. He laughs at you. "I'm joking darling, I know how to drive." You just scoff and lay back down, setting your hurt arm gently on your chest. He glances back at you for a second, but quickly looks back at the road. Strange dude. A questions pops into your head.

"Springtrap?"

"Yes?"

"Why do you call me those things?" You make eye contact in the rearview mirror.

"Pardon?"

"The pet names. "Darling", "dear", those things." He stares at you for a minute, then looks back at the road.

"I just feel like it." You both sit in silence for a good minute. "Y/n." You perk up slightly.

"Yeah?" He stays quiet for a second before answering.

"Will you promise me something?"

"I mean, it depends.."

"Promise me you won't leave. That you won't run again," he says softly. You look at him in the mirror. Even though he's focused on the road, you can still see the pained look on his face. You think for a moment. Your feelings about him were mixed, but you could tell right now he was hurting, you just don't know why.

"I promise."

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You left your car at the attraction and walked through the woods. You asked Springtrap to carry you, and he did. At one point you snuggled into his chest, mainly bc it was still early and it was cold, while he was unusually warm. You could hear little fans whirring inside him. Even though he smelled rancid, you appreciated the warmth. You got to the house, and he went to his room, sitting his door, so you did the same. You ended up just taking a nap.

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*knock knock*

"Y/n? I've got food if you're hungry. It isn't much, but it should be fine," Springtrap's voice muffled behind your door. You stay quiet. You didn't want his food after earlier. You weren't angry at him per se, but you didn't want to talk with him right now. "... Y/n?"

You close your eyes and roll over on your side, trying to go back to sleep, when you hear the door open. His uneven footsteps patter across the wooden floor to your bed. He sets something on the nightstand and stands still for a bit, before leaving the room.

You open your eyes and look at the stand to see a plate of grilled cheese and small bowl of soup. They look well made, then you wonder how he knew the recipe. After eating, you go back to sleep.

Springtrap's P.O.V.

I always loved the view from this porch. I look up at the night sky. You could always see a sky full of stars out here, and what a lovely view it was.

"The stars are pretty," a young boy's voice rings softly. I look down to find Jeremy sitting next to me.

"They sure are," I respond. Jeremy was always my favorite to talk to. He was a fighter sure, but he forgave me for what I did to him when nobody else did. He was kind to me, and would actually talk to me like I was his friend. I enjoy our chats.

"I have a question mister." I raise a brow.

"What is it?" He looks over at me.

"Why are you doing this?" The question hurt a little. I look towards the yard, averting my eyes from the child. Hell, even I didn't know for sure why I was doing this.

"I don't really know. I think a part of me just misses life, while the other is just lonely," I attempt to explain. He hums and looks to the yard as well.

"I like her. She seems nice," he says quietly, and I nod. "Do you like her?" I sit for a moment.

"Yes, I do." Jeremy smiles at me, and I smile back. He's so innocent and caring that I almost feel bad.

"That's good." We sit in silence for a bit, then he speaks up again. "Do you think I'll ever meet her? Will she see me?"

"Only if you want to be seen." I turn around to the spiteful voice ruining our time.

"Hello Fritz." I grit my teeth. He just glares at me.

"Piss off old man. I'm here for my friend," he grabs Jeremy, making the kid squirm.

"Friiiitz we were talking! I'm not even tired!" He whines and Fritz scoffs.

"I've told you not to hang out with this weirdo! We're going to talk to Gabe," the brat's tone sharpens, making Jeremy comply. I never understood what made Fritz so feral.

"Fritz, why am I not allowed to talk to him? He's dead, we did our job.."

"Because he took our lives, idiot! And for some reason he gets to live on in that suit." He snaps at the younger boy, making me pissed.

"Listen kid, I'm not particularly fond of you either, but this isn't my fault. And stop picking on him so much, or he won't like you either," I growl at Fritz and he snarls back.

"You killed us willingly, I'd say it's your fault entirely. You're a filthy bastard, and you need to mind your business." He whispers to Jeremy, and he runs off somewhere, while Fritz remained. "You know damn well you don't deserve her. Stop chasing something you can't have." And with that, he walks off, leaving me alone on the porch once again. I sigh and mumble to myself.

"What a lovely night."

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That's a little more than usual, but I liked how this chapter turned out, and didn't wanna end it mid conversation. I finished this at 3:04am, so I am tired.

Uh, I'm not entirely sure if I'll update next Friday due to losing my plot sheet, which I've forgotten most of ahaha... I'm also trying to get more art pushed out, so if I have to, I'll change the uploads to every other Friday, but hopefully that doesn't happen! I love you guys so much! I'm going to bed <3

Word Count: 1214

(FYI: Jeremy = Bonnie, Fritz = Foxy, Gabe = Freddy, in case you guys were confused :>)