{ CW : violence, swearing, gore, abuse, mature themes, generally gross things }
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You had heard stories of the infamous food chain as a kid. Many murders, disappearances, and lawsuits. You knew people would be foolish to apply for a job affili...
Totally unrelated, but I've been jammin to this :>
Mike's P.O.V.
I put my head in my hands. Everything has been so stressful for the past two days. I can't keep hunting for Y/n on my own, I just can't. And nobody could find the animatronic in the rubble. Though, they had determined the cause of the fire was gasoline, so it was started by a person. I take a drink of the cold coffee on my desk. ... Did Y/n do it? No, she wouldn't have. I could tell she isn't the kind of person to do something so drastic, especially if she was telling the truth about her dad. I sigh and massage my temples. So much to do, yet so little time to spare. I grab my phone and pound in her number one last time.
*brrrrt.. brrrrrt.. brrrrrrt*
*boop*
"At the tone, please record your-" I hang up. I've already left nine, what's another going to help. Groaning, I type in another number. One I swore I'd never need. Of course she picks up immediately.
"Heya Mikey! Never thought you'd call!" Her loud girly voice is knives in my head.
"And I never wanted to, but I need a favor." I hear her hum on the other line.
"It depends. How big?"
"Very." She clicks.
"Well look, I'm in New York right now, but I'll leave tomorrow morning. Should take me about.. uhhh day and a half?" I rub my brow, frustrated.
"Just get here quickly please. I need to solve this before the media knows she's missing," I explain, but I hear her fake a gasp.
"A lady friend?! And you didn't tell me? I'm hurt." I scoff in disgust.
"Employee. I have no time for a partner."
"Whatever you say sweet cheeks~ I'll be there Sunday. Byee!~"
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I shout as she hangs up the phone. God, I hate that woman. I glance around my office. Papers are scattered, broken items liter the floor, and some chairs are misplaced. "Well, in the meantime, I should clean up this shithole."
Y/n P.O.V.
You take a bit of the mac and cheese Springtrap made you. Apparently, he started sneaking into stores after your food ran out. That's where he gets the bulk of it. You glance up to find him attempting macaroni art, but falling miserably because of his large hands. He doesn't seem to care. You cough to get his attention, and his ear perks up. You knew he was listening.
"So, you have like, DID or something?"
"I wouldn't say that. More just, two people in one," he says, still focusing on his art.
"I didn't know that could happen to robots," you mumble.
"Animatronics, but yeah," he corrects you. "We share a body, but usually only one of us controls it. As you may have noticed, I don't get out much." You think of today, mainly how much energy he drained from you.
"Yeah," you say plainly. You had to admit, besides all that energy, you liked this side of Springtrap. He was sweet, happy, funny, and he didn't make you want to run. Though, it's pretty weird to see him act feminine, especially because of how dark and cold the other one acts. And, this one hasn't made a single disturbing comment all day!
"I'm getting tired, so I'm gonna go ahead and leave," he tells me as he stands up and points to his room.
"Well then, it was delightful to meet you Honeybun," you smile at him, and he smiles back before leaving the room. You finish your dinner and rinse out your bowl, heading to your room and flopping onto your bed with an "oof".
Springtrap's P.O.V.
It feels like I'm in a pool of tar, clawing my way to the surface for air. I can't see anything. The only things I hear are muffled voices and echoed screams, like they're behind a nearly soundproof door.
Hey, I'm back. Get me out of here! I can't breathe! That's how all those innocent kids felt. Anyways, I'm tired. ... Quiet now? Whatever, you can take the wheel.
The feeling of posession was always strange to me. Swimming in a void, then suddenly having something to grab onto, and pull yourself out. It tingles a tad, like when your limb falls asleep.
My eyes open and the room around me fades into view. I touch my chest to make sure I was all here, finding the same large hole. I walk out of my room and quietly peek into Y/n's room to see her sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A smile creeps it's way onto my face. I enjoy her presence, and I never want her to leave. When she's around, it distracts my mind from my pain, and makes me feel warm in my cold after life. Why would I let that kind of gift exit my life? Er- death, that is. She'll warm up to me eventually. I also don't plan on giving up control again anytime soon. I walk off down the hall towards the front door when I'm stopped.
"Hey Honeybun, where are you going?" I turn around to find the gift herself standing behind me. I furrow my brow at her.
"Not quite. I'm going outside," I explain. She squeaks and looks away, her face growing bright red.
"S-sorry, I thought y-you were the o-other one..." She looks like a tomato. God, she's so easy to read it's almost sad.
"I don't mind a nickname though~" I tease, and her face grows darker.
"I-I-"
"Go on darling, pick one for me~"
"S-Spring!" She blurts out. Unoriginal, but cute I suppose.
"Spring? That's what you're calling me?" I chuckle, confused.
"W-well, your name is Springtrap, so I-" She stops talking as I start laughing. She's so adorable when she's a mess.
"No no, I like it. It's cute~" I tell Y/n, making her flustered. I laugh and start walking back to the front door, but she grabs my hand.
"I want to come too." I squint at her.
"I'm not entirely sure I can trust you out there just yet," I say, and she pouts.
"Please? I'm so boooored!" She groans. I raise a brow at her act.
"You can't use that trick on me. I know better." I try to walk back to the door when she pulls my hand back. I whip around and growl at her, making her flinch back and let go. She backs up and looks away, holding her hands together. I think, then give in. "Fine, you can come. But if you run, I won't hesitate to kill you."
"Understood," she mumbles. I open the front door and stand aside, letting her out first. She studies me for a second, then bolts out the door.
Ooo a Mike P.O.V.? And I wonder who that girl on the phone is?? I'm not gonna spill it yet either! >:)
I'm thinking about writing another book (probably also fnaf), but it wouldn't be a scheduled book like this one. Just whenever I have free time. If I do decide to, I'll announce it here.
Even though it's the 3rd, happy fourth of July to anyone that celebrates it! I love all of you so much!! <333
(P.S. I'll switch the P.O.V. back to Y/n next chapter)
Word Count: 1140
pspsps have some art
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