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

18

   Was the room always in black and white?

   You sit up in your bed, moving the now greyscale sheets off of your body. You slide off the bed, your feet thumping softly onto the ground. You realize your leg isn't in pain, which is a little odd. I must just be dreaming. You make your way to the bedroom door, then towards the front of the house. Something is compelling you. You stop at the front door, holding your hand an inch over the knob, before giving in and opening the door.

   As you look around at the dark world outside, you spot a glowing blue figure walking on the road, not noticing you staring. You walk towards it, hoping to ask it some questions, but as you approach, it looks more and more familiar, and it's glowing fades. When you get about 10 feet away, it stops and turns to you, familiar blue eyes looking into yours.

   "Gabriel?" you ask, and he nods, smiling.

   "Care to join me for a walk? We need to talk," he says, his expression turning serious. You nod and walk next to him on the dirt road.

   "What is this place?"

   "It's just a dream. The only real thing here is me," he explains. You hum, and look around. You look to be in the middle of the forest at this point, the house barely visible through the trees.

   "What do we need to talk about?" You look at him, and you think you could see a hint of sadness on his face.

   "I think you deserve to know some things," you tilt your head, and he continues. "Yesterday, when Jeremy snapped, he said some things." You nod.

   "Something about their dad leaving. Are they brothers?"

   "Cousins. Jeremy's dad was like the father Fritz never had, and he practically raised him. One day though, when Fritz was 9, his uncle got really sick," he looks at the ground. "Before he died, he gave Fritz his old lucky necklace, as a final goodbye of sorts."

   "For a long time, Fritz thought it was his fault he died, for some reason I don't know. He would say that he could've done something to keep him alive, and everytime I would tell him his uncle was sick, there was nothing he could do," he looks at me with pained eyes. "Do you see why it hurt him so much?"

   "Yes, but if Jeremy knew what happened, why would he say that?" He sighs and looks forward.

   "I think he just got too angry. He's always been a pretty quiet kid, not really one for anger, but I guess he needed to get it out of his system. He knows what he said wasn't okay, I've talked to him."

   "So, I have another question," Gabriel hums. "If you're- well, y'know.. how do you still have a watch, and Susie a bow, etcetera?" He shrugs.

   "I'm not too sure myself, but I think maybe it's because these are some of our prized possessions," he raises his hand up, "My grandpop gave me this watch. He's long gone now, but his watch means the world to me. If I ever do see my family again, I'll be the happiest kid dead." He chuckles a little at his joke, and you do too. You both walk for a little while, before he speaks up again, his tone serious.

   "I know what to do, but I can't do it," he stops you and you face eachother, his hands desperately holding yours. "When the time is right, will you help us? Will you finally free us?" You have no idea what he means by his question, but you feel like you have no other choice. You look into his bright blue eyes and smile warmly.

   "Of course I'll help free you." He embraces you in a tight hug. You notice how his body is cold, making you shiver a bit. He buries his face into your neck and squeezes you. You wrap your arms around him and rub circles on his back. "I'll do whatever it takes."

   But neither of you had a clue that there was an uninvited guest, listening in on your conversation.

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   You rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sit up in your bed. A fierce growl erupts from your stomach, demanding food. You stumble out of bed and down the hall, noticing the strong, sweet aroma from the kitchen. You yawn as you sit in the nearest chair at the dining table. As you look at the one cooking, you'll admit, you were not ready for what you see.

   "Gooood morning my dear! How did you sleep?" The golden-green rabbit wearing a pale purple apron asks cheerfully. You gape at him before sputtering out a 'good'. You could tell by the accent that this is in fact Springtrap, but this is so out of character for him.

   He practically skips over to the table and sets down a plate of pancakes in front of you, and another in the middle of the table. He turns off the stove and grabs the syrup and powdered sugar for you. When he gets to the table, he sits down in the chair across from you.

   "Um, thank you Springtrap.." you say as you put a piece of pancake in your mouth.

   "Oh it's no problem dear. I made them from scratch," he points out. They taste amazing, and they look even better. You look up to catch Springtrap staring at you, and you quickly look back down, feeling embarrassed. "Do you like them?" You swallow the food in your mouth to answer, still avoiding eye contact.

   "They're wonderful. What's the occasion?" You finally look at him, and his eyes light up.

   "I just thought I'd make you a little something special for breakfast." He hums and looks away, leaning back in his seat. "After all, a day out is special, isn't it?"

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Sorry I'm a little late, I forgot I hadn't published the chapter yesterday.. 😅

Some not so good news, since school's started, I'm going to be a lot busier. So, I'm changing the posting schedule to every other Friday, starting after the 100 followers special. This is just so I can focus more on my education and music, while still writing the book. Hopefully you all understand ^v^

Also, I'm going to start working on my Halloween costume/cosplay soon! I'm doing *drumrollllll* Sammy Lawrence! Anyways, I hope you all have a great week! Thank you for reading my book btw, I really do appreciate every single one of you <333

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