Your eyes widen. "What do you mean 'a day out'?" Springtrap looks at you, his face still glowing.
"Well, I figured you could use a nice breath of fresh air, so I'm taking you out," he smiles at you with his chin on his hands. You let out a nervous laugh. He rises and walks out of the kitchen, and you get up to follow him. He stops at your bedroom door and looks at you, perhaps asking for permission to go in. You nod, and he enters, walking straight to the closet and digging through it for clothes.
"So, did you make any plans? Are we going in public or what?" You ask as he sifts through the various articles of clothing.
"I was going to take you hiking. There's a place nearby, and I hear it's lovely this time of year." He pops out holding a dress in one hand, holding it up to you to view. He hums and puts it back in the closet to keep searching. After a minute, he pulls out a nicer dress and holds it up, smiling as he puts it next to him and digs through the shoes.
"Ah, these would look lovely with that dress," Springtrap mumbles to himself as he pulls out a lavish pair of flats. He starts to stand up and give the items to you, but you stop him, and he furrows his brows at you.
"We're going hiking right? Maybe flats wouldn't be such a good idea.." He looks at the flats and hums before digging through the shoes once more. "Some converse or something would work. Just no open toes or fancy shoes," you explain as he pulls out a pair of sneakers with a variety of bright colors. You nod, plastering on a forced smile. He smiles and puts them in your arms as he leaves the room, leaving you alone to change.
You sigh and look at the dress. It's very soft, with glittery fabric to cover your shoulders. It looks like it only goes about halfway down your thighs, which makes you a little self-conscious. The sneakers hurt your eyes, but not too much. Setting them on your bed, you go over to your dresser to look for a more favorable outfit.
Springtrap's P.O.V.
I'm sitting outside her room waiting on her when I spy a small figure down the hallway approaching. I turn to see Susie jogging up to me with a small poster in her hands. I raise a brow at her and she presents it to me.
"Can we please?" she begs as I read the poster. It reads 'puppies for sale!' with a number and address listed at the bottom. I look at Susie, not amused.
"Absolutely not. I despise canines," I say leaning against the wall and crossing my arms. She huffs and pouts her lip.
"Fine then." She crumbles up the paper and throws it on the ground, storming off. I stand there for a minute before glancing down at the wadded puppy poster. I must admit, I did take her puppy away from her, so I would suppose I owe it to her. But god I hate dogs. I hope Y/n hates them too. Hopefully she'll take my side if Susie goes to her. As if on cue, her door swings open to reveal that gorgeous girl in the dress I picked... and she's wearing jeans underneath.
"What do you think you're doing wearing those jeans with that dress?" I ask her, and she smiles wide.
"Are we really getting a dog?" Her melodic voice rings in my ears with those sour words. Of course that little brat went and told her. I force myself to smile at her anyway. How could I ever say no to her?
"Of course, my dear! Anything for you," Susie raises her hand behind Y/n.
"I get to pick!" she exclaims. If only I could harm spirits. Oh, the fun it would be to punish her, make her cry in pain, but I can't. I clear my throat and Susie puts her hand down.
"So, about those jeans," I say, and she looks down at them.
"Well, I'm not much of a dress person, and if we're going hiking, there could be mosquitoes," she explains. I stare at her blankly and she sighs. "Can I please wear them?"
"What I say doesn't matter anyway, so whatever," I grumble and walk to my room to gather the stuff we're taking. The only thing that could make this day worse is having to punish her for something. Actually, I could hurt her anyway. That would release some pent up frustration, and I love seeing the fear on her face. No, I can't. She hasn't done anything wrong. Whatever, I do what I want.
Y/n's P.O.V.
"Y'know, I think he's mad because you're prettier than him," Susie says, a proud look on her face. You laugh and Jeremy nods, even though he only showed up about a minute ago. You see Springtrap come out of his room with a small bag in hand. He looks up at you with a blank look on his face.
"Alright, let's go."
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I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Again, it's short and late, and I'm sorry. If you saw my page, Wattpad crashed last night and erased half the chapter, but it was a somewhat easy fix.
I hope you're all doing okay! Personally, I'm not in the best place, but I'm managing. I told my friends on drumline with me how I felt and they all were very supportive, which surprised me.
Anyway, I've been drawing my ocs and Sammy Lawrence way too much, so tell me your favorite FNAF/ BATIM characters, or send me a picture of your oc! I'll be happy to draw them :)
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