Springtrap lie in the cold snow, his breath stuttering and shaking. He felt his body tighten as his rotting flesh began to freeze. He couldn't even open his eyes he was so exhausted, so cold. He was just about ready to give up. He envisioned being back home, wrapped in warm blankets with nice hot tea with (Y/N) leaning against him while watching TV. Oh yeah, Springbonnie was a thing.. He had forgotten about him a long time ago. He'd probably just be on the rug.
He mentally smiled at his memories, only to feel a tear roll down his cheek as he thought he'd never see them again. All because of a damn misunderstanding.. What a bitch. And just when he had finally found someone he could trust with a nice, warm home with food, affection and peace. He felt sad about it all, not getting to see them again, but gave up on prayer and just accepted this would be his hell. Just sitting there in ice, alive and still conscious, waiting for either the gates of hell to open, or for the eventual thaw. Whatever one came first. Another few feet of snow had formed above him, and he was now encased in white frost. He couldn't move, his springlocks were frozen in place just like he had predicted.
"Just shoot me again." he thought. "Just shoot me and get it over with..."
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You and Springbonnie hauled ass as fast as you could without being stopped by police. You had an eight hour drive ahead of you and only going off of one cup of coffee and three hours of sleep. You didn't even have a bra on. At least it had stopped snowing at some point in the night, so it was easy to see, but those dark clouds overhead looked like they were packing.. You ignored them and tried to stay focused on the road.
"What are you planning on doing?" Springbonnie questioned, him just had having powered on literally two minutes before you hopped in the car.
"We're gonna find him, and we're gonna take him home," you said, also just waking up.
"How do you suppose we're gonna find him? There's at least four feet of snow out there, and we don't even know if he's still in Steamer Junction!"
"I have a metal detector," you stared "maybe we can use that." Springbonnie paused, then nodded in agreement.
"Okay, but where in Steamer Junction?"
"That news report was in the west entrance to the town, he's probably not far from there." You say, switching on the radio because it'd make the trip go faster with music. It'd also get Springbonnie to shut up.
It was darker now, but still light enough to see without a flashlight. You called Springtrap's name, using the metal detector in the snow, but all that did was turn up some mildly valuable junk. You sent Springbonnie a ways away so he could cover more ground and not screw with the metal detector, a darker shadow in the snow caught your attention.
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Springtrap could feel himself start to loose it, just like he had in the saferoom all those years ago. The first week or so was the worst, but after that, it became the norm to hear a little voice in the back of your head trying to male contact with you. He was in pain, but couldn't shift to adjust to he wasn't lying on his injuries, so he just cursed to himself. Technically, he won. He was dying, or something, but those bastards didn't have him. His body would he preserved, keeping him conscious and waiting out his throbbing aches. He hadn't gotten any sleep, it had been far too cold for that, but he could look forward to the thaw, assuming his brain didn't freeze and he'd still be able to think.
You know what? Whatever. It's not like this was the worst thing to happen to him. This sucked, sure, but it's nothing compared to the springlock failure, of the mental anguish of losing his kids of his wife. He had been through so much- what was that? No, that couldn't be her voice, how would she have found him? It was probably just his mind screwing with him-
"ˢᵖʳᶦⁿᵍᵗʳᵃᵖ?" The faint sound of her voice echoed. It sounded very real, and like he could actually hear it. He tried to kick his leg, move his arm, or even just breath in, but his body was frozen solid.
"Springtrap?" she called again. That had to be her. There was a weird beeping accompanying her, which made him question if it was really her again. He felt a lot of pressure release as he felt the feet of show being shoveled off of him. His stomach churned as his stiff body was wretched from the cold ground, joints breaking free of the icy tomb that threatened to claim. He looked into the eyes of the woman who unearthed him, who took him home and allowed him to see the sunlight again. His ears rung so loudly, he couldn't hear a damn thing spoken to him. He didn't bother trying to read her lips, he didn't care what she was saying. All he knew, was he was going to be warm again. He was safe now.
He could go home.
((Holy. Shit. The first ever fic I wrote came to a close. It's not my best work, by no means, but who cares. Thank you all so much, for the support, I cannot say how much I appreciate it from total strangers on the internet, on this godforsaken app nonetheless. Thank you so much!))
