Blood History 〣 Springtrap x Reader

You fall from the closet, unbeknownst to the luminous silver eyes located just across the room. Upon your weight throwing the beaten doors wide open, nothing cushions your fall besides hard, cold tiled flooring. Your hand rises to press against your side as blood escapes rather quickly.

Springtrap watches in pure terror, unable to move as of the moment; nor do anything about the occurring situation. He doesn't fear you, not one bit. Although the thought of losing the only person he could possibly care for sounds like something that happens to be more rotten than the pits of hell, If not his decaying carcass.

〤 Springtrap is somewhat yandere in this story!

〤 This story may be more realistic than other Springtrap x Reader's.

〤 There WILL be violence, detail of gore and sexual suggestions.

〤 Not all things I type may be correct or cannon. I'll try my best to keep it as cannon as possible!

〤 I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, our beloved leader Scott Cawthon reserves this title.

〤 I do own Y/N, I own you and you belong to me and me only :) until Springtrap de̸l̸e̶t̴e̷s̶ me and overtakes this possession e̸̡̜͂r̴̼̅r̵̻̠̄ȍ̸͍r̴͉̊͝

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