They're Real? | SpringTrap

They know me as the night guard.
The task sounds easy: survive for five nights, fending off possessed animatronics and keeping an eye on power levels and cameras. But my mind always drifts towards the rabbit suit, the rotting carcass of a man trapped in eternal suffering.
That's what drew me to him. At first it was curiosity. I wanted to know why he was still there, still living despite everything that happened.
But then I couldn't escape his presence. I saw him in my dreams, felt his cold eyes on mine, even during the day. I kept going back to the restaurant, even though I knew it wasn't safe. At first, I told myself it was my job that kept me coming. But in my heart, I knew it was something else.
I thought I was going crazy. Who falls for a dead child murderer, trapped in a rotting bunny suit? But the feelings were real, and they kept growing stronger with each passing day.
My mind was filled with thoughts of him, and only him. I was sick. Ill in the brain, he had infected me. My thoughts, my will, my everything. It was all, him.