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soursherbat · 6 months

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Sensation; Chapter One

Graveyard Shift

A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,390

This job was seriously taking years off of my life. I’d started as a night guard a few nights for the new horror attraction opening up in town soon, and honestly? I’m not sure if this pay is worth it. Especially not after the last two nights...

My shift had been going fine, nothing out of the ordinary. I mean, aside from everything wrong with this place. I could deal with the hallucinations from the piss poor ventilation, I was already used to it before starting here, but a visit from my superiors made the mood deteriorate entirely.

It was nearly time for me to clock out when they showed up, wheeling something in on a hand truck. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw them wheel it past me while I was sitting in the office.

It was a large animatronic, a Spring Bonnie model from what I could tell. It was badly damaged and looked incredibly dirty and disheveled, but its outward appearance wasn’t what had scared me.

Its eyes were following me. They were looking directly at me, its gaze staying focused on me as they wheeled it past the window.

Their eyes had a look I couldn’t place. It didn’t feel like the typical eye contact mascot suits would make with you, their eyes designed to create the illusion that they were looking at you when they simply weren’t. No, this thing had been staring at me, studying me intently, its eyes containing a liveliness behind them that made me squirm in my chair.

It was difficult to disguise my discomfort when they told me before clocking out that it would be staying here in the building, as they had plans to incorporate it into the attraction. I left without a word, driving home in silence as I ruminated on what that would mean for me going forward.

Sleep eluded me that night. I was hoping it was just another hallucination, but every time that moment played itself over in my head, I became more certain that I hadn’t imagined it. It even haunted my dreams, stalking through the dimly lit hallways of the building to find me.

Oh, how I wished that dream hadn’t come true. My next shift had come quicker than I would’ve liked, barely functioning from my sleepless night and surviving off of energy drinks and espresso shots for the first two hours or so.

The first time it appeared on the cameras I felt my skin crawl, my hair standing on end as I locked eyes with it once again.

It... it felt like it could see me through the cameras. I felt sick to my stomach as long buried feelings of panic and worry crept back into my mind, reminding me of events forgotten ages ago. My hands shook as we stared at each other, my breathing shallow and ragged when it started to move.

It shambled toward my location like a reanimated corpse, one of its joints clearly locked at the ankle. I realized quickly that it was drawn to the audio lures, following them mindlessly as I tried to make it move as far from the security office as possible.

I noticed it wasn’t just mindlessly following them after a few uses, when it... seemed to become confused that nobody was in the room it heard the sounds coming from. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to look around like it was searching for the source of the noises.

Its gaze always returned to the camera in the end, like it knew that I was watching it limp through the empty hallways. When it eventually reached camera ten I got a good look at it, my eyes wide with shock when I noticed exposed bone and old, decayed flesh and sinew visible in the tears in the suit.

Just what was I dealing with here? I wouldn’t find out until the next night, as the... creature didn’t move from that spot in the corner of camera ten for the rest of my shift. It just stared into the camera, its unblinking gaze burned into my memory at this point.

I left the moment my alarm beeped, punching my time card and leaving the building as quickly as I could. I closed the shutters and locked up, fleeing to my car without looking back.

I almost didn’t return to work the next night. I don’t know why I was even here, staring at my hands in the empty parking lot outside the building as I questioned my life choices up to this point.

Something was drawing me back here. That machine, that thing- there was something more to it. It didn’t seem particularly hostile, though the most interaction I’d had with the thing was a staring contest when they first recovered it.

However, once I got into the building, I had to question if that was true. Was it looking for me, or was it hunting me? I can’t tell- but it seemed particularly desperate to find me tonight.

I’m watching it move toward my desired spot for it- the room furthest from mine- when the entire system shuts down.

I panic. I flip the maintenance panel up, frantically resetting everything at once. I sit there anxiously, a pit forming in my stomach when I hear it dragging its metallic body through the vents.

Before I can react and long before any of the systems have reset, it shows up outside the window, looking at me. I feel the color drain from my face, my hands cold and clammy as we stare at each other through the glass once more.

“You... aren’t the one I had expected to find here.”

Did it just speak to me? A silent terror overtakes my rationality, making me freeze like a deer in the headlights. Not only was it a walking corpse in a rabbit costume, but it could talk as well? Its gravelly, strained voice was slightly muffled by the glass, though it... sounded like a person, more or less.

“But you still came back... why?”

I feel my throat tighten, constricting my breathing and making me tremble like a leaf. I’m still too stunned by the fact that it can speak to even consider responding, just waiting for it to lunge at me.

It tilts its head as it gazes at me, perhaps realizing that it had scared me. We both stay silent for a time, its eyes never leaving mine. It... he? They? They don’t seem intent on hurting me, though I knew from experience that not everyone let their violent intent show so easily.

“I... I don’t know.”

It’s the only response I can muster, still not sure why I’m here either. The longer I stared at it, the more it seemed like it was alive. A bio-mechanical abomination stood before me, asking a question like it was a concerned parent fretting over their child.

“May I come in... please?”

The question hits me like a ton of bricks. Every judgment and assumption I had made about this thing- this... person? Felt like it had just been thrown out the window.

They sound so desperate, so earnestly polite that I felt terrible for even considering being afraid of this... creature. I still don’t exactly know how to address them...

I can’t even form a response, just choking on what I want to say before I finally just give up and nod. They seem to perk up at that, making their way into the office. I recoil a bit, though I feel terrible about it.

They... they smell like a musty carpet that’s been left to rot, making me force back a gag. It makes sense, they are a corpse inside an old, ill-maintained suit...

It’s especially clear to me that this person is dead now that they’re standing directly in front of me, cracked bones wound with wires and desiccated muscle visible in the holes in their chassis.

I felt terrible for them, their past completely unknown to me, but their suffering was evident. I had still been hoping all of this was just a hallucination, a manifestation of my paranoia made worse by this place’s terrible ventilation, but the crushing weight of this strange reality was demolishing that idea entirely.

“Who... who are you?”

The question finally leaves my mouth, I’d been wanting to say something, anything, but until now it had felt like I was being choked.

They finally look away from me, the question was obviously a bit of a loaded one. They... chuckle, softly. It catches me by surprise, further humanizing this creature in front of me. They- he seems to be considering the question, as if he didn’t know how to answer.

“A dead man. No one... has called me by my name in a long time.”

He was obviously avoiding the question, acting as if he was stalling for time while he tried to make something up.

“Just call me... Springtrap.”

My brow furrows upon hearing his name. It was obviously bullshit, probably something he just now thought of. I could tell he was in a Spring Bonnie suit, remembering long-lost Polaroids of my parents visiting the old Fredbear’s Diner before it was shut down.

I’d heard from the recorded calls about the multiple springlock failures that happened around that time, wondering if that was the same fate that... “Springtrap” had met. God, what a silly name- I could hardly take him seriously now.

“Okay... Springtrap. You said you expected someone else- but who?”

He seems to tense again, avoiding looking me in the eyes as he answers my question.

“Nobody you should concern yourself with. You... were a pleasant surprise.”

I feel conflicted upon hearing him say that. The way he’s speaking, it sounds like I would have been much less fortunate if I had been the one he was expecting.

Before I can really consider that line of thinking, I notice that he’s been slowly inching his way closer to me. I wonder if he’s drawn to my voice the same way he is the audio lures, or if he’s planning something else.

No... he wouldn’t attack me at this point, right? The paranoia lurks in the back of my mind, my shoulders tensed when I see him take another step. I look up at him- suddenly feeling incredibly tiny, he was towering over me at this point- his eyes are focused on mine again.

Now that he’s this close, I can see an obvious longing in his expression. How could a suit even form an expression? It vexes me, nothing about him makes any sense to me- though I suppose not everything will.

“You... you are real, aren’t you? Please...”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by his voice, he’s leaning down toward me now, his mouth open. My eyes widen as I see the gnarled and twisted flesh underneath, his tattered remains still inside the head of the suit as well.

I flinch away from him, instinctively reaching out and pushing my hand against his face, as if I was pushing an overly eager kitten away from my plate of food. He freezes as my fingers make contact with his grime covered fur, the texture of which is making me sick just from brushing against it- let alone placing my hand firmly against his cheek.

We stand there for a long moment, both of us stunned into silence. I only just now process his original question, my expression softening as I start to move my fingers, scratching his molded faux fur.

It feels terrible against my hand. I can tell it was soft, once. Now it was rough, coated in a thick layer of dust and splotched with blood, a lot of it matted up and tangled.

“I... I’m sorry. You surprised me...” I finally manage to say, apologizing for pushing him away. “How... how long have you been like this?”

He’s leaned into my touch, a soft, warbling purr emanating from his chest cavity. His eyes have softened significantly, looking as if he’d been relieved of a heavy weight.

“I... wouldn’t be able to tell you. It... feels like an eternity.”

I feel stupid for even asking, realizing that he’d been boarded up in a room for god knows how long. My sympathy for him is growing rapidly, unable to pry my hand away from his disgusting fur.

Both of us jump when my alarm sounds, forcing me to tear myself away from him. I silence it, staring at the clock. I had been dreading coming in here today, and now... now I didn’t want to leave. This poor man, all alone in this death trap of an attraction, surrounded by the remnants of destroyed animatronics...

“You... need to leave now, correct? It’s... okay. You should go.”

I can tell he’s forcing himself to be polite at this point, his desperation for human contact thinly veiled by his urging for me to leave. I nod my head in understanding, sighing heavily.

“Yeah... I’ll... I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He seems a bit put off by the notion, as if he didn’t want me to come back. He obviously didn’t want me to leave, but... he looked conflicted.

“An unwise decision... but I can’t stop you. I’ll see you tomorrow... Hawk.”

I’m left shocked as he slinks out of the office, until I realize that I had been wearing my name tag this entire time, making me breathe a sigh of relief. Everything else about this situation was odd enough, I didn’t need any more weirdness tonight.

I locked up the building, sitting in my car and just... staring at the exit door for a while. The thought that he was just sitting alone in there, waiting for me to come back made my heart ache. I knew nothing about him, but... I couldn’t help but sympathize.

It took me a while to finally start my car, lingering a bit longer before actually driving home. He was the center of my thoughts during my drive, parsing through my complicated feelings as I headed home.

I couldn’t stop my racing thoughts, heading straight to bed to try to sleep it all off. I’d figure out what to do about this when I was able to get some real rest...

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#this is titled after my fav crosses song that just SCREAMS the vibes these two have going on #g.txt #my fics #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf springtrap #fnaf fandom #springtrap x oc #springtrap x self insert #springtrap fic #honestly i couldve branded this as a springtrap x y/n but i feel like hawk is distinct enough #springtrap x hawk #springtrap

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icyfell · 6 months

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Happy FNAF Eve, all <333

Full picture below the line!! NSFT WARNING!!!

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rabbitjaws · 2 months

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cringe is dead

is this a secret blog dedicated to shipping my oc with springtrap.. yes. Cringe culture is dead but im still reaping the effects of it (unending shame)

#Fnaf #Springtrap #springtrap x oc #Self insert #Oc x canon #Artist #fnaf fanart #Fanart #Doodle #fnaf 3 #William afton #Purple guy #Rabbit jaws

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glitchysquidd · 1 year

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ty for the anon who requested i draw y/n and springtrap cuddles

#my art #art request #fnaf springtrap #fnaf 3 springtrap #springtrap #springy boy #y/n x springtrap #frighteningly intriguing #springtrap x y/n #self insert #fnaf #five nights at freddy's 3 #five nights at freddy's

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mechanicalinfection · 4 months

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A lovely lady with the rabbit man himself ♡!!

the lovely lady in question is owned by @wishingbeanie on twit ♡

#art #digital art #fnaf #the mechanic's crafts #springtrap #william afton #doodle #oc #oc art #self insert #oc x canon

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scrypticmetal · 4 months

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Late Night (springtrap x Gn! Reader) {fluff fic}

You’d finally made it to the driveway, hands gripping the steering wheel so tight your knuckles were turning white. You didn’t have the patience to deal with anyone right not. Nothing to springtrap personally, you just knew you should have taken the day off. Glancing at the clock that read 11:45, “just a couple more minutes” you muttered to yourself, hands sliding down the wheel as you loosened your iron grip.

You tried focusing on your breathing but it just wasn’t working. It’s not like you could sleep on the job either, despite being too exausted to properly function, you were completely restless. You hadn’t gotten a good nights rest in days.

A couple minutes passed, and you finally got out of the car, walking into the building and clocking in.

The halls filled with the sound of your crisp footsteps clacking against the dusty linoleum floor. Cold rough hands grabbed at your shoulders and you nearly jumped out of your own skin, yelping and dipping out of the grasp. You were met with springtrap’s gravelly laugh as you stood there red faced with embarrassment, “… I wasn’t expecting you to be up and walking so early”

“I’m not early, you’re late.” he crossed his arms.

“No it’s..” you checked your phone to see the clock at 12:09… when did all that time pass? “Oh..”

“Whatever that’s unimportant.” He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and drags you with him, “My neck has been KILLING me, I believe something got lodged in there. I don’t even understand HOW something could have gotten lodged in there” He starts droning on

You liked hearing him talk. Lucky for you, he liked hearing himself talk too… but you didn’t mind. The two of you walked into the makeshift workshop. He sat on the chair next to the big iron table, leaning on his elbow leaning his head to the right.

“It’s right in the middle left here” he pointed with his left hand.

“I’ll see what I can do… that’s a finicky spot, you know that” you stood between his legs and clicked the flashlight on, holding it in your mouth. (You keep telling yourself to invest in a headlamp but you keep forgetting to actually buy it…)

You used a narrow metal rod to poke at his insides, trying to see what was lodged in there. Probably not the best thing to use, but there isn’t necessarily a correct tool for this kind of thing..

Finally, you found the blockage; his collarbone had somehow completely snapped in half and had splintered into several different mechanical crevices.

“Great” you laughed dryly. This could take the whole night. “How the hell did the bone suddenly start splintering like this?”

He just looked at you and shrugged on his right side. He’s soooo helpful as usual.

What the hell does he do when you’re not here to warrant the need for these extremely hands-on repairs? You took the needle nose pliers out of the toolbox and started at pulling the bone fragments out.

You hadn’t realized how close you really were to him, but he sure did. Your lower thighs pressed into his inner thighs. Your pressed button-up shirt wrinkled as your chest was flushed up against his own.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet” springtrap chimed.

“…it’s been a long week” you replied dryly, putting the flashlight back into your mouth after responding.

He just hummed on response.

He’d really rather not bother you about whatever was troubling you, but this mood shift was starting to make him uncomfortable. You’re always so nice and so quick with conversation. Seeing you like this was a little jarring. The only noise in the cramped workshop was the half-working AC unit. Despite the fan going overdrive, you were still breaking a sweat in this late summer Utah heat.

After a couple more bone fragments were removed, his shoulder was starting to feel better. But he didn’t say anything about it, he just let you continue with your work. Springtrap didn’t want to admit how much he loved the closeness that came with his repairs. Could you blame him? He spent 30 years contactless both socially and physically. He refuses to admit it to both you and himself, but he’s desperate for any kind of human interaction.

His focus stayed on the warmth of your body radiating against his cold metallic body. The sensation was faint, given almost all his nerve endings were completely shot, but the sensation was still there.

You weren’t even halfway done when your eyes started to give out on you, heavy with exhaustion. You stumbled backwards and springtrap caught you by the lower waist.

“How do you manage to trip over nothing” he laughed.

Putting your palms on both of his shoulders to stabilize yourself.

“Sorry, I’m just really tired I guess” you mumbled. It took so much energy to speak but you have to remind yourself people can’t just read your thoughts.

The air was thick with one-sided tension yet, you failed to even notice. Your breathing was labored by your body working overdrive to keep yourself upright and ‘functioning’.

Springtrap stared down at you, he could tell you really weren’t all there today when you came in, but you were just about passing out on him… LITERALLY.

“You should rest” he phrased it as a suggestion but said it as an order.

“…mmbut your neck” you rose your drooped head up to look at him.

He stared back into your sleep deprived half-lidded eyes. You looked like a kicked puppy, he found it adorable.

Springtrap didn’t bother to answer your weak protest, instead, picking you up by your waist and setting you down on his lap. The sharp holes in the legs of the suit scratched at the fabric on the underside of your legs; your jeans being your only armor against the sharp metal. But regardless of the sharp edges of his suit poking at your skin, you were kinda comfortable.

It wasn’t… uncommon that repairs often gotten accidentally intimate, but it wasn’t accidental this time. Your body twitched trying to go stiff but your muscles refused to hold.

Springtrap’s rough hand glided up your forearm to the pliers in your hand. He pried the pliers from your wimpy grasp, placing them on the table behind him; then snaked his hand up to the flashlight in your mouth. A thin line of saliva dribbled from your mouth onto the edge flashlight. He hummed in amusement and held the edge of the flashlight up to your chin, beckoning for you to look back up at him. You wanted to squirm under the feeling of your own cold saliva on your chin.

The two of you locked eyes once again, at this point you had no energy to fight back on this. This rotted husk of a man was strangely the best comfort you had. You reached both hands out, one of grab the hand that held the flashlight, the other gently holding his wrist. Your hand slid up, pressing your thumb against Springtrap’s palm.

You guided his hand to your cheek. The suit was rough and raggedy, but you failed to care. His hand was huge in comparison to your face; half of his hand rested on your neck, and his index and thumb engulfed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb back and forth methodically.

You caved into your exhaustion, slumping over his shoulder, stuffing your face in the crook of your arm for cushioning. His arms wrapped around you. Springtrap gives surprisingly good hugs; his grip is tight and constraining but in a comforting way. He brushed the hair out of your face and trailed his left hand down to the small of your back. Springtrap traced his index finger along your spine while his right arm held you close.

At this point, your vision was spinning from exhaustion, legs twitching as you tried to keep yourself awake.

“Springs?” You mumbled

You could feel him shift to look over at you. “Hmm?” his voice rattled through his metal chest in a low rumble.

You went to say something else but you knocked out before you could say anything.

Springtrap awaited your response but eventually realized you were out.

He listened intently to your breathing, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. His ears twitched everytime you mumbled in your sleep. He hated how soft you made him feel. He burried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you tighter.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #springtrap #fnaf headcanons #springtrap x reader #william afton x reader #fnaf 3 #self insert #oneshot

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truecobblepot · 9 days

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just scolding my husband nothing new 🥰

#william afton #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #fanart #oc x canon #self insert #steve raglan #william afton fanart #springtrap

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alexthesillybilly · 3 months

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i meant to post this earlier but i forgor </3 so here ya go

some springtrap selfship art <33

#springtrap #fnaf #fnaf 3 #self shipping community #springtrap x reader #fnaf f/o #fnaf x reader #william afton x reader #dead flowers fic #ok thats not what i look like at all #but self insert power baybeee #girl talk #arts n crafts table

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mineralboa · 6 months

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when they stay for longer than theyre supposed to (for reasons unknown,,)

HI SORRY I JUST saw these two and had to sketch something out of em JSNSBSJ

hope fanart is okay :"))!!

for @hoppers-fox

#my art #fanart #fnaf #springtrap #william afton #self insert #oc x canon #also i am NOT sticking to the lore for my art cause honestly i have no idea whats going on anymore #cw gore #merkoart

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larathefox · 2 months

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》 Who knew Raccoons and Rabbits would make great friends? 《

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ravenmccookies · 3 months

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Springtrap giving y/n some flowers?

Srry that this last doodle is a bit late

#fnaf #springtrap #my art #doodles #bunny y/n #self insert #springtrap x reader #springtrap x y/n #asks #answered #inbox #anon ask #art requests

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soursherbat · 6 months

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Sensation; Chapter 3

Hold It In

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A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,903

I couldn't let him stay like this a moment longer, especially not while he was staying in my home. The awful people running that attraction may have been content to let him smell like mildew and rot in filth, but I refused to allow that to happen.

I’d been rummaging through my closet for a little bit now, going through old boxes trying to find my carpet cleaner to clean up this poor raggedy rabbit sitting sadly in my kitchen.

He looks so lost right now, every time I would look at him he’d just be staring off into space, probably trying to ground himself.

I could understand the struggle he was having. Nobody walks out of a situation like his unscathed. He seemed to be handling it better than I thought he would, I start to wonder if there’s anything I can do to soothe his nerves.

Well, cleaning his fur would definitely be a start. He seemed fidgety around water though, I’d need to be careful. I finally find something I can use to wash him off, pulling my old handheld steam cleaner from one of the dusty boxes.

It should work, I’d used it to clean my large stuffed animals that couldn’t be thrown in the washing machine. After pushing a stupid joke about whether or not Springtrap would be machine washable or not out of my mind, I put the box back and exit the small closet, closing the door as I turn back to Springtrap.

He’s staring at me, or... through me, it seems. His eyes slowly making their way up to mine, widening a bit when he realizes what he was doing. He simply looks away, and I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not.

I don’t push it, simply filling the steamer with water and plugging it into the wall, sitting it on my kitchen table as we waited for it to heat up. I hoped it wouldn’t hurt him, though... would he even be able to feel me cleaning him?

It seemed like he responded to my touch on that first night when I’d attempted to push him away, and any time he saw my hands reach toward him he’d act like a sad kitten that was desperate to be pet.

I had to scrub the grime off of my hands after touching him the first time, so I wasn’t exactly ecstatic about the idea of petting him at the moment. Once his fur didn’t stick to my hands, then I’d be happy to give him any care he needed.

I especially understood his need for attention. I’d been living alone for so long, or with others but still incredibly isolated- I was desperate for someone to fill the void. The loneliness, the empty feeling... it had been getting to me lately.

I don’t realize that I’m now staring at him until he looks back at me, tilting his head curiously.

“Is there something on your mind?”

I chuckle sheepishly, casting my eyes down to the floor.

“Well... nothing, really. Just... happy to have someone else here with me.”

He seems shocked, his eyes wide as he processes my words. I barely even register that I’d said it, not even realizing how it might make him feel. I mean... he was definitely having a rough time, and to have someone show this much care and attention to him after decades of isolation must be jarring.

“Ah... sorry. Just not used to having a roommate.”

His face softens a bit, and he offers me a sympathetic smile.

“I’m not either.”

I can’t help but laugh a little, nodding at his statement. We were both out of our element here, it was going to be awkward at first. I’m sure neither of us were much for small talk.

He seems to be more alert when I talk to him, maybe it was just having something to listen to keeping him from dissociating as badly. I look at the steam cleaner, noticing that it’s started to steam a little bit.

I take it into my hand, standing in front of him with it in clear view. He’s sitting at eye level with me, my chair looking so small compared to him.

“I’m going to try to clean your fur with it now, okay? Just let me know if it’s uncomfortable.”

I give him a warning before I start to move my arm toward him, feeling a twinge of guilt when he flinches away from me, shaking his head slowly.

“No- no, no- Hawk, I can’t do this-”

I don’t stop until it’s pressed against his arm, and as he reaches for my wrist to stop me, he freezes. Nothing happens when I touch it to his grimy fur, aside from the water inside the steamer beginning to turn a deep shade of reddish-brown.

“Oh...”

He’s watching me curiously as I slowly move it down, the fur underneath it turning a golden shade of yellow. I knew this was a Spring Bonnie suit- but I’d honestly forgotten he wasn’t supposed to be green.

“That feels... lovely...”

He’s purring now, visibly relaxing against the back of the chair. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh of contentment, forcing a smile from me.

He’s just so cute when he’s like this, he looks so calm right now. I look back down at what I’m doing, not wanting to accidentally shove the steamer into a hole and damage his internal workings further.

I’m feeling conflicted again. I knew I had attachment issues- specifically that I get overly attached very quickly... latching onto a person to feel less alone- but this felt different. It didn’t feel like mere infatuation, and it's scaring me so badly.

Could he feel the same way? Would he feel the same way, if I did ask him? And- if he said he did- would he just be telling me what I want to hear in fear of me throwing him out?

That last option makes my stomach twist into knots. I decided I’d keep it to myself- feeling stupid for even considering the notion. I mean, why would he want me anyway? I’m anxious and awkward, overly clingy and desperate for attention- not to mention the fact that I was openly terrified of him when we first met.

I felt my heart sink as I thought of that. Did he still think I was scared of him? I hope not- surely he knew that if I was going through such lengths for him that I had to care for him in some type of way.

I stop to consider how he might be feeling, wondering in the back of my mind if he’s having the same conflict that I am. He frets over me like a doting parent, but he was obviously apprehensive to let me close to him.

I knew he felt like a monster, likely struggling with feelings of self loathing and depreciation. I didn’t see him like that, though- and I was pretty sure he knew that. It was so hard to tell what he was thinking...

He’s enjoying having his fur deep cleaned, feeling the years of caked on blood and dirt wash away like nothing had happened in the first place. He stared at the darkening water inside the machine, an intense sensation of relief hitting him hard as the decades of filth was rinsed off.

This was real. I was real. He couldn’t believe that someone had seen him for what he was right now- and still had the kindness to take him out of that situation to give him a home. The fact that I was going this far to help him made his head spin.

Perhaps he wasn’t as incapable of moving forward as he thought. He might be able to do this, to live again... with me. The idea made him smile, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction when he considered it.

There was no way he could tell me about his complicated feelings. There’s no possibility in his head that I’d ever feel anything more than platonic for him- and honestly, as long as he got to be near me he was more than happy to just exist in my vicinity.

He wasn’t even sure if he really felt that way for me, or if it was just his emotions getting him in over his head and attaching himself to the first person who showed him positive attention.

Whatever he felt- whatever I felt for him- he just wanted the best for me. He wasn’t concerned for himself at this point, he trusted that my care for him would be more than he could ever ask for. But in my case? He worried that caring for an eight foot tall half-animatronic man might cause issues.

“Are... are you sure about this, Hawk?”

Springtrap’s words catch my attention, not realizing that I’d been spacing out as I was washing his fur. I look up at him, seeing the concern for me evident on his face.

“I don’t think I would have done any of this if I was unsure. Don’t worry about me.”

My answer seems to quell some of his anxieties, as he sits back in the chair once more, watching my hand move the steamer on the final patch of fur visible to me on his body.

“I’ll need you to stand up.”

He does as requested without protest, even turning around for me. Luckily I was able to get his shoulders with the first pass, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to reach them now.

We’re both silent as I do this, too caught up in our thoughts to speak any of them out loud. I still can’t tell what he’s thinking, his face was so surprisingly expressive- but he was hard to figure out.

It was likely the same struggle for him. My face had a stoicism to it that betrayed my internal feelings, a struggle I’d faced for as long as I could remember. Of course I could emote, and did so frequently- but my spacey nature made it difficult to discern my emotions from an outsider’s perspective most of the time.

“Hawk... thank you for this. I... I cannot fully express how much I appreciate it.”

He sounds so earnest, his polite formalities growing on me quickly. He was just so adorable, his sad little face and warbling voice drawing sympathy from me easily.

“You’re welcome... I’m glad it’s not uncomfortable.”

“This is the best I’ve felt in years.”

That tugs on my heartstrings even further. It fills me with joy to hear that, almost feeling bad when I have to turn off the steam cleaner.

“There we go... almost done. Please, sit- I need to get your face...”

He complies, while I empty out the disgustingly dirty water from the cleaner. It’s turned black- I can’t even imagine how he must feel now that all that caked on muck was gone. I get a soft rag and some conditioner, the only scent in my house being citrus.

Ah, well. It kinda fit him with his fur being yellow I suppose. I’d gotten the rag wet with warm water, and filled a small bowl for me to rinse it with. I applied a generous amount of conditioner, looking into his eyes as I held the soap covered rag in my hands.

“I’m... gonna have to hold your face. Tell me if you want me to stop...”

He simply nods- very eagerly, might I add- as I reach up and cup his face, holding him still as I gently scrub the grunge from his dirty fur. He’s looking away from me when I look him in the eye... but when I look away, I can swear I see him staring at me from the corner of my eye.

If he is, he’s very careful to look away when I focus back on him. Maybe he’s just embarrassed about it, but... there’s a lonely, desperate look in his eyes.

He’s trying to hide it with his smile, but I can see through it. I can recognize it- having seen it in my own face many times in the mirror.

It makes me curious. Is he looking at me? And- if so, why with that look? God- I wish I knew what he was thinking.

As I’m working on his face, I notice his eyes widen and his body visibly stiffen. I hear a small jingling noise, followed by a very soft ‘mew’ from the floor.

I look down, seeing that my cat Sunny has finally woken up and come to say hello. He’s purring and rubbing his body back and forth across Springtrap’s legs, probably enjoying the soft fur of the suit against his own.

“Aww... I think he likes you too.”

I realize what I’d said the moment it leaves my mouth. Springtrap obviously noticed too- his eyes snapping directly to mine, curiosity plainly displayed on his face.

He says nothing about it though, simply purring louder as my... our? Our cat shows him some affection. I try not to say anything stupid and make it worse, choosing silence instead as I rinse the rag and finish up cleaning his suit.

The cat probably thinks he’s just a large stuffed animal, as he’s not showing any aggression toward this towering machine now sitting in our kitchen. In fact, he jumps up onto Springtrap’s lap, meowing loudly as he begged to be pet.

“I think he’s jealous that you’re getting all of my attention.”

I chuckle softly, tossing the blackened rag into the bowl of soiled water. I run my hands through the fur of his face, making sure there was no more matting or tangled tufts of fur.

He’s closed his eyes again, his purring so intense I can hear loose metallic bits inside of him rattling against his chassis. Sunny begins to purr as well- and when I look down, I see that Springtrap is petting him very slowly. Likely afraid to hurt the small creature...

If I wasn’t endeared to this rabbit already, I certainly was now. The gentle care he showed this animal was so controlled and calm- I could tell he had been a cat person before his ordeal, from the way he handled him.

I pull my hands away from his face, though... it’s very reluctantly. I’m not sure if he picks up on that when he opens his eyes, looking disappointed that I’d stopped.

“I just need to wash my hands.”

He softens when he hears that. continuing to gently pet and scratch the eager feline happily laying in his lap. He looks down at Sunny, smiling when the cat rubs his cheeks hard enough against his ragged hand that its silly little face stretches a bit.

It... it feels humanizing, to have an animal approach him like he was just another person. He studies the creature, before perking up at the sound of my footsteps approaching.

“You don’t need to keep sitting there if you don’t want to, I can’t imagine that chair being comfortable for you.”

“... But, then I would have to move him.”

I feel like I’ve been shot through the heart. I just smile, reaching up and gently scratching behind Springtrap’s ears. The gesture earns me a pleasant little noise from him, obviously making him happy.

“He’s used to it, trust me. You can move him.”

He stays there, though- obviously not wanting to disturb the feline that’s now rolling around on his lap. He ends up jumping down by himself in the end, and I swear I see Springtrap’s ears droop sadly when he does.

I keep calling him Springtrap, but I know that’s not his name. I wondered if he might be more willing to tell it to me now that he was sure I wouldn’t judge him- but at the same time I wasn’t willing to push the issue.

He stands up, politely pushing in the chair he’d been sitting in. He then turns to me, a look on his face I can’t discern.

Before I can ask if he’s okay, I’m suddenly pulled up into a tight hug. It’s shockingly gentle- but it surprised me and made me panic. I push away instinctively, letting out a frightened gasp involuntarily as my face twists with horror.

He puts me down immediately, shrinking away from me like he’d just been shot. I immediately feel a knife twisting the feeling of guilt and regret into my heart, my lips pursing as I watch him immediately try to backpedal.

“I... I’m so sorry. I- I don’t-”

I cut him off with a hug in return, just barely able to fully wrap my arms around his body as I hold him against me, his fur now pleasant and soft to the touch. He’s obviously caught off guard, getting mixed signals from my reactions here.

“No... don’t- don’t apologize... I just...”

I can’t explain it to him. It’s still painful to dredge up those old memories, even with my desperation for human contact I was still terrified of being touched so suddenly.

“I just need a warning next time... not your fault.”

He exhales shakily, slowly wrapping his arms back around me. He has to lean over to hug me, reminding me of how tiny I am in his eyes.

“Of course... I apologize, Hawk-”

“You didn’t know.”

I don’t want to talk about it any further than that. We stand there quietly embracing each other for a long time, my face pressed firmly against his fur. He seems to understand my apprehension, dropping the issue entirely.

“Thank you, Hawk... I... I cannot repay your kindness.”

“You being here is more than enough.”

Next Chapter ->

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