Captive Within- a SpringtrapxReader

Chapter eight

Was he trying to purposefully get on your nerves?

"Stop talking, please. I don't want to hear about your issues anymore." You remarked as you tried to stay away from him.

He just cackled.

"You wanted to know about my past." He explained with an overbearing grin.

"You're annoying." You told him.

He found what you said funny as you continued.

"I never told you I wanted to know about that. I just wanted to know about you becoming a ghost. I don't need to know all your evil fetishes." You told him.

He sighed, acting as if this was the hardest thing to do.

"You know, I killed a few children." He began.

"Is there anything more than just you talking about killing and liking children a bit too much for my tastes?" You asked him.

He snorted.

"Well since you're interested, how I became this god-like form was because of those children. They're persistent, but so am I! I won't stop killing those little bastards!" He exclaimed in pure delight.

Just thinking about killing children made him excited.

What a weirdo.

"What exactly do you mean by all that? The kids you speak of made you inhabit this animatronic creature? How?" You asked curiously.

You were always interested in the supernatural.

Maybe death by the supernatural wasn't something you wanted, but you always were curious by things like ghosts motives to haunt humans and how they came to be ghosts.

Is this ghosts purpose just to keep on killing children? Or is there some other reason why he's a ghost?

"It's pathetic actually. I mean, I did get away with manslaughter, or kid slaughter." He laughed.

He obviously never once in his life—or perhaps in this afterlife—regretted killing those children.

He was making such jokes about it as well.

It was like he thought those kids deserved their untimely death at his hands.

They could have gone on and done some great things like invent time travel so you could prevent him from becoming this creation, or invented something that would prevent cancer. Something useful that those little precious lives never got live up to.

"What's pathetic?" You asked him.

"How I died."

You were curious about this.

He implied that some kids killed him. Did they actually manage to go up to him and stab him?

It sounded unreal to you.

How could some kids kill a diabolical murderer who got away with manslaughter?

"Well, how'd you die?" You asked him.

You eagerly awaited his answer.

He rolled his eyes.

"Believe it or not, I got haunted by the children I murdered. I destroyed the vessels they were using and they came after me. They wanted revenge on me for killing them."

That would explain why they're ghosts. You thought as he continued.

"So, when they chased me I ended up in the backroom of Freddy's and they trapped me there."

You tried to contain your laughter.

You failed and burst into laughter.

He glared at you.

"Stop laughing at the possible puns!" He exclaimed. It was loud and intimidating enough for you to stop.

You cleared your throat.

"You can continue." You told him.

"Anyways, they chased me into the backroom. They had me trapped. One of the ghosts was blocking the door, and the rest were haunting me and trying to end my life."

"Obviously," you remarked.

With ghosts that wanted revenge of course they'd probably try to haunt someone and end their life.

"I thought I had them for a second. I thought if I put on the spring lock suit called Spring Bonnie it would protect me from their hauntings. I mean they couldn't attack me if I was inside the suit. It did work." He explained.

"But, what I didn't realize was the cost of putting on the suit. I couldn't really move much, or else the springs within the suit would crush me. Unfortunately, I did just that. I made fun of these ghosts. They couldn't touch me. I got away. But then the springs ripped at my human body and killed me. And that's how I became this thing. I'm all rotten and moldy because I'm stuck in one of the oldest animatronics out there. When spring locks still existed."

"So you got what you deserved and decided that that killing in your human body wasn't enough?" You asked him.

He laughed.

"It's not that simple, you simple minded fool. My body is stuck in this spring lock suit...actually my soul is. I don't know if they removed the body. If they did they didn't bother to take out sev-eral key body parts that are smashed inside." He explained.

You looked closer as you realized how truly bugged out his eyes appeared.

If there was a body inside it—you shivered—it definitely showed at least a little.

"But, you are still right. I want revenge." He told you.

"Revenge on the ghost of the kids?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"More like revenge on my own family."

"Huh?" You questioned.

That was a weird thing to say.

Why would you come back for revenge on your own family?

This guy truly is evil!

Then again, it didn't surprise you. He has always been evil.

Springtrap stood up.

He patted your head.

"That's enough storytelling. That goes into boundaries beyond what I want to explain." He told you.

You almost protested, but he glared at you when you opened your eyes to question him.

"Well time to go back to the old grind." He told you. "I gave you more than enough time to cool down."

He walked out of the office, and walked to a starting point.

He was definitely expecting you to catch him without the child's laughter.

Then again that just reminded you of how truly creepy he actually was.

You shivered.

This ghost was certainly something you've never seen before.

I just hope I can make it six days in this hell.
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Author's Note: Thank the lord this chapter is somewhat better. Though I still tried to keep some things hilarious in it.

Anyways thanks for reading! This is almost to 500, and quite honestly I don't know how. I just try keeping to the spooky factor is all.