"Man, I'm so bored." Springtrap moaned inside of the tiring safe room; boring, silent, claustraphobic and generally really trashy, not to mention Springtrap getting crushed so he can barely move.
"I need someone to talk to. Maybe I could make a friend for myself." The rotten, lonely man responded to himself.
Eyes roaming around the room looking for some sort of thing he could make into a relative friend. About 5 minutes later spotted a can of beans rolling on its side. Springtrap eyes lit up as he crawled over to the can looking like a toddler trying to get some candy. Fingers grasping the can pulls it toward him and captivates the can like it's a life or death situation becoming more and more giddy, silently giggling to himself like a madman.
Getting back into his place against the wall, smiling goofy as hell, pulling a finger up and put a smiley face on the can with his slightly wet blood mimicking paint. After that pulls up like a toddler and seeing like the world revolves around the measly can of moldy beans.
"I'M CALLING YOU BEANY!!" Springtrap exclaims to the inanimate object as it just droops it can lid as he hugs it tightly like a scared child with a beloved teddy bear, smiling like a goofy ball.
3 years or so.
Springtrap interacted with the can everyday as if it was an actual human with emotions. He (pretend) fed the can, talked to the can, kept the can warm by hugging it, shared all his emotions to the can as if it could help and respond to comfort him. He knew he was mad in the room, but he liked it that way. Sooner or later he soon got feelings for the can, he didn't know why, he just has a romantic taste to inanimate objects (Mainly being robots like Ballora or T.Chi)
He started to flirt with the can: calling beany cute, saying he could come over to his place (He forgot beany lives there), pretend romantic date and pays for the beloved can.
"Oh beany,~" Springtrap sighed out lovingly "You make me the happiest man in the world, you know that?~" He leaned closer to the can, dazed with love, hoping the can would reciprocate. As clique as it was the cans lid drooped again as Springtraps eyes lit up like it verbally said yes.
"THANK YOU~! THANK YOU~! THANK YOU~! " Springtrap jumped around with the can dancing around the room, filled with adrenaline.
Springtrap slowly left a kiss on the dried blood on the silver bean can, "You still taste like beans beany~" He said slowly to the can in a lustful voice and kissed again giggling.
VOUS LISEZ
Springtrap x a Can of beans
Roman d'amourI don't know i just wanted a hella crack ship. Springtrap went crazy on the safe room and wanted a friend, saw a bean can and that's how I met your mother.
