Captive Within- a SpringtrapxReader

Chapter five

His face was consorted with glee.

He approaches you casually.

Unfortunately you don't know his intentions, so you start to back away. A groan escapes the monstrous bunny's throat as his paw went to his face.

"Get over here, useless bag of bones." He tells you.

You instantly shake your head as hard as you could, rattling your brain more than it was.

You clutched it, whimpering in pain.

Springtrap rolled his eyes, amusement still alight on his face.

"When did you even get here?" You asked, an eye closed in hopes it would get rid of some of the pain. It didn't. Your eyes traveled to the clock that was almost cracked beyond compare. 5:55 am.

"Your fall was so loud. How fat are you?" The golden bunny cheekily asked you. You would have hit him if not for the fact that you wanted to stay as far away from this murderer as possible.

He bent down towards you. You froze, whimpering at the creature's closeness. To say you were frightened was an understatement. You were terrified.

You curled into a ball in an attempt to make him leave you alone. And the time turned to 6 am.

The bunny swiveled his head towards the clock, growling intensely.

Why was he growling?

He turned back towards you. "It's six am." He remarked gruffly.

"S-so?" You stuttered, shaking from the closeness. Your breath quickened with your heartbeat.

You could barely see him. Is it just me, or is it even harder to breath now than it was when that bear was stalking me? You wondered, your shaking form starting to calm down.

Springtrap gazed at you curiously. You were sweating an awful lot. He smirked. He knew how hot it was just by staring at you.

To him it was perfect. He snorted. You trying to breath was entertaining to him. Of course your suffering in general was amusing to the deranged bunny.

"Oh I suppose you can't breath because of how hot it is." He snorted, kicking your ribs a bit.

You managed to catch a slight glimpse of air. "What's.......the big deal about six am?" You asked him, coughing as you hoped to breath again.

He glared down at you. "Nothing for you to know. You're just a flesh bag right now." He growled, staring at the strange computer that was besides the cameras.

He smirked, a plan forming in his mind.

What kind of plan it was was unknown to you.

He then asked, "Would you like me to turn the AC on?"

That question was suspicious in many ways. What was he going to do? Break it? Turn it on before killing you?

Of course you--wishing to not die--replied to him. "Yes. Duh. Is that even a question? Turn it on!"

Springtrap smirked, his grin was way bigger than his face somehow. "No," he replied before laughing loudly.

You glared at him. Of course. Anything to make sure you were dead.

"Unless," he began, a finger on his metallic face. You didn't like where this was going.

"Unless what?" You asked, enforcing his smile to get even more greedy than before.

"Unless you were to, hmmm, not move away from me when I walk closer to you." He responded, as if he were pondering this slightly before answering.

I bet that bitch was just doing that to be dramatic.

"Why? So you can kill me?" You asked.

Springtrap smirked. "I mean it's up to you if you want to run out of oxygen. So I guess...good luck then." He commented slyly, swiftly making his way out of the office.

You panicked. In your haste to get him to stop you instantly shouted to him, afraid your death was way closer than you wished.

"Wait! Fine! You can get closer you insane rabbit!"

The bunny's movements halted. His metallic joints making a cranking noise as he stopped.

His face was shadowed. He was paused an awful while before he turned around to face you with a huge smile.

It was a pretty sinister smile. You glared at him, locking eyes with the torn apart-and-burned bunny.

"Great!" He said, sounding cheerful.

He practically ran at you, making you flinch away.

You were still thinking he had a plot to kill you. Kill you because he was acting strange. You didn't know him all that well, but he didn't seem like the type to sound that cheerful over someone agreeing to something, unless it was their death.

He leaned down towards you.

His face loomed over your ear. Was he going to eat it?!

Feeling your heart race, you tried to lean away or shrink away. Anything would do for you at this point. Being near a murderer was nerve wracking.

His mouth opened, and you shut your eyes.

"I said survive six nights. Not six nights and days." He whispered.

It really felt like the animatronic bunny was breathing on you. You glared at the bunny, jerking away from him.

He watched your mixed reaction with a chuckle.

"Why only the nights?" You asked folding your arms. "I'm not that cruel am I?" Springtrap wondered, placing a paw over his heart. "Yes." You said.

He sighed with a wicked grin.

"Fine. I am cruel. I was just going to figure out how to kill you during the day. Think of it like this: you get to prepare and rest that head of yours, which is bleeding just so you know, and I get to prepare myself to find a way to kill you. Deal?" Springtrap asked, holding out his paw.

You gave him a skeptical look.

"Why do you keep making me these deals?" You asked him.

He groans. "You're no fun...whatever your name is."

You immediately say,"(Y/N)." To which his response was, "Either way you're going to die" (Y/N), so prepare yourself for a taste of my fists."

"Are you always this sassy?" You joked.

He rolled his eyes, and his joints moved again. He was standing up once more.

"Shut up." He grunted to you, walking out of the room, not wishing to speak with you.

Which sparks the question: was he really doing that to prepare himself or was he just secretly being nice?
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