Our Little Horror Story|Springtrap x Reader

~Springtrap's POV~

A voice calls
A cry in the dark.
Telling me to crawl to the light

It was the time that I could-or actually, he could control my body.

I'm referring to this evil soul inside of me, that one that creeps through my wires, replaces my programmed AI with his intellect, and drives me to kill. Since my voice box is well out-of-date, it's often he who speaks for me, but every now and then, I murmur a cry for help, begging someone-anyone... to release me from his grasp. I never wanted to kill, but then again, I never wanted to kill the man who wore my suit. It was an accident, but it was not my choice, like it isn't my choice whether to let the new night guard live or not.

I exited my designated room, like I always did. Turning my head, a bright light shines in my face, blinding me for a moment. With a hiss, I put up a hand to shield myself. It was then the light began flickering and I realized that it was just that stupid Bonnie mannequin. Always fools me...it is strange though, because that light seems to draw me in, promising me salvation.

But I won't
The show has just begun
I'm giving one last encore tonight

My attention was averted when I noticed the dark room flashing a bright red as a faint alarm blares through the empty halls. Looking over my shoulder, my ears perk at the sound of a disgruntled voice, mumbling something about the ventilation. I must admit, with those [e/c] eyes filled with determination, he/she impresses me, which is why I let him/her live this long. But tonight was his/her last night at this dump and the spirit in me vowed to show no mercy.

Something is telling me not to end him/her though. He/She looks young and may have a full life ahead of him/her, and I refuse to take that away from him/her.
As I thought about the guard, my body begins twitching and my eyes change from their gentle, yellow color to a cold, steel-gray look. I then began chuckling, looking up at the camera in the corner of the room that just stares back at me.

Five nights
Left to find you

While he/she wasn't looking, I slowly advanced towards his/her office, but several times I was repelled with an audio clip of a child's laugh. There, my programmed AI takes over and follows the sound, even though I know his/her little tricks.

One last thing to tend to
You fear what I can do
But you'll never run.

Soon enough, I come to his/her window and stare in. He/She looks up at me, startled, but then relaxes a bit knowing that it was only me. But how could anyone be so...calm in my presence? Why has he/she come back every night to risk his/her life? He/She still doesn't know the danger he's/she's in...and what I am capable of doing to guard like him/her..

"Spring..!" I heard his/her muffled voice through the glass. I tilted my head to one side, contemplating if I should just go in and kill him/her right there or-

*SLAM*

Ghosts warn of my actions
But I'm the main attraction
You'll bring my satisfaction

Looking down, I noticed that he/she shut the air vent at my feet. Smart kid.
"Sorry, but it's for your own-.. Ugh..I'm feeling kind of loopy." I saw him/her put a hand to his/her head. "But at least I don't feel--SCARED..?!!!!"

Suddenly, a phantom animatronic fox lunged out at him/her, shrieking before vanishing right through him/her. I sighed. So that's why he's/she's been yelling her head off, because those stupid ghosts are trying to steal my show. Well need I remind them...I'm the MAIN attraction here.

While the guard rebooted the ventilation, I slowly snuck away, hiding behind the doorframe. Slowly, peeking in, I can see how shaken he/she looks right now. Something about his/her fear-heaving breaths, sweating skin, and paranoid eyes-warms my servos and circuits. He/She glanced over, sensing my presence and I quickly hid behind the wall once more.

Chuckling, I thought to myself:

'It's gonna be a long night, for you my friend....'


'...for our little horror story's just begun'