Woo! So I know this isn't "I Have a Glass Jaw" or "Welcome to Freddy's" (the human AU), but I've had this in my Google Drive for absolutely ever -.- Finally decided there's no way I'm making all 50 words in one post, so here we are.

First of all, very important, NONE OF THESE TAKE PLACE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE UNLESS STATED/IMPLIED OTHERWISE! That applies for all drabbles throughout all chapters.

Second, they ARE NOT IN ANY KIND OF ORDER. Please keep this in mind.

Third, NOT ALL OF THESE ARE ROMANCE! Although there will be plenty of romantic moments between Spring and Chris, not all of them will be like this, especially not in the beginning!

Fourth and finally (for now), Chris is my version of the FNaF 3 guard. I didn't get his design anywhere but my brain (you can even validate this by looking at the FNaF rp forum I'm a part of, if you feel the need to). The only reason I have him listed as an OC is because Fanfiction doesn't have the FNaF 3 guard (nor Phone Dude) as a character -.- Good job, Fanfiction, good job.

Without further ado, here is the first "chapter" of 50 Shades of Springguard~

-Bexley

1) Nice

"I found a suit!"

Those words, at first, seemed like the nicest thing to happen to this company. Not that Chris cared. He was only doing this for his friend. And the money, of course.

2) Tap

Death metal could be pretty loud when turned up to max volume, which is why Chris didn't hear the 'tap tap tap' against the enormous window in front of him. That didn't explain why his eyes didn't notice the grotesque robotic figure. No, that was the result of being locked in a video game, only occasionally flipping through the cameras. For some reason, he never saw that new suit his friend spoke of. Maybe he would've if he'd just looked up.

3) Roses

There was very little activity throughout the week, so Chris was surprised when he came in for his second Monday to find a bouquet of wilted roses on his desk. At first, he accused Daniel, but the phone dude seemed honestly clueless towards the matter. Yet, there was no evidence of a break in. The only possible clue was a few bits of broken metal mixed in with them.

4) Gagged

The first time it had stood in the doorway, the smell of rotting corpse filled every inch of surrounding air, including the room Chris was situated in. So maybe his eyes and ears were distracted, but there was nothing entertaining his nose, or stomach, for that matter, when he began to gag.

"Holy hell, what is that stench?!" Blue eyes darted around for its location. When they landed on a golden suit, a sparkle etched into them. It wasn't one of fear, but not one of excitement either, instead settling for some mix of the two.

"Hello?" The robot tried to say, but its voice box was completely damaged and instead came out as a string of broken static.

"What the hell?!" The raven-haired boy popped out his earbuds, pushing the wheeled seat away from the suit. He looked straight into its eerily human eyes- eyes filled with fear, pain.

"Please help…" the thing croaked, though still unable to convey the message.

Chris reached for his phone when the thing took a step inside, the stench becoming overwhelming and he started gagging once more.

"It hurts!" It screeched and the night watch had to cover his ears.

"Get away from me!" The twenty-some-year-old cried, hoisting up his chair in defense.

"Why are you afraid? I'm not trying to-"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

Seeing the tears in this younger man's eyes brought a long lost sense of bloodlust spiraling back into the killer, yet at the same time, a little voice in the back of his head nagging at him that this was the first person he's truly seen in over thirty years, and if the trembling boy went missing, it might be that long until he finds another. At this rate, the guy was likely to die from a heart attack.

So, with a painful heart, Springtrap retreated back to the depths of his prison.

5) Noisy

Fridays were always the noisiest. Whether it be his professors nagging about tests on Monday, his sister screaming about how awful her friends were, his father yelling to get a real job, or his mother banging around the bedroom, for Chris, Fridays were always the noisiest.

Now he got to add a terrifying sentient suit to the list.

The man had stupidly left his earbuds at home and was now forced to listen to the golden bunny jump around from room to room. At some point, he found a little voice box in the box of vintage crap and discovered that, if you play it into the tablet while viewing a camera, the sound echoes in that room. He also noted that the disturbing robot would chase after the sound if within range of hearing it, which meant he could keep that thing and its noisiness away from the office.

That is, until he heard the most unholy thing to ever come out of any creature. The man was simply flipping through cameras when he stumbled upon a robot even more corrupt-looking than the thing that crept into the office. It let out a mangled scream mixed with static that lingered even after Chris closed out of the camera. When he finally got it to stop, the golden suit was nowhere to be found.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, then put down the electronic device to stare directly at a pair of human-like eyes.

Springtrap croaked in its demonic voice, "That wasn't very nice."

After that day, Fridays weren't so noisy anymore. Or any day, for that matter.

6) Cat

Chris had never expected anything to sneak in, so it scared the crap out of him when he heard a crash from the next room over. Skinny fingers curled around the plastic flashlight and he left the office to investigate.

When he entered, several boxes lay scattered about, though only visible when the beam of light skimmed over them. Chris moved to pick them up- one, two, three-

"Meow!"

"OH MY FUCKING-!"

Down went the boxes, along with Chris's confidence. A little black cat perched itself on the table next to him.

"Meow?"

His voice wavered the teeniest bit as he said, "C-c'mon cat, shoo!"

When the cat jumped off its resting place and Chris took a few steps away, his mind was brought back to his early years when the family cat loved to torment him, and the claw mark that still scarred his arm.

"G-go away…!" He backed himself into a corner and let out a shriek. This was it. He was going to die by cat. His cyan eyes squeezed shut, leaving him oblivious to the large figure that darted just a few inches in front of him. Yes, it made noise, but not enough to snap Chris out of his frenzy before it went out of sight.

When Chris opened his eyes again, the terrifying feline was gone. Puzzled, the raven-haired man waved his flashlight around some, but it was truly gone.

He slid down the wall and curled his head into his knees for a few moments, then shakingly returned to the office.

Springtrap watched him from the giant window once Chris's earbuds had taken their rightful place in his ears and his eyes turned back to the screen.

At first, Spring wanted to squish the wretched feline right on the spot (how dare it be competition for scaring!), but that might make a mess. After all, he was still a gentleman. He thought about stuffing it in one of those empty metal heads and leaving it to starve, but now, looking between the cat and the human, Spring decided it looked too much like his...victim? plaything? obsession?...to kill. They shared the exact same hair and eye color, and, even though the cat seemed rather brave for venturing into this place, it still squirmed under the suit's iron grip. Surely this was some sort of symbology, and so the creature would meet its fate when its human counterpart did.

But it should have a name, right?

Something went off in the office and Chris pulled out an earbud. He reached into his pocket for some flat object, tapping it twice and setting it down on the table.

"Hey!" another voice called. It sounded similar to the man that had first broken through Springtrap's thirty-year prison.

"Hey, Dan." Chris's voice still wobbled a little.

"How'd the shift go?"

"C-cat…"

Even with such a vague response, the other voice seemed to understand the cause of his friend's distress. "Oh...you need me to come get ya?"

"No..." The black-haired man took a breath in, then out. "I'm good."

"If ya need me, just give a ring, 'kay?"

" 'kay. See ya."

"See ya, Chris, dude."

He tapped the object again and started packing up.

Springtrap hopped off further into the building, gently holding onto the feline that had stopped squirming quite a while ago. It only scratched once or twice before playing dead.

"C'mon…" The golden suit coaxed. "I know you're still here." Since cats can't speak English anyway, it didn't matter how inaudible the suit was. It was gently placed back on its feet with a sigh from the suit, but, to Springtrap's surprise, it didn't flee. Its cyan eyes stared up at Spring with a fearful curiosity, legs posed to run at any sudden movement.

"Carla?" The stinky clunk of metal sat in front of the feline, who was still a bit weary.

"No? How about Daisy?"

It gave no response.

"Are you even a girl?"

The cat made a face almost similar to one of offense.

"Hmm…" Springtrap's memory card whirled into action, bringing back the conversation overheard earlier. "See ya, Chris, dude."

Of course! Why wasn't it obvious? If the cat was going to represent that man, then they had to have the same name!

"Chris?"

The feline's hind legs squat to a sitting position. It purred once deeming the rusted suit not a threat.

Springtrap almost smiled. Almost.

"Alright, Chris." The suit's hand stroked over black fur for a little, getting a feel for the right amount of pressure. Thankfully, the black creature was rather forgiving.

Weeks later, Springtrap still hadn't sprung. Every time death was close for unsuspecting Chris, the memory card would remind Spring of that cat and he'd find himself hopping back to make sure it was still okay.