You walk down the halls, breathing heavy. 6 months. You had been clean for six months. Why now? Why did she have to do it? You clutch your bleeding arm, walking briskly. You search up and down for somewhere, something, to dress the wounds. You had found a broken fan blade in your office, and that's how you did this. You hated yourself for it. Your best friend, (b/f/n), had hung herself last night. It all caught up to you, and you couldn't stop yourself.
Turning a corner, you see a figure in a yellow suit and rabbit ears, leaning against the wall. You freeze. No. You can't let him see. He was all you had left, and if he saw... He'd hate you. You stand, watching, waiting. You stay as silent as you can. You turn around, but don't walk. You just stand. Staring at your arm, you start to cry silent tears. This can't be happening. You watch the blood flow down your arm, drops hitting the floor. You look behind you. He hasn't moved. You contemplate making a run back to the office, but there's nothing there to dress the wounds. And, if you ran, you'd alert him. You have nowhere to go. Dropping to your knees, you cry harder. Is this it? The end? Tears are streaming down your face now, and you close your eyes.
You feel a hand on your shoulder. You scream, whipping your head around. You see Springtrap, kneeling behind you, gazing at you with a concerned look.
"Hey, (y/n)... I heard you crying, are you...?"
He sees your arm.
"What's that?! (y/n), what did you do?!" he exclaims, as you turn around. You begin to sob.
"(b/f/n)'s dead! She hung herself l-last night! I didn't know w-what to do! She was all I had, besides you... And now... I can't take it! If you found out about this, y-you'd hate me! Then I'd really be alone!" you cry, hanging your head.
You feel him pull you close.
"(y/n), I could never hate you. You are all I have. Without you, I couldn't live with myself. I need you... I love you, (y/n)..." he says, almost whispering, into your ear. Your eyes droop. He lets go of you, and you hang your head. You feel more tears coming, but he gently lifts your head to meet his eyes. He takes your arm in his hand, and kisses it. You blush, but tears are still falling. He pulls you close again, and you close your eyes.
Before you can thin, you feel his lips press up against your own. His arms are wrapped around you, keeping you close and tight against him. You melt into the kiss, and he rests a hand gently on the back of your neck. He's warm, despite his metallic form. He pulls away and looks into your eyes.
"I will never leave you, (y/n)." he says.
"I'll stay, too."