(Just a heads-up, for trigger warnings: looooots of Mr. Bad Touch and invasion of personal space here, so if you'd rather skip it, jump down to the end of the chapter for the author's note)
I missed the warmth of a body.
It had been so long since I had felt it.
When I was alive, I had never paid it any mind. True, my new body granted me things that I didn't have in life, but I missed the little things.
I missed the warmth of an embrace.
I missed the light caress of lips against mine.
But what I missed the most was that feeling of a body turning cold under my hands.
Feeling the jarring of the knife as it penetrated between shoulder blades, the wetness of blood spilling upon my hands as a throat was cut, and the throbbing pulse fade beneath my hands as I choked the life out of a new victim.
But the best part, by far, was watching that light fade from their eyes. Each time I watched it happen, a calm would settle over me, like watching a small light slowly fade into blackness. It was...soothing to watch.
It had been easy, so easy to take those lives. Children were easy targets. They were smaller, weaker, easier to trick and persuade. It had been so simple to earn their trust and lure them away from any witnesses. Their screams were music to my ears as I slaughtered them. My only regret was that it had to be quick, lest anyone hear our fun and come to their rescue.
My only regret was that it would end so quickly.
But now that I had a new home, and new people to play with, things suddenly became interesting again.
I longed to play it with you, though.
Confident that you wouldn't be interrupted in your inspection, you began looking around the building. You were satisfied to see security cameras placed intermittently in the halls, and the place didn't appear to have any loose wires or sharp objects that would catch on anyone passing by. Other than it being a little warm, everything seemed to be okay so far.
Even in the daytime, the building was drearily lit. And with no windows, the sickly lights coming from the walls and ceiling gave little to no light for inspection. You immediately regretted not bringing a flashlight. There was no way you could inspect anything in this awful lighting.
You decided to head back to the car and grab a flashlight, but you paused to examine one of the wall pieces. It was the Foxy head from before, but one of its sockets was fitted with a lightbulb that let off a light to illuminate the corner it sat in.
It was only when you had stopped and stared at this thing that you realized you couldn't hear any sounds of conversation anymore. Whether you were too far away to hear them talking or they had stopped, you couldn't tell. You immediately felt uneasy.
Before you could turn around and leave, something cold and rough suddenly placed itself across your face, firmly clamping over your mouth, while another wrapped around your torso, pinning your arms to your sides. You instinctually tried to scream and move your arms to elbow whoever grabbed you, but whatever it was held on tighter, pressing your lips painfully against your teeth and clenching your arms to keep them pinned, which immediately began to hurt. You flailed your legs instead, trying to stomp or kick your assailant, but when your heel collided with their foot you felt a jarring clang reverberate up your leg, and with horror you realize just what grabbed you.
It had been so easy to take you. I had slipped away while the men had been talking, purposefully trying to be loud so they could keep me near. I was more interested to see what you were up to, though. It hadn't taken me long to find you, admiring one of the wall decor. I made sure to put a hand over your mouth, not wanting your screams to alert the others to what was happening.
I wanted to have fun with you while I had you.
It was a simple matter to slip into the corner of another room, hidden in the shadows. I pressed you against the wall, releasing my arm around your middle but keeping a firm grip around your mouth. My chest pressed against your back, pinning you. I could feel your warmth radiating from your body into mine. I hadn't felt it for so long.
I watched with amusement as you tried to push yourself away from the wall, but you couldn't move an inch. You were completely helpless, like a bug stuck on a pin board. I heard you trying to scream from behind my hand, but it was heavily muffled. There was no way they would hear you from clear across the building.
I leaned in, my cracked lips ever so gently grazing your ear, and let out a quiet hiss to see your reaction. You tensed and struggled wildly, a muffled yelp of surprise and fear coming from behind my hand. I enjoyed watching you struggle, trying to jerk your head out of my grip and even trying to pry my hand off. I chuckled to myself. It was so lovely to watch you struggle.
You couldn't breathe. It was dark, you were pinned, and you couldn't breathe. The bastard had pressed you against the wall so hard you couldn't draw a deep breath, so you had to breathe in small, terrified pants. You felt light-headed and utterly terrified. You had tried to pry its hand off but it wasn't moving, and when you felt it graze your ear you freaked, trying to break free but it held you fast. You shuddered in its grip when you heard, felt, the hiss in your ear.
Suddenly you were let go, and it backed off. For an instant, you were able to draw in a full breath, ready to let it out in a scream for help.
You were suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and whipped around. The air you were about to let out in a scream came out as a gasp as the breath was forced out of you as you were slammed against the wall again. A pair of glowing eyes stared down at you as you looked up, struggling to gain a breath. You didn't dare let out a scream now, for fear of it killing you first and then going after the others next. The crazed look in its eyes seemed to warn you it would do just that.
You held your arms in front of yourself protectively, preparing yourself for a sudden lunge or bite, trying to shrink down in his grip. It held your shoulders firm, to the point you were sure it was going to leave bruises.
What actually happened was much worse.
The animatronic leaned in towards your face, eyelids lowering so it was gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes. Its mouth opened slightly, and you predicted what it was trying to do.
In disgust, you jerked your head away and tried to shove him off. It suddenly released its grip on your shoulders, but grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall instead. You let out a choked sob from the pain as it clenched them tightly, staring up at it again in horror. That sick fuck was enjoying this.
With its mouth slightly open, you caught a glimpse of what was inside, and let out a gasp that almost became a shriek when you realized what it was. You saw skin, dried and brown and very old, and human teeth. A human jaw, with thin steel bars jutting through its lower jaw, making it look like it was locked permanently open in a scream.
There was a corpse inside of this animatronic.
You started feeling lightheaded, a wave of dizziness and nausea slamming into you and making your vision spin. You saw it leaning in again and managed to turn your head to the side just as it closed in. You felt its rough lips and teeth graze your cheek, a grim mockery of a lover's caress. It sent chills through you, and you suddenly felt cold.
"N-no wait, please-" you gasped as it grazed your ear again and gave another low hiss. It was pressing its chest against you, pinning you to the wall again. You quivered with fear, hoping that you would be discovered before it decided to do anything else.
You were so soft. It took me back to the good days. I didn't want to kill you just yet, however. I wanted to drag this on for a little while longer...
I watched you struggle feebly as you tried to break free again. The small glow from my optics illuminated your fear-stricken face, and it was so beautiful to behold. You jerked your head from mine, and for an instant, I saw your neck exposed.
It was too easy.
I dove in and bit down, not hard enough to penetrate, but enough to leave a bruise. My mark on you.
You let out a strangled yelp as my teeth closed down. Your entire body was trembling now. I felt you shaking, and reveled in it. I was then struck with an evil idea. If I leaned in a little closer, and opened my mouth a little wider-
You let out another startled shriek as you felt mummified skin and bone graze your neck. My idea had the intended effect, and it was amusing to witness. I heard you starting to beg, pleading for me to let you go. I wasn't nearly done with you yet, but I did want to do this again, perhaps later. But before I let you go...
I released one of your wrists and grabbed your throat, tilting your head up and forced you to stare at me. Your free, bruised hand flew to mine to try and pry it off, as I knew it would. I moved my other hand, still holding your wrist, and grasped your free hand in mine, holding on tightly so I wouldn't let you go. I saw tears spring to your eyes from the pain. I wanted to see more.
I raised your arms above your head, pinning them against the wall as I leaned in closer. Your eyes went wide in fright as tears rolled down your cheeks.
I wanted to give my proper thanks to you for releasing me.
You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to witness this.
I turned my head and leaned in again, as if to give a kiss by a lover.
My lips grazed yours.
You opened your mouth to try and scream.
And then...
APRIL FOOL'S!
(What, you didn't seriously think I'd turn this into a SpringtrapXReader fic, did you?
While Springtrap may be interested in you, he's more interested in...well, I won't spoil it for you. Certainly nothing romantic, that's for sure.
I'll post the real chapter tomorrow. Rest assured, you won't see any "romantic" Springtrap interactions for the rest of the story. This was just a bit of fun because it's April Fool's and I wanted to mess with you guys. Hope I didn't lose any of you!)
