[Springtrap and Deliah A.U. – William Afton A.U.]
Sorry for the late upload. I've been busy with school lately. Add on top of the other fics I'm writing, I barely have any time for this fanfic. That doesn't mean I will be dropping it, though.
Also, before getting into the meat and potatoes of this, I want to say something so that people don't bug me about when this will be updated. It also allows me to not be bombarded with DMS from multiple people asking me if it was cancelled or not.
This fanfic—Springtrap and Deliah: Retold (S.A.D: R for short)—is a SIDE PROJECT.
What that means is that this fanfic is NOT a top priority for me. My other major fanfics (The Pig, The Mask, and The Slayers, Ultimate Danganronpa – Crossover Mania, and Dynamite and a Laser Beam – Redux, all of which you can read on either Ao3, Qoutev, or Fanfiction Dot Net for those who are reading this on Deviantart,) are my main priority.
I usually only have 3 major fanfics I focus on at a time, and the others I'll periodically update whenever I have free time to do so.
I don't want to go into this topic too much, but I want to let my grievances known. DO NOT BUG ME ABOUT THIS FANFIC OR ASK ME WHEN IT WILL BE UPDATED. The last thing I want is to be DM spammed because I'm not updating this certain fanfic, or whatever it may be.
Also, I want to do something that the original Springtrap and Deliah fan-comic did not, that being: explaining what year it is in. Considering William got Spring-locked in the mid to late 90s, I'll go on the record and say that this story takes place in the year 2017 to 2018, roughly.
Now that I have my grievances aired, and the time in which this story takes place, I want to thank you all for being patient and understanding. So, without any further delay, let's hop right into this!
But, as always!
Thank you to my one (and only) P/atreon: ZazzyB!
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Deliah felt nervous. She didn't understand why it was she felt nervous, but she was.
It had only been about an hour ago when she had gotten off the phone with her neighbour from across the street, Harry Hurst, when she began to feel butterflies in her stomach.
You see, there was one thing about teenage girls, or teenagers in general, that everyone could collectively agree on: When they had a crush on someone, it made things with said someone far more complicated than they needed to be.
And that was what Deliah was going through at this particular moment and time.
You see, before school broke out for the summer, Harry was known as the cool kid. Everyone and their mother knew just how cool Harry was. He was the type of person to look out for their friends, help out neighbourhood grannies cross the road, and was really good at playing an instrument, and in Harry's case, it just so happened to be the acoustic guitar.
Every girl in her school, and maybe even a couple of the boys, had the hots for the boy named Harry Hurst. But out of everyone else there, Deliah had it the worst.
Now, that wasn't to say that she would drool at him in the middle of class. No, she wasn't an idiot, nor was she good at expressing her emotions in that area, but that didn't matter. She would simply glance at him longingly, and barely even muster up the courage to hang out with him at lunch period.
So when HE called HER to ask if SHE wanted to hang out with HIM, you could understand why it was that she was having a hard time reeling that fact in.
And Springtrap wasn't helping much either.
Deliah had been worried about what Harry would think about Springtrap just, well, being there. If someone you liked came over, and they saw a massive robot rabbit, they'd peace the hell out immediately. So, she had asked him if he could hide in their basement starting at lunchtime all the way through till 3:00 PM. However, there was just one small, itsy bitsy issue with that.
"Um… No. Your Dad told me to babysit you, so I'm not going to hide in the basement because a boy you like is coming over. Besides, I know what teenagers do when they're alone, I'm not stupid."
Springtrap was extremely diligent when it came to remembering things that her father said. Not to mention he was more stubborn than an old man who fought in the wars. Combine those two things together, you get the worst kind of babysitter—the one who listens to the parents.
And all of this led up to now.
Currently, Springtrap sat on the couch reading a newspaper while Deliah sat on the stairwell, hands on her cheeks as she slumped, watching the door like a dog patiently waiting for its master to return home.
She was wearing what she would normally wear—a pink and white striped shirt, black jeans, and cat-themed socks. She played with the strings of her bangs as she stared blankly at the door, a bored expression on her face as the sound of the ticking living clock filled the air with its repeating melody.
Aside from the clock, the eerie silence of the situation was deafening, but no one seemed to comment on it. In times like these, Deliah wished she had a cat, or a dog, or a hamster to keep her company.
"Ugh, when is he going to be here…!" Deliah whined, the ruffling of a newspaper catching her attention as Springtrap glanced over his shoulder.
"Well, it's only noon, so he's probably eating lunch or something. Why don't you play on the Playstation 4 or something? Didn't your dad buy you that new game… what was it called? Uh… Ratchet and Clank or something like that?" Springtrap said, causing Deliah to sigh.
Picking herself up from the stairs, Deliah walked over to the couch, picked up a controller, pressed the home button to turn on the machine, then turned on the TV. It didn't take long for the system to fully boot up, and only a minute for the game itself to load.
Over the course of another hour, Springtrap had left the couch and went into the kitchen, saying something about making lunch for her. Just as she was about to pause the game to go use the bathroom, there was a knock at the door.
Rushing to the door, Deliah nearly slipped on her own feet, causing Springtrap to look around the corner of the kitchen door. When he saw Deliah reach out to open the front door, Springtrap stepped out of the kitchen and into the doorway between the living room and the previously mentioned room.
When Deliah opened the door, a blond-haired boy around the same height as the brunette, if not a little bit taller by an inch or two, stood at the doorway with a half-hearted smile on his face. His eyes seemed relaxed, as was his entire body, now that she gave him another look.
His hands were stuffed into the pockets of a black hoodie with a skull on the front, his shoulders dropped as low as possible, along with his hair being lazily brushed off to the right side of his head. He wore tattered jeans with a cross necklace around his neck, and he had a singular blue orb ear-ring on his left earlobe.
"Sup?" Harry said, raising his eyebrow as Deliah nearly wanted to faint. It had been two weeks into summer vacation and the boy who had been known for being a little strange, if not cool, had gone full-on emo in under such a short amount of time.
And what made it worse was the blush on her cheeks, indicating that she liked his new appearance.
"U-Uh… nothing much, um… why don't you come inside!" Deliah sputtered out as Harry snickered to himself. As the blond-haired boy brushed up against her arm, sliding through the front door with a finesse of a popular person used to shifting through crowds, Deliah, once again, was overcome with the same butterflies-in-stomach sensation.
Harry slipped off his shoes, taking a tertiary look around the place when his eyes landed on the nearly 7-foot tall rabbit animatronic standing in the doorway of the kitchen. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened and closed several times. A wave of confusion washed over the blond as the animatronic scoffed.
"So, I take it you're Harry Hurst?" the rabbit asked as Harry looked over at Deliah, who had a shocked look on her face.
"Gah! Springtra—"
"Is your dad a furry?"
Harry's question rang out in the house, causing Springtrap's jaw to drop, and for Deliah to give the boy a confused look.
"I mean, all the power to him, but… a voice changer? Seriously dude? That's a bit much," Harry said, looking over to Deliah, taking his hand out of his pocket and revealing the game case for Call Of Duty Black Ops 3. "I knew you had a Playstation 4, so I brought this over to play with you," Harry continued, completely ignoring Springtrap as Deliah shook the confusion off of her face.
"S-Sure! Uh, oh, and my 'Dad,'" Deliah glanced over to Springtrap with a glare that screamed "if you ruin this I will cut your throat, or whatever animatronics have as throats," before looking back at Harry. "He likes to be called Springtrap while he's wearing his suit."
As Deliah said this, Springtrap groaned, walking back into the kitchen as Harry shrugged. "M'kay, whatever. He can do what he wants, not my issue. Uh… how good are you at first-person shooters?"
And for the next hour and a half, Harry and Deliah took turns kicking each other's asses in the Multiplayer mode of Black Ops 3, and much to Harry's chagrin, Deliah had him one-upped at his own game.
[At ?]
Nick wasn't the type of person to complain working as the day guard at a Freddy Fazbears location, specifically, the one in town, which was conveniently beside the one that was abandoned in '93. While the pay was good, the only thing that he didn't like was the uniform, which wasn't exactly the best to look at. It was a purple button-up shirt, blue pants, a purple baseball cap with the word "Security" scrawled on the brim and front of the hat, and a golden badge on his left breast pocket.
Outside of that, however, if there was one thing that made him on edge about working there, it was the fact that he was now going to be taking up the spot for the Nightguard as well. The reason for this was that the spot opened up, and they needed someone who had previous guard experience.
The other guards were still rookies, and Nick had been working there for two years, so they considered him a guard with experience. They offered him to just switch positions completely, until he dropped the offer completely, saying that he'd take both shifts, and end his dayshift at 6 PM, then get there by 11 PM for his night shift to start.
The Manager didn't seem to mind, nor did the other employees, so he took the secondary position.
However, there were some strange things that he had to do to even take the position. The first thing that raised red flags was signing the first waiver. To sum it up, he would be agreeing that Fazbear Entertainment had no liability when it came to any sort of bodily harm during the night shift.
Now, that was standard business practice. Every business did that, as the last thing that a massive conglomerate would want would be lawsuits from all their Nightguards if they got severely hurt on the job. It would tank funds for their factories and overall revenue.
But what wasn't normal was the following waiver being a binding contract, saying that he had to work the full week before leaving the position. It was a strange measure, but he thought nothing of it, even if it was bizarre.
But the second red flag was when he asked about what happened to the previous night guard, and why he couldn't just take back his position, the manager seemed to freeze, almost like he had stepped on a nerve. At this, The Manager glared at him, then told him that it didn't matter and proceeded to tell him to leave his office when he finished signing the waiver.
To say he was nervous, scared, and worried all at the same time was an understatement. It didn't help that he now had less time to spend with Deliah, now having to both positions to deal with. Then again, if he got sick of either, he could always drop the other and take up the single position as either the Nightguard or day-guard.
Currently, Nick was sitting at one of the empty tables by the back, scanning for misbehaving children, adults walking away with children that didn't belong to them, and other things.
Every so often, Nick would glance at the stage, watching Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica do their little song and dance on loop for the children in the audience, who stupidly watched them like it was the next best thing since sliced bread.
He stared at Bonnie and was immediately reminded of a particular yellow rabbit who was at his house right now with his daughter, and he shuttered.
Springtrap was… strange. The bot seemingly was just that, a robot. But what threw Nick off was the fact that he seemed to have real, genuine emotions. He could talk regularly, he could cook, he could read, he could write, and the strangest thing was that Deliah didn't seem to bat an eye to it.
Nick refused to believe he was just an animatronic. For a while, he thought that the robot had been possessed by some sort of malevolent ghost, but it only took him using his brain to realize that the idea was stupid. Ghosts don't exist, that kind of stuff only happens in cheap horror games and movies.
So if he wasn't a ghost possessing a rabbit animatronic, and if he wasn't just a plain old animatronic, what was he?
"You good there, Edwards?" A voice spoke, causing Nick to jump in his seat and leave his train of thought behind. He quickly turned around, seeing a black-haired man with pale skin, purple eyes, and a white glistening smile.
"Oh, hey Mike. What're you doing here, I thought The Manager was going to lay you off?" Nick questioned as the man shook his head.
"Nah, he just let me off with a warning for smoking in the stall. Although, I was actually kinda hoping to take that Night Shift from you. But, ya beat me to it, so I can't complain," Mike said, adjusting his cap as he stared at the animatronics.
Nick joined him in staring at them, specifically at Bonnie. He frowned, which Mike was quick to catch on to.
"You don't like Bonnie, do ya?" Mike asked as Nick shook his head.
"No, it's not that I don't like Bonnie, it's just… well, how do I explain it. My daughter, Deliah, found a yellow rabbit at the decommissioned place next door and rejuvenated it back to glory. It lives with us now, but it isn't like those guys. He doesn't just spew off automatic code crap, he actually talks, and…! Ugh, I must sound crazy right now, but I swear I'm telling the truth," Nick said, glancing over his shoulder to Mike, who only looked at him with a concerned expression.
"A yellow rabbit, eh?" Mike said, crossing his arms. "Interesting…." The man muttered, shaking his head. "Don't mind me, I gotta—hey! Get away from Pirates cove!" Mike shouted across the room, storming off to the purple curtains and a child who was trying to climb inside, presumably to see Foxy.
Nick sighed, looking at the time. 2 PM. Four more hours, and he would be able to go home, eat something, then sleep before he started his first night.
Even though he was at work, the only thing on his mind right now was what Deliah was doing right now….
[Edward Household]
"H-harry! It's too big!"
"N-No it's not! If I just…!"
"N-No! Don't put that there! S-Stop, if you keep moving, I'll—!"
"Oh stop complaining, I'm almost done! Stay still damnit!"
"This is so stupid…"
To say Springtrap was amused at seeing Deliah and her friend Harry build what could only be assumed to be the biggest stack of pancakes in all of the history of man would be an understatement. It was currently sitting at 150 pancakes tall, and Harry was on Deliah's shoulders, placing the last pancake on top of the massive stack of discount cake.
It wasn't shaking at all, surprisingly, which was good, that meant there wouldn't be a mess if it fell. However, the issue came in when they would eventually realize they would have to eat all of those pancakes.
It was of Springtrap's opinion that once they got through the first fifty that Deliah would hate pancakes at that point. But then again, if Deliah started to hate pancakes, that would mean the end of the world was most certainly near.
"Phew, and I thought it was going to topple over at the 100 mark!" Deliah said, squatting to the ground as she let Harry climb off her shoulders.
"I told you it wouldn't be a bad idea! I was right, and you were wrong, so hah! Now you gotta… uh… what were the bet conditions again?" Harry asked as Deliah snickered.
"Well, if I won, saying it would fall at 100 Pancakes, you would have to drink a mix of ice tea and black coffee for the rest of the day, and if you won, I would have to do the same thing. Jokes on you, though, because I drink that every morning," Deliah said, walking over to the fridge as she snagged her cup of juice and coffee mix that she had left in there from yesterday morning.
Despite sounding gross, it was good. The savoury and strong taste of the coffee and the light, almost sweet-tasting ice tea mixed to make the most confusing drink in the world.
Harry shuttered, watching her take a swig of the drink. Shaking his head, he rubbed the back of his neck. "You're the strangest, yet the most honest person I've ever met," Harry said as he stretched his arms up into the air.
Deliah blushed at the compliment. "T-Thank you…" she said, glancing over at the time. Upon doing so, she shook her head, the blush disappearing as she rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh, it's 2:30 PM. Didn't you say your mom wanted you home by 3:00?" Deliah asked as Harry nodded.
"Yeah, so… I guess that means I'll see you later. Maybe next time you can come over to my place?" Harry asked as Deliah smiled.
"Sure, I don't see the problem with that," Deliah said as Harry walked out of the kitchen. When the sound of the front door closing reverberated throughout the house, Springtrap let out a groan.
"Finally, he's gone," Springtrap said as Deliah spun around to face him.
"What? He's a good person, why, do you not like him or something?" The brunette questioned as the yellow rabbit animatronic shrugged.
"I don't know. He just seems… off, if you know what I mean," the robot bunny said, standing up from his chair as he began to unstack the pancakes whilst also bringing out separate plates to put them on, then putting them into the fridge. "At least we now have a surplus of pancakes for future breakfasts," Springtrap continued.
Deliah shook her head, storming off into the living room and up the stairs to her room. The robot rabbit simply rolled his eyes, muttered "Teenagers" before continuing to put away the enormous mountain of pancakes.
Don't get the robot rabbit wrong, he didn't mind Harry, but he was a bit strange. He also seemed like the type of guy to be extremely nosey, which meant that he'd have to watch himself around the blond brat.
If he caught on to anything that he wasn't supposed to know… well, he was known for making children disappear, so there was that option. He looked over to the counter where Deliah had that strange mix of drinks. In a reflex, he knocked it into the sink before continuing to put away the pancakes.
Several hours passed, and he finally started putting away the last 15 pancakes, and it was then that he firmly planted the idea that pancakes were extremely overrated. Deliah was back on the couch and watching a horror movie—Split if he remembered correctly—and he could hear the sound of the family car pulling up into the driveway.
The sound of the front door opening caused Deliah to jump up from the couch and run to hug her dad, while Springtrap continued to work. However, he couldn't help himself to overhear their conversation.
"Dad! You're home! Oh, Harry came over today and we—"
"Deliah, not right now. I need to tell you something," Nick interrupted, causing Deliah to raise an eyebrow.
"What is it dad?" Deliah asked.
"You know how I work as the Dayshift guard at that Freddy's location beside where you found Springtrap?" Nick asked, causing Springtrap to become interested in the conversation, but say nothing.
"Y-yeah… did you get…?" Deliah left the question open-ended, only for Nick to chuckle to himself.
"No, I didn't Deliah. However, I've also taken up the mantle as the Nightguard."
And it was at that moment when Springtrap, even under all his malice and anger towards the world and that blasted company felt his non-existent heart plummet. Deliah had no idea what she was now looking at. She wasn't looking at her father anymore, she was looking at a walking corpse with a timer above his head, counting down to the fast arriving demise he would undoubtedly face.
All Springtrap could do was frown, gripping onto the counter. He wanted to warn Nick, but he most likely already knew. If he didn't, he was in for a treat…
Nick didn't know it yet, but he was already dead.
-To be Continued-
Before anyone says a word, yes, I changed Harry's design slightly, but that is to fit him into more of a character than he was before. Also, having Harry think Springtrap is Deliah's dad wearing a fursuit would be way more believable instead of him automatically catching onto the fact that he's an animatronic possessed by the soul of a serial killer.
That's about it for this chapter, next chapter will be Nick's First Night at Freddy's. I wonder how he does…?