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Roommate Rudeness

Prompt: Did you hear that Phone Dude called out Springtrap for being so rude?

It should've been a quiet night. His feet were kicked up on the coffee table, the lights were dimmed, a freshly popped bowl of popcorn sat on his lap, and the TV was turned to his favorite television show. Everything was set up perfectly and he was ready to escape into the drama of the tumultuous love life of a vampire and his mistress.

The beginning intro already passed, as did the title screen, and he was just about to get fully engulfed… Until his view of the TV was blocked by someone stepping in front of him.

"That's it!" the Phone Dude snapped as he stood over Springtrap. The rabbit looked up at him slowly, his fabric eyelids lowering into a bored look. "Look, I've put up with a lot of this over the last couple of days and I've been cool with it, but this is too far!" He pointed past the couch into the kitchen. "Look at that!"

Springtrap put an arm on the back of the couch and looked over. He still didn't look like he cared and obviously only did it to quiet the man faster, who was looking close to exploding.

"All you did was make popcorn! How'd you destroy the entire kitchen?!" he demanded. "Dude, I'm not even looking for an apology. I really want to know how you did that, because everything is out of the cabinets, there's butter everywhere, and everything smells like burned popcorn! I already got a hard-enough time trying to get your oozing smell out of the place!"

Normally, Springtrap would take offense, but he knew if he did anything it would risk his television time more. Even now he could hear Clara grilling Vlad but couldn't see it because his current 'roommate' was blocking his view. It would've been so easy to reach him out and push him out of the way, but he wasn't the type to get physical. At least, not get physical with the one living human that knew of his existence. Phone Guy kept going.

"And it's not like this is the only room you trashed! You got your gunk clogging up the drain now, and I can't even get someone out here to help me, cause you never leave the living room! Except when you go crash in the guest room, which you've also destroyed! How do you break a bed?! Seriously, Dude?!"

He noticed Springtrap making an eye rolling gesture. The rabbit hadn't even considered that he would notice it, and if anything, it made it much worse. "And worse, you don't even care! I'm the one buying the groceries and bringing all the stuff home and you just take advantage of that! You know what that is? It's rude! That's, like, the definition of rude!"

There was a long silence where the two stared at each other. There was no sound except for the talking on the television. Then, finally, Springtrap answered him, opening his mouth to say three, small words.

"Are you done?"

The Phone Dude tossed his hands into the air in exasperation. "Yeah, I'm done! I'm fed up, I'm at the end of my rope, I'm all burned out, I'm-…" He huffed as he noticed Springtrap leaning to try and look at the television. "I don't even know why I try," he muttered as he sat down on the couch. He looked positively defeated, worn out by his new burden.

And even though Springtrap was staring at the TV, he was still distracted. The man might as well had been still standing in front of him. As apathetic as the animatronic was nearly everything, he could ignore that he wasn't the best guest. He let his frustration at being stuck in this foreign suit become an excuse to just not care.

He had to do something. Something that didn't involve him missing his show or having to get up yet.

The Phone Dude was cut off guard by the rabbit reaching over, hooking an arm around him, and pulling him in. He then thrust the popcorn bowl into his lap, as though silently inviting him to watch the show. "Wha-?"

"Shh," Springtrap shushed before pointing to the TV. "Just lighten up and watch."

"…Fine, whatever." While the Phone Dude couldn't say that the comment helped anything, he decided to go along with it. It wasn't like the vice grip around his shoulders was going anywhere soon, so it was worth just going along with it, even if it was probably just an attempt to pacify him.

At least Springtrap was willing to share the popcorn.