A/N: So this is an AU a friend and I made in an RP. In this case, Springtrap is Vincent Moore's, father to my OC and Lizzy, my friend's OC. It was suppose to be a small oneshot but I got carried away, typing around 1,800 words Sorry not sorry XDDD Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and if you want more of this type of AU, leave a comment (a nice one please or constructive criticism)! Thank you!

Springtrap stared at the ceiling from his place on the couch. It was strange, having found himself in his own house and his two daughters still accept his new...look. Closing his eyes, he frowned. How were they able to forgive him after what he had done? He killed the children...but then again, it wasn't entirely his fault. A few years back, he was diagnosed with dissociative personality disorder and struggled to treat it. That's when...something changed and he snapped one day. God, if only he did the smart thing and prevent himself from going off the deep end then maybe-

A floor board creaked, making Springtrap snap out of his thoughts. Ears turning towards the sound, his eyes saw a figure in pajamas stopped by the kitchen. Brown hair and brown eyes leaned on the forearm crutch she held. His silver eyes dulled and he slowly sat up, recognizing who it was. "What are you doing up, kiddo?" Springtrap quietly asked with a small frown, voice gravely from wearing the suit. Emily winced and turned to see him sitting on the couch. Tired eyes met glowing silver ones, making him frown deeper in worry. She hobbled over into the living room. The moon outside illuminated her pajamas and the one pantleg that dangled as she walked. Springtrap's chest clenched every time he saw it and anger rose within in. He helped her sit next to him, Emily managing to sit and swallow uneasily.

He looked at his youngest, taking in her form. Tired, shy and quiet. She was more reserved than Lizzy, who was a bit more outgoing. His eyes dulled as his mind flashed to the past. Ever since he did those...terrible things, he had been unaware how it all affected the girls. Lizzy was the one who turned him in and later ended up having an...episode that caused her to go to the mental hospital. He was put in jail, having very little contact with either of them. The only person who had talked to him was his wife's sister, Mary. It was then he was told of what happened to Lizzy and Emily. A truck driver had hit Emily as she tried to follow Lizzy to the pizzeria.

That day was the day he had to change for good.

What happened after that was a blur: He gotten out and stuck in the damn suit because of the children and was found by Lizzy, who brought him home. He ended up scaring Emily at the time. He didn't mean to...

"Why are you up?" The question made Springtrap snap back to reality. "I asked you first, Emily." He answered, his one good ear moving slightly. The girl frowned, huffing quietly. "I...couldn't sleep." She mumbled.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Springtrap asked and Emily shook her head. "No...not that...it..." she grew quiet. Springtrap bent his head down a bit to meet her eyes. "Why didn't you get Lizzy or Aunt Mary?" He asked her. She looked up at him, shifting in her seat before looking away. "I didn't want to wake them. Lizzy's been having bad dreams too. Tonight, she's been sleeping fine for the first time in months." Emily said quietly.

Lizzy was having nightmares too? Jesus...it better not be of him...

When she didn't continue, he hesitated to reach out to her. Springtrap knew that his form was a bit, well, unsightly to say the least but he also didn't want to scare her again. Surprisingly, Lizzy wasn't that scared of his grotesque appearance. Only Emily was at times. So, very slowly, his mutated-like hand carefully cupped her cheek and made her turn to look at him. Emily jerked in surprise and his chest tightened. She looked up at him as he pulled his hand away. "I don't want to talk about it, dad." She said quietly and started to fiddle with her pajamas.

"Oh...ok. Do you want to talk about something else?" Springtrap asked gently. "Like what?" Emily asked. "Well, is everything going ok at school?"

"We don't go to school anymore...Aunt Mary thought it'd be best and its easier for me to get around." She said, gripping her sleeve. He fell silent for a moment and his ear lowered. "At least you don't have to deal with bad teachers." Springtrap said with a small smile, hoping to lighten the mood. "Yeah...or anyone else..." Emily muttered quietly. That made his expression change. His smile morphed into a frown. Anyone else? Didn't Emily like anyone at school?

"What do you mean? Was someone being mean to you at school?" Springtrap asked. "I don't want to talk about it." Emily muttered. "Emily, don't do that." "Do what?"

"Don't not talk to me." Springtrap said firmly. "Don't keep things from me that are hurting you. Its not healthy."

"Leaving wasn't healthy." Emily said in a quiet voice and Springtrap's heart clenched, his good ear lowering. He looked at her and he saw the hurt and sadness in her eyes as she stared at the ground. "Kiddo, I...I...It was my fault... that I left, b-but...I didn't mean for anything to happened to you or Lizzy." he said gently. She gripped her pajamas. "But it did happen! I got hurt because I followed Lizzy! I woke up and no one was there when I was scared and alone in the hospital...You weren't there..." Emily exclaimed with tears bursting in her eyes, which made Springtrap freeze.

"I hated school because everyone laughed at me and Lizzy! They all made fun of me, shoving me and teasing Lizzy! I hated it! You weren't there and I don't have any f-f-friends!" She cried, gripping her hair and head. "I couldn't sleep b-b-because I had a fl-flashback of the crash and it scared me s-so much!"

Springtrap's eyes glazed over, his chest growing heavy with guilt at her words. She had been dealing with so much on her own along with Lizzy with no one really to talk to. What a crappy father he was... Taking a shaky breath in, his hands surged forward. He carefully grabbed her hands and tried to calm her down. "Emily. Emily, c-calm down. Please..." he said quietly. Emily trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, her body shaking with some hiccups. Suddenly, she pulled away and started hitting his chest in anger. His eyes widened in shock at first for a split second before frowning silently.

Not saying anything, Springtrap felt the weak blows but didn't stop her. They didn't hurt. He deserved it, and he couldn't blame her or Lizzy for being mad at him. He mentally cursed to himself for everything he had done. It had hurt his family and his sanity. Springtrap managed to grab Emily's hands and his shook in anger and sadness as he held hers, making her stop. "I'm sorry..." He said quietly, trying to calm himself. Calm down...calm down... He thought, moving in and placing his forehead on her head. He could feel Emily's shaking continue. Wanting to stop her from crying more and perhaps hurting herself, Springtrap slowly wrapped his arms around her and pulled his daughter close in to this chest. The teen shook as he did but didn't pull away. He gently cupped the back of her head, afraid to let her go.

"I'm s-sorry..." he whispered and closed his eyes, knowing it wasn't going to change the past but it was the only thing he could do at the moment. All Springtrap did know was that he needed to be there and change who he was as a person. Emily then unexpectedly gripped his shoulder and he heard quiet sniffles come escape her. That surprised him and he shifted a little to look down at Emily. She had her face tucked under his chin, her hand gripping his shoulder as she sat on his lap.

His mind wandered to when they were at the Fright Attraction. Smoke...fire...footsteps...he stared at the wall, remembering how he had been angry, lost and confused. Springtrap had been wandering around, wanting to find a way out but his other personality wanted control. He could hear the crackling of flames and uneven footsteps. When he saw the figure through the smoke at first, he thought it was those kids haunting him...So, when he lifted them up and stopped, his other self was screaming at him to do it.

But...

Then, he saw who it really was...

He found himself about to choke his younger daughter. Horror filled his every being.

"Kill her! She's weak unlike Lizzy! She won't be like you want!"

"N-no!"

"Do it or I will!"

"Don't you DARE do it!" He screamed at him.

He felt his grip tighten before Springtrap's eyes flickered and quickly let Emily go, covering his face and shaking violently. "You bastard..."

Present Time

He sighed unsteadily and opened his eyes, hearing only silence reign throughout the room. He had always been afraid of hurting them...Lizzy was always the tough one, always there to protect others from harm. Yet she was also kind just like her mother. Emily was younger and therefore more fragile in his eyes, quiet and yet full of surprises... When Springtrap heard silence, he thought did she stop? Did he squeeze her too tight? Springtrap glanced down and the sight made his chest lighten a little. Emily had fallen asleep crying, only her breathing was heard. Eyes closed tiredly, her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.

Debating on whether or not to move, he glanced at the clock. 2 am. It was ungodly late for either of them to be up. But then again, he himself rarely slept anyway. Emily and Lizzy on the other hand needed sleep. The worn rabbit slowly and carefully stood up with Emily in his arms. He held her with one arm while grabbing her crutch in the other. Springtrap walked over to the stairs and went up to her room.

He entered, making his way to the bed and gently placed Emily in bed. Her grip tightened but only for a second before it slipped from around his shoulder. He pulled the blanket over the girl as he knelt beside her. Tucking her in, he smiled sadly and brushed some hair away from her eyes. Emily shifted slightly at the gesture but that was it. Springtrap leaned over and gently nuzzled her head as a form of a kiss. "Goodnight, kiddo." He said softly. "I won't leave you two...I promise. Not again..."