The sound of soft snoring was the first thing that registered to Springtrap. He turned in a futile attempt to get away from the noise, but as it persisted, he gave up attempting to fall back asleep. The rabbit sat up from the couch where he had dozed off with a groggy sigh. His vision was slightly blurry, but as soon as it cleared, his surroundings made his heart sink. He was at Gold's house. The night before seemed like it had stretched on for days, and what was really this morning felt like ages ago. One glance at the clock that hung above the tv told him that it was about two thirty in the afternoon. They didn't have to be anywhere until seven that night, but there wasn't a very good chance that Springtrap would be falling asleep again any time soon.
The source of his awakening was situated at the opposite end of the couch, curled into a comfortable, golden ball. Spring pulled the blanket Gold had given him a little closer to his chest as he shivered. The room was freezing, and the ever present scent of dye reminded Spring that he needed to wash his fur sooner or later. As much as he adored the skeleton outfit, all good things had to come to an end eventually; even Halloween. It was November, now. Halloween would have to live in his heart until next fall, he supposed. The rabbit's big green eyes drifted between Gold and the wall clock as his sleepy haze continued to ebb away ever so slowly. He was still exhausted, but going back to sleep wasn't an option. Waking Gold was out of the question; Spring was much too timid and polite to wake his host for such a small inconvenience. Gold needed sleep, anyway. Their little get together tonight was going to be draining, Spring knew. There were two possible outcomes of the fast approaching night; either the girls would drain him of what little energy he had, or he'd find an odd, sudden burst of energy that he would have no way to burn off. Finding a way to let out his energy in a packed diner wasn't exactly the easiest thing in the world, and Springtrap knew that sitting still in those red leather seats for such a long period of time would become boring rather quickly. Someone in the group would most likely invite everyone over to their place to spend the rest of the night fooling around, but whether or not he would have energy for such a thing was yet to be seen. If Gold wanted to go, though, Springtrap wouldn't object. He was his ride home, afterall, and even though the diner was closer to Springtrap's apartment than Gold's house, walking didn't seem too pleasant.
Not only was it going to be freezing, but the spike in violent crimes was just icing on the cake.
Either way, Springtrap would be spending his night around the group whether he had the energy for it or not.
Breakfast wasn't a current priority, so with a small intake of breath, Springtrap stood and began making his way silently through the living room. The bathroom was just down the hall past the kitchen, and the dye in the rabbit's fur was about to say its final farwell before vanishing down the drain forever. Springtrap successfully snuck down the old, creaky hallway without rousing Gold, and silently shut the bathroom door behind him to muffle any noises he was sure to make. The shower wasn't silent, afterall. Normally, he would have been too scared to even dare use someone else's shower, but this was Gold's shower in Gold's home.
He had used this shower many times, whether it was on planned sleep overs or surprise visits when he was bleeding and sobbing in a storm. That memory seemed to be making itself comfortable in the rabbit's mind, and as much as he hated to say it, he was well aware that memories of that night wouldn't stop until he was out of this house. He adored this place, but the memories attached to it weren't all pleasant. The rabbit leaned onto the bathroom sink with a disgruntled wince. The cream colored surface had certainly seen better days. The faint cracks that lined the old countertop hadn't been completely erased by past attempts to hide its flaws.
He gently tapped his claws onto the surface and forced his eyes open as wide as they could possibly go. It was a weak attempt at waking himself up, but the tapping of his claws proved to be a pleasant distraction from the memories he would have rather buried forever.
One glance down at his black claws reminded him that he needed to file them down later. His fur was his top priority, though. Finally, with a small inhale, Springtrap looked up into the mirror plastered to the wall. His makeup, just like he knew it would be, had been ruined. The white had smeared and mixed with the black, and with a heavy heart, he began to slip off his shirt. He needed to shower to get the dye out. If he was lucky, it wouldn't stain the floor and walls, but on the off chance that it did, he was fully prepared to scrub until his arms were numb.
As his shirt fell to the bathroom floor, the rabbit shivered from the cold air. A warm shower sounded like a dream, and afterwards he'd scrounge up something to eat.
Springtrap stood motionless under the stream of hot water. His eyes were glued to the floor as the water rinsed the dye from his fur. The back and white swirled around in the water before being sucked down the drain. It was almost hypnotic, and Spring caught himself having drifted off several times. What felt like a minute could have been five; he really wasn't sure how long he had been in the shower, but he tried to hurry it along. His fur was scrubbed clean with some kind of strawberry shampoo that had been sitting on the ledge of the shower when he got in. It was working, though, so scent didn't matter. He wasn't overly fond of the berry aroma, but it wasn't the end of the world. He could always wash the fruity smell out when he got back to his apartment that night. The thought of getting home was comforting, but that also meant leaving Gold. There was always bad that came with good things he supposed as the last of the dye was sucked away into the pipes. There was always a price for comfort, and he was beginning to wonder if he would feel hopelessly alone being at home after spending so much time with his friends. The sudden isolation would surely have a negative impact on him, but how severe it would be wasn't clear yet. Sometimes he felt perfectly fine when he got home and away from it all, but the faint feeling of sadness in his gut promised him a long night of feeling down and depressed. What would things be like once he returned home, anyway? What were him and Gold? His feelings, albeit never having been spoken, were genuine and known. It was clear to him now that Gold felt the exact same, yet neither of them had done anything more than hold hands and snuggle against each other the night prior. Friends snuggled….right? There were platonic hugs and kisses, so why wouldn't there be platonic snuggles? These emotions he felt weren't platonic, though. This feeling made him anxious and energetic, and he wanted to throw up just thinking about it.
The rabbit nervously looked down at his feet, continuing to allow the warm water to soak into his already drenched fur. It didn't take a detective to figure out that what the two yellow furred idiots had was genuine; it was love. Whether they liked it or not, their little puppy crushes had remained and blossomed into something far more permanent. Springtrap loved Gold, but that word had never been spoken out loud. Neither of them had even admitted to liking each other. The word 'Love' carried so much weight to it that Springtrap was fearful of saying it. What if Gold's feelings weren't as strong? Sure, it had become abundantly evident that the bear at least had a crush on him, but 'love' was such a big, scary word. Love was for dedicated couples or close family members; it was a word often said yet very seldomly meant. Even if Springtrap loved Gold, saying it wasn't something he could just do. Making things awkward seemed to be the rabbit's specialty throughout his childhood, though it had never been his intent. Suddenly blurting out his feelings had the potential of making things weird, and if he had to wait to say those three special words to Gold, he would. Saying them with confidence that he would be able to hear them in return was better than blurting it out too soon and ruining it all. Gold was his second crush, and the first person he had any true feelings for. His family would hate him if they saw him now…. That thought brought a sad smile to the rabbit's face, and as he leaned forward to turn the shower off, he tried his best to be content with it.
Ever since he'd gotten away from the party last night, his anxiety seemed to be through the roof. Staying over at Gold's house was certainly a factor. The mere idea of them being anything more than friends was both exciting and petrifying, but he had to suck up his nervousness if he wanted a shot at finally achieving his wildest desire that he'd had since he was twelve. The passage of time was still hard to believe; how he was already eighteen was beyond him, but he was still alive and kicking despite never expecting to make it this far. Living to adulthood wasn't something he had ever counted on, but now that he was here, he felt a little lost. It was like being thrown into an unexpected situation, only the situation was not dying. It was one of his many unhealthy issues, Spring knew. Now that he had successfully lived to adulthood, nothing felt quite like it should. He still felt like a kid, deep down, and even though he hadn't changed much in appearance or attitude since meeting Gold, he was different. His voice had deepened ever so slightly; his face had thinned a little, and he finally grew into those big buck teeth… more or less. They were a common trait in rabbits, he knew. He had been teased about it relentlessly through his childhood to the point of despising being a rabbit. Out of all of the animals he could have been born as, why a rabbit? Springtrap was everything that people thought rabbits were, in all honesty, and it made him want to hide away from everyone. He was weak, timid, shy, and anxious. Granted, not all rabbits had these traits, just like not all bears were strong, but he hated that he was exactly what the world expected of him. He fit the mold of a rabbit; he fit the mold of a horrible, unwanted bastard. As the water stopped pouring down on him, Springtrap began to wring the wetness from his fur. He stepped out onto the navy green bathmat that was probably older than him and grabbed the blue fuzzy towel that was hanging from the towel rack.
Gold fit the mold of a bear, but he fit it well. Gold was strong and confident when he needed to be, but he was also an individual. He was a sweetheart with a gentle touch and a heart of...well… gold. Unlike Gold, Springtrap didn't have much that truly made him an individual. He was just… him. He didn't have any hidden talents or an exciting life; he was an average man living from paycheck to paycheck. The fact that he was currently unemployed was a concern but now wasn't the time for him to worry over every little flaw in his life.
If he hadn't saved every penny he had leftover, he wouldn't still be in his apartment. Unless his luck turned, he'd have to consider asking someone to allow him to stay with them until he could afford to go out on his own again. His last job was a simple one, but after one too many employees screamed and nearly sent him into a panic attack, he couldn't continue working as a sales clerk. His employer had refused to move him somewhere where he didn't have to face the nastier people as often, so he had quit. Nobody in the group really knew why Springtrap had become unemployed, but he was well aware that it could become a topic of discussion tonight.
Admitting that a few people yelling at him was his reason for being a burden on society didn't sound too exciting, but Springtrap wasn't one to lie unless it was for his own safety.
Three soft knocks on the bathroom door made him jolt and nearly drop his towel onto the floor, but he successfully caught it before it had the chance to touch the tiles.
"Spring?" Gold called from the other side of the door. It was clear by his voice that he had just woken up, and Springtrap felt an irrational pang of guilt for not asking before using the shower, despite the fact that Gold had reassured him that he was free to use it whenever he wanted….every single time he came over. The guilt died away as soon as it had came, and he wrapped the towel around himself with a small shiver. "You can come in," Spring called back as he turned to examine himself in the mirror. Gold was one of the only people that he felt comfortable enough with to be seen in a towel; they had snuck off to go swimming so much as kids that it was a familiar sight. The door slowly opened, and Gold greeted Springtrap with a happy little wiggle of his ears and a toothy grin.
"Are you hungry?" He questioned in a still-sleepy voice. Springtrap turned his attention away from the mirror where he was inspecting his dye-free fur and gave a quick nod.
"Yeah." He hummed without any sign of hesitation. Avoiding breakfast wasn't Spring's plan today, Gold realized with a relieved sigh.
"Waffles, then?" The bear questioned. There was a quick excited flick of Springtrap's tail that Gold didn't miss, and the rabbit was nodding not even a second later with excitement in his eyes.
The car ride to the restaurant felt short and weird. Something about the entire day had felt off to Springtrap. His confidence he'd had at the party was nearly nonexistent now, and he was back to stuttering, jumping, and struggling to keep his head up. The day had been uneventful after breakfast; it had been filled with cheesy horror movies and awkward jokes as both Gold and Spring settled back down on the couch. Springtrap wasn't sad, but he was back to his old self, it seemed. He barely had the confidence to hold Gold's hand halfway through the last movie, and when the time to leave finally rolled around, he beat himself up over not having pushed himself up against the bigger man more. He wanted to be held and snuggled, yet his anxiety had prevented him from taking what was so clearly being offered to him. Nothing had been acknowledged yet, and it was beginning to wear on the man. He wanted to blurt out that forbidden 'L' word already and hear it in return, but now wasn't the time or place.
Tonight was a get together with friends; there was nothing romantic or special about it, and Springtrap continued to remind himself of that fact. He and Gold, despite how touchy and snuggly they had been since last night, weren't a couple. Nothing had been said to assure Springtrap that even thinking that they were was alright. He had to hear something aloud for it to feel true and acceptable, so until there was spoken confirmation of their affections, he would keep his desires to himself, even if they were innocent and soft.
As they neared the diner, an odd sense of sadness began to well up inside of the rabbit. His time with Gold was nearly up for the night, and he would be back to being alone with just himself and his plants. This wouldn't be the last time he would be able to hang out with Gold and he knew that, but it felt like these last few hours they had together would be the only chance of finally confessing his feelings he'd ever get. Anxiety was a horrible, suffocating thing, and Springtrap wasn't happy to have it return. The radio offered very little comfort; only spitting out annoying songs that Springtrap didn't know or like. It didn't take long to arrive at the diner, though, and he was thankful for that. As much as he enjoyed the breeze in his fur, he felt cornered and a little carsick. He was doing his best to smile through it all, and Gold hadn't caught on that Springtrap was nervous in the slightest. The parking lot of the restaurant wasn't very full, but there was still a decent amount of people inside. Springtrap could practically hear the chatter already.
Whether he liked it or not in the end, he was doing this. Seeing his friends was the pleasant part, but the bright lights, constant noise, and nonstop interaction was going to quickly drain him.
The cool of the evening air was a comfort, and Springtrap took in slow, deep breaths as he stepped out of the car and shut the door. His hoodie was wrapped around his waist, and the cool air blew the fur on his arms in the soft breeze. Gold flashed him a toothy grin, and Springtrap gave him a buck-toothed smile of his own as they began to head inside.
The sounds of chatter could be heard from outside, albeit muffled, and it only made Springtrap feel all the more overwhelmed. The air inside of the diner was colder than Springtrap would have liked, but it wasn't bothering him enough to go through the effort of sliding his jacket on. Gold led the way inside and greeted their waitress with his typical, cheery smile. Springtrap followed in his shadow; appearing as nothing more than a meek, uninteresting follower. It was funny how even after all of these years, Springtrap followed Gold around like a child clinging to their mother. Gold was bigger and physically stronger; why wouldn't Springtrap let him lead the way? The table where their group was had already been filled with several familiar faces, and a few stray new ones. Boyfriends and girlfriends, Springtrap quickly pieced together. He'd seen many of these people at the party last night, but he didn't truly know them. The inclusion of strangers into the circle of friends made him a little wary of being too open, but as he took a seat in between Gold and Freddy, he felt at ease. All of his anxieties seemingly melted away once more, and his ears perked up ever so slightly. He was feeling confident again, just like he had at the party. It was strange and seemed to come and go without reason. Was this going to become a common occurrence? Would he get random bursts of energy and confidence from time to time without rhyme or reason? It seemed to happen whenever he was out and around bigger crowds, which made very little sense to him. Large numbers of people, especially ones he didn't know, always petrified him, only now they seemed to be giving him confidence he never knew he had. It made no sense, and as he relaxed in his seat, he began to wonder what the source of his newfound confidence was. Maybe he was finally getting over it all, and experiencing anxiety would become a rare occurrence. Surely, that was far too good to be true though. Gold's presence was one of the possibilities that crossed his mind, yet when they were alone together, the confidence had vanished. The soft voice of the waitress pulled Springtrap from his thoughts, and he looked up into the she-wolf's eyes without missing a beat. He had been to this diner many times; he didn't need to look over the menu to know what he was going to order. Just like clockwork, he rambled off his order of cheesy fries and a hot dog before handing his unused menu to the woman. She swished her fluffy grey tail behind her with a delightful little smirk before continuing down the line of patrons to take their orders.
Springtrap, feeling energized and bubbly, turned to face Foxy, Bonnie, and Chica who were seated directly in front of him. He wasn't sure how long they had been there before him, but Foxy was already munching on a plate of onion rings with a tired expression on his face. He was worn out, clearly, but Springtrap was happy that the fox hadn't bailed out on them.
"You good?" Springtrap asked with a curious cock of his head. Foxy glanced up at the rabbit and let out a low grunt. Bonnie was seated right next to Foxy, which not only gave him the opportunity to steal more of the fox's food, but allowed him to speak to Springtrap without yelling. There were several tables pulled together to accommodate the large party; the outer row had chairs while a long booth stretched along the wall. Most of the group was too far away for Springtrap to talk to, but the smaller group of friends he'd come to know first was all he needed.
He liked everyone else, yes, but for the longest time, it had been just him, Gold, Foxy, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie. He felt much more comfortable around them than most of the others.
Foxy leaned forward on the table, giving Gold and Springtrap the most miserable look he could muster. "I told you to get home early, bud." Freddy chuckled lightheartedly.
"Yeah, yeah. Shut it, Fazfuck." Foxy grumbled before shoving more food into his mouth.
Chica jumped in with an excited little wiggle in her seat. "Oh, Oh, did you guys hear about that meteor shower going on next weekend?" Springtrap wiggled his nose with interest as Chica began rambling on about the best times to go stargazing for a chance of glimpsing a shooting star or two. Before he could focus in on the details of when and where she wanted to have a little get together to watch the event, he found himself pushing away from the table. Chica glanced at him momentarily to make sure everything was alright before realizing by his awkward little smile that he was excusing himself to the bathroom. Nothing needed to be said, so Springtrap slipped out of his chair and began walking towards the bathroom. The black and white tiles under his shoes were grossly sticky, but that was typical of the diner. It wasn't grotesque by any means, but no matter how many times he saw the employees mopping, the floor still had a permanent sticky feel to it. Nobody paid him any mind as he made the short journey to the bathroom. The door was painted a greyish green color that Springtrap despised, but he despised what he saw inside even more. The overhead lights were mostly burnt out, leaving only a singular, dim bulb to illuminate the tiny room. The light hummed and flickered, threatening to give out at any moment just like the others had. The bathroom's walls were painted a dark grey, which only added to the darkness barely being held at bay by the singular light source. As eerie as the bathroom was, Springtrap brushed off the feeling of unease and stepped inside. There were only two stalls in here, both of which were vacant with the stall doors hanging wide open. Bits of shredded toilet paper were strewn across the floor near the small, metallic garbage cans that sat next to the toilets. It looked like a feral cat had shredded them, but Springtrap wasn't too concerned about their backstory. He wanted to use the bathroom and get out as fast as possible. The small space felt extremely claustrophobic, and it reeked of something familiar yet unknown.
It wasn't a foul smell, but it wasn't one that you would expect to find in a bathroom. Springtrap shivered and stepped inside, letting the push door close silently behind him. He made his way into a stall as quick as he could, wanting nothing more than to get back out to relatively fresher air and friendly smiles. Unlike whoever had been here before him, Springtrap didn't throw any garbage on the floor. As the sound of the flushing toilet echoed off the walls, Springtrap swore that he heard the sound of the door opening and closing. He stood silent for a moment, but when no sound of shuffling feet or closing stall doors came, he assumed that he'd misheard.
Spring stood on the tips of his toes to stretch his aching legs, then opened the stall door and mozied over to the sink. One quick glance around told him that nobody had entered, and a sideways glance into the opposite stall promised him that he was alone. With three pumps of soap and a happy little wiggle of his tail, Springtrap turned his attention to washing his hands. He had always enjoyed foam soap; the texture was soothing, and even if it was considered childish to enjoy things as small as the texture of the soap, he still enjoyed it. As the fruity foam was rinsed from his hands, another noise made him freeze up. It sounded like the faintest shuffling of feet… directly behind him. There were no mirrors in the bathroom, so whoever was behind him wouldn't be seen until he mustered up the courage to turn around. It was most likely Foxy, he realized with a relieved huff. That bastard took every chance he could to prank and startle people.
Springtrap flicked his wrists to rid his hands of some of the water clinging to them as he let out a chuckle. "Alright, I know you're there, so-" As Springtrap turned around, the face that met him wasn't long and pointed. There was no red fur or yellow eyes on this person, only dark, purple fur and large, blank, blackened eyes. There was barely any sclera visible, and it frightened Springtrap. He jolted and staggered back as his heart began racing wildly in his chest. The hare. It was the hare.
"Will." Springtrap choked out breathlessly. The hare leaned forward ever so slightly, hunched over and towering over the much smaller man.
"Yes. You know me." He purred. He was grinning that horrible, toothy grin. His whiskers were still a scraggly mess, and the strange smell from earlier was stronger now than ever, but Springtrap still couldn't place it. "What the hell are you doing?" Springtrap asked in a fearful tone. He realized with a wince that he was cowering, and he did his best to recover from the embarrassing display of fear.
Will let out a soft sound that Springtrap wanted to say was a laugh. Whatever the noise was, it wasn't natural. The hare straightened his back, showing off just how tall he truly was in comparison. It made Springtrap's heart sink and his stomach twist.
"What am I doing?" Will parroted with the faintest twitch of his nose. "Well I suppose I just wanted to say hello, is all." He hummed. Springtrap wasn't buying it; none of this added up. Will had done nothing except stalk him, creep him out, and ultimately make him want to run away in terror. At least this time, if he needed to, he wouldn't have to run as far. One glance at the door told Will all he needed to know, so with a small 'tsk' and shake of his head, the hare stepped in front of Springtrap's only exit. Spring took another step away from Will. If he screamed, people would surely hear him, but whatever Will could manage to do to him before someone got there frightened him to the point of silence. "You are very rude, you know." Will hummed out with an ever-present grin.
"I've only wanted to talk to you, and this is the second time you've tried to run off on me."
"You're stalking me!" Springtrap blurted out angrily. Out of instinct, he had taken a defiant step closer to William as he spat it, but he retreated back to his original position moments later once he came to his senses. There was no possible way he could take Will in a fight, and he wouldn't dare try.
"I just want to speak with you. It's not my fault you've run away." Will huffed as he narrowed his big, black eyes. How anyone's pupils were that big, Springtrap wasn't sure. Were those contacts?
Springtrap shivered in fear as Will eyed him like a predator; he most definitely felt like prey. Will's long ears lowered, and the sight of aggression on his face petrified the rabbit.
"I had to find some way to speak to you alone, yes?" Will continued in a slow, steady voice.
"What the hell would we possibly have to talk about? I don't know you! I just met you last night!"
Springtrap argued with a furious stomp of his foot. There it was again. There was that confidence he'd never had before; he wasn't shying away in the face of danger. He was finding the courage and bravery to stand up to someone... Springtrap stilled as Will let out a chuckle.
"That's me, I told you. Isn't it wonderful?"
Springtrap shook his head in confusion. "Wh-"
"I can give you that courage, Springtrap. I can take away your anxieties… your fears. You can be strong, You know. I can make you strong."
Springtrap jolted and took several steps back as Will took a few steps closer, speaking up again.
"I told you last night. You asked for my name, and I gave it to you, although not in the fashion you would have liked, I'm sure."
Springtrap shook his head in bewilderment. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"The planchette. You asked for a name. I don't like crowds, so I thought it would be more fitting to introduce myself to you in a more personal way." Will's smile grew impossibly wider, so much in fact that it no longer looked natural. The uncanny way his face stretched made Springtrap want to back away even further, but there wasn't much space left to inch away before he'd be pressed against the stall doors. The sound of his heartbeat was thrumming in his ears, and it was painfully obvious that he was fearful of the hare in front of him. Will didn't speak another word. He just stood completely still with that horrifying grin and those big, blank eyes. The black of his pupils seemed never-ending. There was so little white in the hare's eye that Springtrap wondered briefly if there was really any there at all. Bravery and confidence had been thrown out the window at this point; Springtrap was trembling in fear as the bigger man loomed far too close for comfort. The only sound other than Springtrap's panicked breathing was the hum of the lightbulb struggling to cling to life. It became painfully apparent by how still Will was that he wasn't breathing. His chest and shoulders weren't moving as a normal person's would. There was no possible way anyone normal could hold their breath for this long without showing signs of being uncomfortable, and as the moments ticked on, the undeniable fact that something was terribly wrong with Will became apparent. He wasn't normal; none of this was normal. After what had to be at least a full minute of uncomfortable silence, Will spoke, breaking the tense quiet much to Springtrap's relief and horror. He couldn't take much more of staring into those horrific eyes.
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Springtrap?"
"You're fucking crazy." Springtrap spat out with a shake of his head. This hare had clearly stalked him here. The little get together was only for the smaller group; it wasn't an open invitation to everyone who had been at the party last night. How Will had even gotten wind of this was beyond him. Unless someone in the group had told Will about meeting here for some reason, the only other option was petrifying. Considering that Springtrap hadn't ever seen Will until last night, he had his doubts that he had been invited here. Cornering someone in the bathroom wasn't exactly a socially acceptable thing to do; even someone as socially awkward as Springtrap knew that. Whatever drugs this man had taken made Springtrap extremely fearful of what his motives were. Before he could play out every horrific scenario in his head, Will continued.
"Crazy isn't the word I'd use. My mind is fully intact." The hare wiggled his long, clawed fingers as he spoke, only serving to make Springtrap feel even more uneasy. The movement wasn't natural; just like the night before, it was stiff, odd, and disturbing.
"You're stalking me." Springtrap hissed again. "That's pretty fucking crazy."
"Are wolves crazy for stalking deer in the wild? No. They need to stalk their prey to get what they need." Will gave the smaller man a toothy grin. Springtrap's voice came out shaky and fearful as he spoke up once again, practically pinned against the stall door at this point.
"And I'm your prey?" He questioned. Will softly snickered and shook his head.
"No, not prey. You called me to you, Springtrap. You all called for me, and I came, but you stood out from the rest of them. You are a fearful little creature, and I could fix that." Moving far too quick for Springtrap to dream of pulling away in time, Will grabbed ahold of the rabbit's arms. His hold was firm but not nearly enough to hurt. The hare examined him with a contemplative expression, and his claws gently traced over the golden fur.
"You don't have much muscle, do you, rabbit?" He asked in a gentle tone. Springtrap trembled and closed his eyes, bracing for the worst. Would Will harm him? Either way, he wanted to puke.
With one good yank, Will pulled Springtrap away from the stall door and out into the middle of the bathroom. He lifted the rabbit's arms up and turned Spring around effortlessly. The hare's strength was alarming, and the way he was being manhandled was making Springtrap queasy.
Will was nearly pressing himself against Springtrap's back; the small space separating them was far too small for comfort. Springtrap's legs shook and he stared down at the floor as Will held onto his forearms, shaking them gently.
"You're weak, cowardly, and alone… aren't you?" Will's voice was softer now, almost as if he was a concerned mother. If he was attempting to soothe Springtrap, he was failing miserably. When silence filled the small space of the bathroom again, Will's voice only deepened as he repeated himself. "Aren't you?"
The air in the bathroom felt much colder than it had before, and as Springtrap sucked in a deep breath of it, he tried to gather enough courage to respond. What could he say to that, though?
He wasn't going to admit that he was weak despite the fact that he so clearly was. Will, whether he was on some sort of drugs or not, was delusional. He had shown no desire to hurt Springtrap, and for that the rabbit was thankful. The fact that Will continuously brought up the ouija board and insisted that Springtrap had somehow called him was alarming. Did this weirdo actually believe that he was a ghost or something? As much as curiosity gnawed at him, Springtrap knew he needed to get out of the bathroom and quick. Will didn't try to keep ahold of the smaller man's arms; he allowed Springtrap to yank himself away and scurry back to the safety of the stall's wall.
As soon as he reached the cream-colored metal, he spun around and tipped his nose up in an attempt to make himself look angry. The pitiful display only made Will grin, though. He wasn't intimidated by the little runt in front of him; quite the contrary.
"You're trying your best, at least." The purple hare hummed with a flick of his long ears.
"Deep down, you've got energy in you, Bonnie."
"Don't call me that." Springtrap hissed as he narrowed his eyes. The rabbit's aggression was clearly exciting Will, but exactly why wasn't clear. Since he had revealed himself to Springtrap mere minutes ago, the rabbit had gone through anger, fear, and everything in between.
"These emotions are confusing for you… aren't they?" Will asked.
Springtrap didn't reply. What was there to say? Will was acting as if his mere presence had been giving Springtrap confidence and keeping his anxieties at bay. It was an outlandish claim and Springtrap wasn't going to have any part of it.
"Let me go," Springtrap growled. The fear he had shown mere moments before was gone now, replaced by courage and anger. Will gave an amused laugh.
"I'm not stopping you." He murmured as he stepped to the side and away from the door. The movement wasn't natural; he had stretched his leg out as far as it could go, then slid across the floor in a stiff, disturbing manner. Nothing about this hare was normal. Springtrap glanced between him and the door, unsure whether this was some sort of trick or test.
"You can feel alright forever, Springtrap. The world is your enemy, and I think it's time you put on some… armor. You need to protect yourself."
"I can protect myself just fine," Springtrap snarled as he began marching towards the door. He had no idea what this psychopath was proposing, but he wanted absolutely no part of it.
"You couldn't as a child," Will growled out in a low, animalistic voice. "And I don't think you can now."
Springtrap froze. He wanted to leave so badly, but his heart was back to racing in his chest; or, maybe it hadn't ever calmed and returned to normal. His mind drew a blank, and he stood with his back to Will for several moments as he gathered his thoughts.
"How do you know about my childhood?" was what finally slipped from his trembling lips.
"I know more than I should, Springtrap. I know that you fear the unknown. You despise the smell of alcohol, despite going out to parties and acting like everything is okay. You hate the darkness and the idea that souls can linger on and suffer even after death, despite playing with devices to try and contact them for your own entertainment. I know that you're a coward, who after seven years of clinging by someone's side is afraid of a god damn word that holds very little meaning to it."
Springtrap turned slowly to face Will. His bravery was gone, and tears were welling in the corners of his eyes as he faced the taller man once again. Will stood tall with that painfully wide grin. His hands were hidden behind his back, and in the center of his blackened eyes, two glowing white circles now shone.
"I can fix you." Will offered in a gentle voice. Slowly, one of his hands extended to Springtrap.
"I'm not broken." Springtrap huffed as a tear rolled down his cheek. He glanced down at the hare's clawed hand for a long moment before turning away completely and grabbing onto the door handle. He hurriedly wiped his eyes on the back of his arm and headed outside without looking back, leaving the empty bathroom without another word.