Vanny was leaning against the bathroom counter, staring into the mirror at her cheek. Her hair was wet and dripping and a green towel had been wrapped around her damp body. Springtrap sat on the edge of the tub holding a towel of his own, attempting to dry his fur as best he could.
Vanny stared into her own tired eyes. She noticed that they seemed a little more lively than usual. Her soaking clothes had been abandoned in the bathtub; that was a problem for future Vanny. She was starving and snuggling up against her giant, fluffy beast of a lover while watching a movie sounded like heaven. Springtrap kept sneaking glances at Vanny as she messed with her stitches, though his gaze wasn't on her face. Vanny was very aware of the eyes on her, but she didn't have the energy to say something to torment him right then. She wanted to curl up on the couch and go to sleep. Her arms were sore and her knees ached from being on the floor for so long. At least she'd succeeded in ridding the rabbit of his putrid smell…. Mostly. There was still a faint hint of mildew, but Vanny was content with giving in for the day. She still had a lot of work to do on him, but for tonight she had done enough.
Vanny turned to him with a small smile as she pushed away from the counter and stepped into the doorway; she hugged the door frame as she watched him dry his fur.
"How does a movie sound?" She asked gently. Springtrap's gaze drifted away from his soaking legs to acknowledge her. His good ear perked up ever so slightly, and Vanny was beginning to realize that it was most likely a sign of interest or curiosity.
"How are you going to sneak me into the theater?" He asked with a sarcastic grin and lidded eyes. Vanny shook her head as she turned away. "Now you don't get to pick it." She muttered as she vanished into the dim hallway. The lights hadn't been turned on in the hall, and the sun was already slipping away for the night, making it dimly lit and hard to see. Springtrap grinned to nobody but himself and returned to drying himself off, determined to minimize the amount of water that was going to soak up into the couch. The appearance of a stray, damp green towel being flung into the bathroom from around the corner caught his attention as it landed by his feet. His eyes snapped up in time to see Vanny's hand slipping out of sight. A part of him wanted to get up and peek around the corner, but he decided against it and returned to drying his somewhat golden fur.
Vanny came back a few moments later in a pair of shorts and a flannel shirt that was much too large on her. Springtrap eyed it and realized that it was his own. He didn't mind in the slightest; he couldn't even fit into them anymore. The oversized green and white flannel looked nice on her, and though it didn't show off her curves, William still found her absolutely beautiful.
Vanny had come bearing gifts, it seemed. She held a hairdryer in one hand and a large dry towel in another. Springtrap looked between her and the hairdryer, unsure who it was meant for. When Vanny lifted her hand and beckoned him over with a finger, he let out a defeated huff. The sooner he was dry, the sooner he could settle down for the night. Vanny plugged the hairdryer in beside the mirror and waited patiently for the rabbit to make his way over. He stood and trembled, then made his way over to her. He stared down at her with a blank expression that was impossible to read. Vanny didn't feel threatened by the robot's presence, though.
Even when he was towering over her with a look like that, she didn't have it in her to fear Will.
The hairdryer was switched on, and it was raised to Springtrap's face a moment later. Even though his eyes couldn't get dried out since they were plastic, he found himself squinting out of instinct. He had only been subjected to a hairdryer a few times in the past.
Once when he was running late on a date, and another time when Elizabeth had insisted on helping him get ready for work one morning. The rabbit's smile fell ever so slightly, but Vanny didn't notice.
There was silence as Vanny dried the rabbit; speaking over the loud hum of the dryer would have been tiring and pointless, anyway. It didn't take long until she was satisfied, and turned it off. Springtrap eyed himself in the mirror, which he had to bend down to even look into. Vanny's sore arms and knees had definitely paid off. With a pleased hum, he turned and pressed his clean, fuzzy nose against Vanny's good cheek. He gave her a quick, affectionate nuzzle which made her smile and then ducked through the doorframe and into the hallway. Vanny unplugged her hairdryer and left it on the counter. The bathroom light was quickly flipped off, and then she joined him in the hallway. Her tiny hands reached out and grasped onto his large ones, and Springtrap led the way into the living room.
The living room wasn't nearly as dark as the hallway; the twilight's purple and pink hues lit up the wooden floors and white walls in a bright display that Springtrap had never counted on seeing again. Vanny paced over to a shelf that was stacked with VHS tapes. White tape had been stuck onto many of them with their contents scribbled on with a sharpie.
Vanny pilfered through their options in relative silence. The only sound that filled the now quiet house was the creaking floorboards where Springtrap was pacing and the chirping of birds outside. Vanny felt the rabbit's presence over her shoulder, and it brought a smile to her face.
"Any suggestions?" She hummed softly. There was a brief pause before Springtrap leaned over her shoulder and bent over, peering down at the tapes with curiosity.
"It doesn't matter to me," He said softly. Vanny rolled her eyes and let out a small sigh as she grabbed a random tape from the pile.
"After all those years trapped in Freddy's, you can't think of a single thing you want to watch?"
"You." He shot right back with a cocky grin. Vanny scoffed and shook her head as she made her way over to the TV. She bent down and slid the tape into the VCR. It had been a while since she had watched a movie, but something told her that her attention would be a little more focused on William than the movie itself. Just being close to him would be enough for her; she had longed to cuddle up against him every night since he left, and even though this was creepily similar to snuggling against the empty suit that was still hiding in the closet, Vanny knew that she hadn't lost her mind. William was really here; he was inside of the rabbit this time, and he was home.
Hours felt like minutes to her. How they had already watched three movies, Vanny wasn't sure.
Springtrap was lying below her, content and relaxed on the couch. His big, fuzzy arms were wrapped around her, keeping her close and secure. Vanny was physically exhausted but had no desire to go to sleep. She didn't really care to see the ending of this particular movie again, but William's company was reason enough to resist sleep. His fur was soft and smooth, and it faintly shone in the glow from the tv. The house was pitch black aside from the light coming from the screen. Springtrap was used to the darkness, though.
A blanket had been thrown over Vanny's back, keeping all of her body heat trapped against her. She was lying on her stomach on top of the rabbit with her cheek resting on his chest. Her arms were wrapped around his sides, and her fingers were embedded in his fur.
They had been talking on and off through the movie; it was clear that neither of them were truly invested in it. Vanny shifted on his chest, then pushed herself up on her elbows to face him.
Springtrap gave her a once-over and raised his eyelids up in interest.
"When are you going to tell me?" Vanny asked. She brought her hands up to rest her chin on, never breaking eye contact with the beast below her.
The rabbit let out a small huff. That was another question he knew was coming.
"I had business to take care of at Freddy's." He replied. Vanny gave him that look she always did when she knew he was lying or only giving her half of a story.
"What kind of business couldn't wait until the next day?" was her next question.
Freddy's had already been out of business at that point, so it wasn't like he had to go in for some work-related emergency. Springtrap paused and Vanny patiently waited for him to reply.
"The kids." He finally managed. Vanny tensed ever so slightly. She hadn't been able to get the image of those rotting children out of her head and doubted she would ever succeed.
"They were in the robots. Like me." Springtrap slowly sat up, clutching Vanny against himself to make sure she didn't fall. Vanny looked up at him with an expression akin to fear. She knew that there was no reason to still be scared; those kids, if they were still somehow lingering around, were stuck at whatever was left of Fazbear's Fright.
Vanny had no intention of ever going back there for however long she had left. Considering she was only in her thirties, the sight of those kids would haunt her for many more years to come.
"They possessed the… robots?" She questioned. Somehow, even with Springtrap sitting right in front of her, saying something so outlandish out loud was insane. The rabbit in front of her grinned, showing off his teeth that were next up on the list of things to clean and fix.
"They stuck around like rats." He said in a low, intimidating voice. Vanny wasn't moved by it, though. She had no reason to fear him despite all he'd done.
"I went to Freddy's to destroy them before they could come and find me. They didn't have to, though. I was stupid enough to go crawling back."
Vanny gave him a small, meek nod. She could piece the rest together herself.
"How… did the suit …." Vanny went silent for a brief moment. Springtrap remained still and quiet, allowing her to gather and process her thoughts and words.
"How did it kill you?" She finally managed. Springtrap blinked, then scoffed.
"Painfully." He spat, causing Vanny to wince and regret asking in the first place.
"There's lots of sharp metal and plastic in here, Vanny," He gestured to himself with one of his hands, moving it up and down from his chest to his pelvis.
"If you really must know, though, I can dig out my old blueprints for this suit later."
Despite the gruesome topic, Vanny had always been fascinated by William's creations. She had always wanted to know all she could about them, but she was never pushy. Making William upset or uncomfortable had never been her intent, and she didn't want to hover over him while he tinkered with his little robotic toys.
Vanny gave him a firm nod as something akin to excitement glimmered in her eyes.
Springtrap relaxed slightly and cupped the side of her face. The only sound in the house was the voices from the TV, and he found himself relaxing more and more in Vanny's presence.
The Puppet had been tormenting him for years and being out of her strings still felt surreal. It was hard for him to believe that he was actually home with Vanny in his arms, but here he was.
Seeing the way she still got excited over the smallest things made him feel just a little bit safer. It was familiar and soothing; it was almost like he had never left.
Freddy's was in the past, and Vanny was his future.
"I never meant to leave you," he murmured softly. The look that Vanny gave him could only be described as a lovestruck gaze. Springtrap felt his tail wagging behind him ever so slightly.
"I waited for you." She said softly. Springtrap nodded and lowered his ear. He already knew.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I really am."
Even though he had used the pet name with innocent intent, the use of the word 'sweetheart' sent Vanny's heart beating much too fast. She must have gotten a weird look on her face because Springtrap was leaning forward with a concerned expression instantly.
"Vanny?"
Vanny relaxed a little when he pulled her closer. He eyed her with a worried expression, searching for anything that could be wrong with her. Vanny pulled herself up to snuggle against him. She hid her face in his chest, clutching to him as he clung to her.
"That fucking doll-" she whispered, "What was it?"
Springtrap hesitated, allowing her to tremble in his arms.
"One of the children." He said simply. Vanny hugged him a little tighter.
"They're gone now…" He assured her in a soft, low whisper. Vanny could tell by the tone in his voice that he wasn't entirely sure of himself. He had no way of knowing if that fire had burned his sins away for good, and it was clear by both his expression and the tone in his voice that he was too scared to go back and check. There would never be any reason for either of them to go back, though. Their worries about Freddy's and the Puppet should have been put to rest, but a small part of both of them would always wonder what became of those creatures.
Vanny wasn't sure if she could describe them as monsters, really. They were just kids; kids clinging to life the only way they could. Springtrap was a monster, and she would admit that even to him, although she would do so in a sick, adoring way. He was a monster that she had fallen in love with; she didn't hate him for his actions, and she didn't hold them against him.
It was like admitting that a wolf was a predator; it was the truth, and both of them embraced it.
They were both equally as twisted, demented and psychotic.
Vanny knew that they had problems and were far from normal, but normal wasn't what got her this far. She had fought to be alive today, and if others failed their fight to survive against her, that was simply too bad. Strength and wit was the key to survival, and Vanny had grown rather strong since fleeing her home and hiding away in Hurricane. This was where she had met William, and where her life spiraled down a path of bloodstains and corpse disposal.
William had always been stronger than her physically, but now she would have absolutely no chance of overpowering him in any situation. He was a giant with sharp claws and the strength of a bear. Vanny had always despised when anyone had power over her, yet with William, she had always submitted herself fully. He had never forced her into a situation she didn't want to be in; he was always considerate of her feelings and needs, even though he had no problem with taking the lives of children. He felt nothing towards those children, though. Vanny was all he had left; his wife and his own children were long gone. His wife had been taken from him many years ago, and he didn't want to ever have to bury another woman he loved.
He loved his wife, yes, but with Vanny it was different. He and Vanny shared one common interest that his wife had never known about. He would never say it out loud, but he found himself caring for Vanny more than he ever had for his wife.
He never spoke of his deceased wife much, but Vanny certainly knew about her. Vanny had never shown any signs of jealousy, and William was thankful for that.
Vanny often found herself feeling like she had to live up to all of Will's expectations; she had stepped into a position that had already been previously filled. She wondered if he would have preferred Mrs. Afton over her from time to time, but she never questioned him about it. Bringing up the dead wasn't something she intended on doing, whether it be Mrs. Afton or William's children. There was a time when Vanny wanted to help fill the void in William's heart; she had wanted to give him at least one child, but it had never happened. It wasn't like she had ever asked, either. She would forever beat herself up over never having the courage to speak her mind, but it was far too late now to even think of such things. He wasn't even alive anymore. Vanny's chance had been lost. She had him, though, and that was enough; she would do her best to shove down the feeling of loss for something she never had.
Vanny held onto him a little tighter, both seeking to give and get comfort.
"Why were you able to stay?" She asked. Springtrap rubbed her back gently.
"Dying in one of these suits is very, very traumatic." He began. "I'd assume that has something to do with it. That, or I'm just too stubborn to stay dead."
"I like the second one." Vanny hummed.
"Yeah, me too." The rabbit agreed.
Vanny turned her attention back to the TV as she snuggled a little closer, and the two spent the rest of the night in relative silence.
Vanny winced as blood ran down her finger, trailing down her wrist.
"Ouch! Fucking dammit." Her finger quickly slipped into her mouth as she sucked the blood off and set her needle down on the kitchen table. Springtrap was sitting still, wearing a shit-eating grin. "I thought you said you were good at sewing?" He snickered. Vanny wasn't badly hurt, it had simply been a small prick, so he wasn't concerned.
"You can fuck right off," She hissed as she slipped her finger out of her mouth.
She had spent all morning sewing him up, closing up any gaps in his suit with pretty, neat stitchwork. It wouldn't ever look like it had when the suit was new, but it was definitely an improvement. Only a few openings remained; it was fortunate that she had enough spare fabric that matched his fur to aid in his repair. Vanny took a step back and eyed her handiwork.
Springtrap stared at her with a gentle gaze, clearly just happy to be around.
"You need to show me how to fix your legs, next." Vanny hummed as she crept closer, going back to the spots she still had to repair. Springtrap watched as she sewed the gaps in his fur together. Despite his teasing, she had done an excellent job of stitching him back together.
He sort of liked the way the stitches were faintly visible; it was Vanny's doing, and it was her symbol of love and undying loyalty; she would be here for him no matter what.
Springtrap eyed the stitches on her own cheek as guilt came creeping back in.
He hoped it wouldn't scar too badly...