"A little tighter, Vanny." Springtrap murmured.
Vanny did as she was asked and tightened the bolts on the endoskeleton. It stared at her with a blank expression as she pulled it together piece by piece. Springtrap was right next to her, guiding her patiently through every step.
He was quite impressed by her dedication and skill at it. The suit, though it currently had no outer workings, was practically complete. It was much smaller than the suit that William currently possessed. He had questioned Vanny about why she had wanted it smaller, and she had insisted that it would be much more satisfying to see the cop struggle against a tighter, smaller build. Springtrap had grinned and agreed. They had combined the sleeker, thinner build of the Toys with the deadly, horrible spring locks. With William helping her through it all, designing the sleeker, smaller spring suit was a breeze.
"Are you sure you don't want to take out Clay, too?" Springtrap asked her with a dark grin.
Vanny shook her head. "No, only Dunn." She had insisted. Clay was her enemy simply because he was an officer, but that other blonde asshole who had come sniffing around eight years ago had been a complete douchebag to her. She wasn't against killing Clay, necessarily, but he wasn't the target she had in mind. Vanny had found out that the man who had shown up at her door went by Officer Dunn not long after he had barged into her home like the rude pig that he was. She kept picturing Dunn inside of the suit in front of her, but it felt… wrong.
Killing him wasn't the issue, but-
"Hey," Springtrap spoke up suddenly, making Vanny tense. Her big green eyes locked onto his face as he spoke. He was rolling his wrist lazily, clutching a screwdriver firmly.
"Once we're done with this, maybe we can tinker around with other projects… Just for fun?"
Vanny blinked at him, clearly a little surprised. Ever since they had begun working on the spring lock suit three weeks ago, Will had been very upbeat and happy go lucky. It reminded Vanny of when she used to do something with her younger cousins that interested the little brats. The rabbit was acting like a child who was just happy to have someone to play with.
William had been very excited to have someone share his interest in his mechanical creations again. It reminded him of better days before he had ruined his friendship with Henry. He really was trying his best not to think about that man, but the thoughts still lingered, along with a faint hint of guilt. Despite all the years that had passed, William still wished that he hadn't gone after Charlie that night. The past was full of horrible things, but William wanted to fill his future with horrible things as well. He was helping Vanny make a death suit for a man who had simply been a little too cocky and obnoxious to her. Things never changed, yet they always did.
"What kinds of projects?" Vanny asked with an interested tone in her voice as she turned back to the set of locks she was currently working on. Springtrap kept an eye on her as she continued, making sure that she didn't fuck it up and lose a finger in the process.
"Just little things. Whatever you'd like, really." He purred.
Vanny looked up at him. "You're the robotics expert." she pointed out with a small smirk.
"You clearly have a talent for this kind of thing, Vanny. You caught on a lot quicker than anyone else ever did." Vanny shrugged her shoulders and returned to working on the endoskeleton in front of her. "Only because you're helping me," She pointed out in a low voice.
The rabbit rolled his eyes and sat his screwdriver on the kitchen table with a small huff.
"You can just say no, Vanessa." He grumbled with an annoyed flick of his ear.
Vanny pulled her fingers away from the sharp metal bits as carefully as she could, then crossed her arms. She stared at the rabbit in front of her with a very displeased expression.
"Stop pouting," she huffed. "I never said I wouldn't do it, but don't expect me to come up with some amazing design."
Springtrap gave a quick nod and turned back to look at the endoskeleton.
"You're acting like a toddler," Vanny muttered as she turned back to the set of locks she was setting into place. Springtrap let out a small sound; it was like a mixture of a grunt and a growl.
He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was well aware that he was acting rather pissy.
Vanny had a talent with metal and machinery, but she was too stubborn to acknowledge it.
In her mind, she would never compare to William or his wonderful monstrosities he had created.
She would forever be in his shadow, just like she always had been. She was fine with being overshadowed, though. She wasn't jealous of William or his talents, she just wanted things to stay the same as they always had been. William was the clever creator, and she was his partner who helped him clean the bloodstains out of his clothes.
She didn't want him to look to her, expecting some kind of greatness to come from her.
William was the creator, and she was the helping hand. Nothing great would ever come from her, and she was fine with that. If he expected her to create something with her own hands, she feared she would fail. Letting William down wasn't an option, so she preferred to live and die without taking risks by stepping into a field she wasn't skilled in.
She had a talent with these things, that much was clear, but she wanted to have a hand to hold through it all. Vanny was independent, yes, but there was a difference between doing what needed to be done and taking a leap into something she felt she would fail at.
If William expected nothing from her, she couldn't let him down… Right?
Springtrap watched as the woman worked on the spring lock suit in silence. He watched the way her eyes scanned across her tools, then back to the mass of metal and plastic. She had already drifted back into her work; zoning out completely. She knew what she was doing, now. Springtrap had guided her through adjusting enough of these locks that she felt comfortable continuing on her own. He was still watching her like a hawk, though. One wrong action could set a lock off, and he didn't want Vanny to lose anything. The rabbit remained silent while she worked, and a small part of him felt a little more complete as if a void that had been aching for years had possibly found a way to be filled. Vanny and he could create horrible, wonderful monstrosities together; but unlike Henry, she would be willing to knowingly create them to kill.
That night, when all of the tools and loose bits of robotic scrap had been put away, Vanny stared at the endoskeleton in front of her. It was complete, now. The only thing left to do was wrap the deathtrap in soft fur that would soon be stained with blood. Creating the outer part of the suit was something that Vanny intended on doing herself; she had made her own suit all those years ago, after all. She was experienced, and she didn't need Springtrap's paw to hold onto and guide her through this part. Vanny turned to the rabbit as he rummaged through the fridge, looking for something that Vanny could eat. The sight of the comically large rabbit hunched over, digging through the refrigerator brought a smile to the woman's face.
"I'm not too hungry, Will." She hummed as she turned away from the endoskeleton that was sitting perfectly still in one of the kitchen chairs. The rabbit didn't look up at her but made a low grumble; Vanny knew well enough that it meant that he was finding her something to eat whether she liked it or not. The sun was setting, and the kitchen glowed a faint orange hue.
Vanny walked slowly beside the kitchen counter, running her fingers across the cold surface.
Her heart felt heavy, yet she was excited and wanted to move. She wanted to burn off this sudden burst of energy while she had the chance. She could eat later.
"Will-" Vanny called out as she bounded over to the fridge with a skip in her step.
The rabbit pulled his head out of the fridge and looked at her with a confused expression as she reached out and took ahold of both of his paws.
"Dance with me." She beamed with wide, excited eyes. Springtrap blinked in confusion and stared at her.
"Dance?" He parroted back in a gruff voice. Vanny eagerly nodded.
"Come on!" She tugged on his arm gently in an attempt to steer him into the living room.
"Vanny, come on," He grumbled as he pulled his paws out of her grasp. Despite her best efforts, Vanny hadn't been able to move him even a single inch. He was a heavy robot, now. He was no longer the William she would play wrestle with and occasionally get the upper hand on.
The excitement in her eyes dulled and her smile fell slightly.
"Maybe tomorrow." Springtrap huffed as he turned back to searching through the fridge.
Vanny stood still, clutching her hands together in silence. It took her a long moment to reply, but when she did, Springtrap failed to notice the sadness in her voice.
"Alright…" She whispered softly.
Vanny didn't sleep much that night. She clung to Springtrap in silence as she attempted to doze off. They had both agreed to use the suit by the end of the week, and their plan to lure the cop into the open to capture was still a work in progress. Vanny couldn't find herself caring too much about their little plan, though. She quietly sat up in bed and looked down at her arms. She traced her fingers across the smooth, scarless surface. She just sat there, silently staring at her pale, perfect skin. Springtrap shifted beside her, and she turned to look at him. He was still unconscious, it seemed. She leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the forehead, then snuck out of bed towards the closet. Vanny carefully crept across the floor, making sure to avoid stepping on any part of the floor that creaked. She made it over to the closet without a single noise, then opened the door slowly; not wanting to wake Springtrap. She stared inside at the two empty suits. Her own was right beside William's old one; smiling and waiting for the next time Vanny drug it out to play. Vanny lingered in the doorway for a long moment before walking inside. She stared down at her suit's pretty white fur and the brown spots that she'd carefully designed long ago. She quickly overlooked it, however, and turned to grab a tub of fabrics from one of the shelves above where many of William's old clothes hung.
The tub was pulled into her arms, and then she exited the closet.
Springtrap didn't wake as Vany snuck out of the bedroom and down the hall.
She made her way into the living room with groggy, worn-out steps.
Vanny hadn't been getting much sleep since that night she had crept into the basement.
There was so much to think about; there was too much to worry about.
Her life had been an insane roller coaster up until this point, and she knew it was only going to continue to change. Nothing ever stayed the same for long, not even her.
Vanny pulled out some of her fabric, selecting sparkly pinks and purples for her little project. She had made plenty of vests before, so this wouldn't take too long. She would be back in Springtrap's arms before sunrise. Vanny turned to her sewing machine with a yawn.
She really needed to fix her sleep schedule…
Springtrap's eyes fluttered open as sunlight shone in through the window. The robot let out a small groan and lifted his hand up to shield his eyes from the light. Even after being out of the darkness of Freddy's for months, being woken up every morning by Vanny or the sunlight was otherworldly. He wondered sometimes if he hadn't been hallucinating all of this.
Vanny reached up and wrapped her arms around him with a tired hum. His movements had woken her, and he could tell just by how reluctant she was to wake up that she had stayed up after they had gone to bed. He was well aware that she had been sneaking off in the dead of night, but he hadn't brought it up. He could faintly hear her using her sewing machine in the living room whenever she accidentally woke him at night, and though the sound didn't disturb him, Vanny's lack of sleep did.
She wasn't taking proper care of herself very well. He had to keep reminding her to eat, and she wasn't sleeping much at all. Springtrap watched the woman beside him as she sucked in soft, gentle breaths. Her eyelids were shut, and she looked at peace. He wanted to get out of bed and start the day, but he didn't dare wake his little doe. Unlike humans, robots didn't actually need sleep; he only slept so that Vanny would have someone to cuddle up to at night. He gently raised his clawed hand to rest behind Vanny's head and held her for a while, just watching her sleep with a content gaze. He let Vanny sleep in, even though he knew she would scold him for it later. She always wanted to get an early start every morning, even if there was nowhere to be.
Back when William was alive and had a job to go to, he would get up early in the morning so that he could spend time with Vanny before he had to drag himself out into public; smiling and greeting ex-parents who had unknowingly suffered a great loss at his hands. Nobody recognized him, though. He was far too different in appearance back then, and 'Dave Miller' was just a humble man who liked the simple things in life, even if he was a little odd at times.
Springtrap hadn't set foot in town since he'd fallen victim to this suit, and he didn't intend to ever do so. He was technically, legally, still someone else's property. Vanny would no doubt be accused of theft, and it would end with the rabbit disemboweling someone to keep her out of being handcuffed. He had his doubts that Vanny wanted to hurriedly pack their things and move, especially considering they no longer had a car to drive. He had kept pushing for her to get a new one to save herself the bike rides into town, but she had refused. She had always been an annoying, stubborn little thing.
William loved her, though. She had taken his hand and committed atrocity after atrocity with him, after all. Nobody else had ever had the guts to do that with him.
Vanny eventually woke, and her tired green eyes met the monster's in front of her.
She smiled softly and raised her hand up to hold the side of the rabbit's cheek.
"Good morning…" Springtrap greeted her in a soft, low voice. Vanny smiled and pulled herself closer to him, snuggling into his fur that the sun had been so kind as to warm for her.
"Have any interesting dreams?" He asked as he shifted on the bed to hold her better.
"None that I can recall, no." She replied with a tired yawn.
Springtrap let her cling to him for a while before making a move to get up. There were no protests from Vanny as he sat up and stretched his legs out. His black claws extended as he stretched, and Vanny briefly wondered how bad the wounds would be on someone if he got ahold of them in a position where kicking them would be easy. Vanny had been attacked by a neighbor's cat as a kid. It had latched onto her arm and kicked with its back feet, clawing the hell out of her. Granted, Vanny had been a little too rough with poor little Molly unintentionally, considering she was a toddler. Molly had been fine, but Vanny had been traumatized.
Vanny didn't even know what death was back then. It was weird to her that such a time had ever existed. She watched as Springtrap's claws vanished back into the fur that covered his toes.
He had noticed her staring but didn't bother to question her. Vanny was a very observant woman; she would often space out and stare at things, lost in thought. He was used to it.
"What were you making last night?" He asked as he got out of bed. When he stood, he didn't shake or struggle to keep his balance. Vanny blinked as she was pulled out of her thoughts.
"Mm?" She hummed with a confused shake of her head.
"Why were you up so late last night?" The rabbit questioned. Vanny stared at him for a long moment like a deer caught in the headlights.
"A vest." She replied honestly. Springtrap cocked his head to the side with interest.
"For?" Vanny pulled herself out of bed and stood, walking past the robot without a second glance. "Myself." She replied as he trudged down the hall. Springtrap trailed behind her, making his way to the kitchen at a much slower pace than Vanny kept. He watched her make her way over to the cabinets and open one up. A bag of raisin bagels were quickly snatched out and thrown carelessly up onto the counter. Bagels with cream cheese were one of Vanny's favorite breakfast foods… That and waffles.
Springtrap sat down at the table. He barely even noticed the way the chair protested and groaned under him anymore. As long as he didn't move around too much, he was confident that it would hold him. He looked over at the spring lock suit that was sitting beside him. It grinned at him with its horrifying, toothless smile. He hadn't bothered to add teeth to the thing; Vanny wanted to add them whenever she gave the trap its outer layer.
"Do you think that Snare here wants something to eat?" He asked Vanny with an amused chuckle. Vanny turned back to look at him, halting the smearing of her cream cheese across the bagel in her hands.
"Snare?" She questioned with a puzzled look on her face.
"Yeah, he's going to be a trap for that Dunn pig." He explained with a pleased hum.
Vanny eyed him, then the suit, then turned back to her bagel. Snare…
"What's with you giving every one of these death suits a dark name?"
Springtrap let out a small scoff and shifted in his chair; even though Vanny's back was turned, she knew he was moving because of the way the wooden chair was creaking.
"Fine, then you name it." He shot back. Even though the rabbit wasn't actually mad at her, the tone in his voice let Vanny know that he was a little unhappy.
"I didn't say I didn't like it." Vanny hummed as she turned around to face him.
The woman leaned against the counter as she took a bite of her bagel.
"Snare has a nice ring to it." She admitted with a soft smile. Springtrap's ear perked up slightly. He was a little taken back that she actually felt that way, but he could tell that she wasn't lying.
"Who are we using it on after Dunn?" The golden rabbit asked with a wide, toothy grin.
Vanny paused. She didn't have an answer to that, but the thought of cleaning up human remains out of the suit made her lose interest in her bagel.
"Who do you want to use it on?" She asked as she abandoned the half-eaten mess of cream cheese on the kitchen counter. Springtrap was silent for a long moment, then spoke.
"Clay." He laughed darkly. Vanny hesitantly nodded, then turned back to start making her coffee.
It seemed that Snare would be of great use to both of them…
"Could you help me move… Snare into the shed after I eat?" She requested.
Springtrap turned his head to stare at the suit for a second. While he could easily carry it to the shed, he had expected her to want to finish it inside of the comfort of the house.
"I don't want to use it inside," Vanny began to explain as she pulled her favorite mug from the cabinets. Springtrap nodded and stood with a small exhale.
"Cleaning blood off the concrete in the shed will be a whole hell of a lot easier than the floors in here." She finished with a tired yawn. Springtrap towered over the suit and glared down at it with an unreadable expression.
He was going to enjoy watching someone else fall victim to his horribly flawed design.
It had been unfortunate when some of his employees had died inside of his creations, but this time, it was planned. This suit was made to kill, and William was proud of Vanny for thinking of such a horrible way to punish those that had hurt her.
"You don't want to give this place a little color?" He asked her with a simper.
Vanny glanced over her shoulder and shot him a dirty look.
"I'll pass."
The suit had been tightly locked in the shed after breakfast, and Vanny had elected to take a day off. She had insisted on doing something fun, but when they were limited to the confines of their yard and the house, there wasn't too much to do. Sure, they could slip into the woods at that incircled their yard, but there wasn't much to actually do inside of it.
Springtrap had been on the verge of suggesting that they lure a child into their grasp, but having a child vanish right before an officer would have raised more red flags than they needed.
"What would you do for fun?" Vanny asked from where she was sitting on the living room floor.
Springtrap was sprawled out on the couch, gazing up at the ceiling as his legs hung over the arm of the couch. He was swinging them back and forth lazily; attempting and failing to keep himself entertained. The rabbit turned and looked over at Vanny.
"Not much, really. Watching the mold spread was my favorite pastime."
Vanny rolled her eyes and laid down onto her side to look at him better.
"No, really. Surely there was something you did to pass the time?"
"Sleep." Springtrap huffed. "She typically only came after me if I was being particularly loud."
Vanny didn't need to ask who 'she' was. They had discussed that horrifying doll enough that Vanny knew who Will was referring to when he simply said 'she'.
"So I slept as much as I could." He explained with a bored look on his face.
"Once they opened up that safe room, she had complete access to harass me physically. Somehow, she had abilities that the others didn't."
Vanny listened in silence; enthralled and sucked into William's little story.
"By the time you got there, Puppet was the only physical one left besides me. Those other kids were just clinging to the only two forms they had known. They could shift between looking like their old mechanical prisons or a late stage of their little corpses."
"So they weren't real…" Vanny quietly said to herself. She knew that he had told her exactly that on the night she had come to free him, but hearing it again was somewhat of a comfort.
"They were, but they weren't." Springtrap corrected her. Vanny did her best to hide her confusion as she rolled over onto her stomach. It wasn't even dinner time yet, and she was exhausted. Laying around and doing nothing probably wasn't helping her stay awake, honestly.
Vanny didn't bother to turn look at Will as she drowsily spoke. "The fox grabbed me, though."
"Mangle?" Springtrap asked, to which Vanny gave a sleepy nod.
"I don't know exactly how much the others could do, but the Puppet was the only one who could physically hurt me. The others could touch you, but nothing too serious from what I ever experienced." If the phantoms had been able to hurt him, he was certain they would have torn him to shreds while dragging him into that inferno.
Vanny looked over at Will with a sympathetic expression. "She hurt you?"
A sudden, harsh laugh filled the small space, and it was the same creepy robotic one that Vanny had now grown used to. She quietly wondered if he had any control over how mechanical his voice came out at times. "How do you think I lost this ear?" He questioned as he wiggled the half-missing stump as if to prove his point. Vanny gave him a sympathetic glance, then pushed herself up to sit.
"Can you still feel pain in that suit?" She asked with a soft, tender gaze.
"To a degree," he hummed. "On my fur? No. The actual mechanical parts seem to be a different story, though." Vanny nodded slowly and averted her gaze.
"Speaking of fur," Springtrap muttered as he shifted around on the couch; searching for a new comfortable position. "You're sure you don't want any more help with making that deathtrap's costume?" Without hesitation, Vanny shook her head no.
"I can handle it." She assured him. "I think it would be better if you see it all at once, anyway."
Springtrap nodded in understanding. He used to get very nervous when people watched him work on his robotics, so he understood where Vanny was coming from. He just hoped she wouldn't spend too much time in the shed; it wasn't heated, and he was afraid she was going to get sick. Vanny stood slowly and stretched with a groggy grunt.
"Movie?" She asked with a content smirk. Springtrap nodded without hesitation.
Vanny woke up at around four in the morning that night. Her body ached from sleeping in such an odd position on top of Springtrap, but otherwise, she felt fine. The desire to snuggle up to Will was there, but the desire to sleep wasn't. Her hands ran down the rabbit's stitched up chest, then stopped at his abdomen. The night was calm and still; there wasn't a single sound other than the faint chirping of crickets outside. Vanny sat in the darkness on top of the rabbit, watching as his chest rose and fell gently. Vanny stared down at him as a mixture of emotions filled her. William was right under her, content and peaceful. He was clean, fixed, safe, and loved…. So… why did she feel she was failing him?
She slowly ran her fingers across his soft fur. The feeling was a soothing comfort to her, and she found herself relaxing a little. Her throat still felt tight, though. She still felt an ache in her heart and the lingering anxiety over her own mortality creeping up on her. She brushed her cheek across the rabbit's chest fur as she slowly removed herself from atop him.
The floor was cold under her feet when she stood, but she ignored the way it made her shiver.
Her time needed to be spent preparing their trap; there was no point in sleeping when she wasn't tired. Vanny wasn't aware of it, but Springtrap had woken the moment she pulled away from him. One of his eyes were barely open, watching as she crept away towards the kitchen.
He knew that she was sneaking out to the shed to stay up all night, but he didn't make a move to stop her. He had slipped away from her in the dead of night many years ago; the difference now was that he knew Vanny was coming back. He didn't bother to stop her; he knew where she was going, and he knew she would be safe.
Vanny made her way through the kitchen, light on her feet just like she always was.
The tiles of the kitchen floor were ice-cold; much colder than the wooden floor in the living room.
The night was cold and the air pouring in from the kitchen window was fresh; it smelled like rain and mud. The chill in the air had Vanny regretting leaving Springtrap's warm, welcoming fur. She would return to him before the sun came up, though… She just needed a little time to work on it, then she would go right back to sleep as if she had never left. Vanny slipped a baggy hoodie on that was hanging on the back of one of the kitchen chairs. Her boots, which were caked in mud and grass, were sitting by the sliding glass doors. With a small intake of breath, Vanny peered out through the glass panes and into the dark, still yard.
Snare wasn't going to build itself.
Vanny shifted and turned on the couch in a futile attempt to stay asleep.
Her stomach growled and ached, preventing her from staying asleep. Breakfast was calling her- or by now, it was most likely lunch. Springtrap had slipped off some time during the early morning, leaving Vanny securely tucked in a blanket before he departed. The lack of his big, fuzzy body against hers was the first thing she noticed upon drifting awake, and it was enough to terrify her. The woman shot up, stumbling off of the couch with shaky legs and a pounding heart. One quick glance into the kitchen told her exactly where her giant bunny had gotten to. The golden furball was lying on the back porch, curled into a ball and basking in the sun. Vanny sucked in deep, shaky breaths, attempting to calm herself enough to try and go back to sleep. As much as she would have liked to, clinging to William every moment of her life wouldn't have been very appealing to him. He loved her, yes, but just like Vanny needed to finish the spring suit alone, William deserved time to himself as well. He had been deprived of sunlight for nearly a decade, so she would allow him to slip away early in the morning to enjoy the sunlight every morning if he wanted to. Vanny wasn't going to say a word or stop him. She couldn't have really stopped him even if she wanted to, anyway.
Her brown hair was a mess of frizzy, split ends and tangles. It stuck up in odd directions and was overdue for being washed. Vanny hesitantly began to lay back down on the couch after shooting one last glance to the animatronic out on the porch. She needed to make sure he was still there. Even though Vanny knew that he wouldn't be leaving her again, the fear of him vanishing still lingered. With an exhausted huff, Vanny plopped back down onto the couch so that she was lying on her stomach. The lingering warmth on the surface of the cushions did little to soothe her back to sleep. She was tired, yet her body resisted sleep. Her heart was still thumping in her chest, and she knew that lying around trying to sleep would be completely and utterly pointless. Now was as good a time as any to start the day, she supposed. Vanny pulled herself back to her feet and wandered into the hallway towards the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would help her wake up a little more and calm down.
As soon as she set foot in the bathroom, a pain in her stomach reminded her that she had neglected to eat breakfast. Food could wait, though. Her clothes were carelessly discarded onto the floor and her bare skin was exposed to the chilly air.
Vanny turned the shower on and stood outside of it for a moment, allowing the water to warm.
When the bathroom was steamy, she climbed inside and pulled the curtain shut. The water felt heavenly on her skin, and she found herself melting into the feeling. Time had lost all meaning in here, and she was simply enjoying the warm embrace of the water.
Vanny felt completely at peace with everything for a brief period of time; the outside world didn't exist; it was simply her and the warm water that was washing away the dirt and grime that clung to her skin and hair. The sound of soft footsteps coming down the hall grabbed her attention, and she opened her eyes slowly. The shadow of a tall, floppy eared figure lingered on the other side of the shower curtain. Despite his best efforts, William simply couldn't sneak around in this new body like he used to be able to in his old one. Being silent in a one hundred and fifty-pound human body was much easier than trying to keep quiet in a bulky, heavy machine.
"Can I help you?" Vanny called out with a cheerful hum. An ear to ear smile was plastered to her face, and if Springtrap saw it, he would have melted. One of the rabbit's paws raised up over the shower curtain, waving around a bottle of shampoo. "Do you need some help?" He chuckled lowly. Vanny peeked around the shower curtain to meet his gaze, clinging to the curtain with dripping hands.
"I don't know, are you going to clog the fucking drain again?" She fired back with a glare.
Vanny was well aware that clogging the drain hadn't been his intent and she had been the one to push for him taking a bath, but tormenting him over the ordeal was still entertaining.
"Move," Springtrap growled as he pushed the curtain back to step inside of the shower.
"You're unclogging the drain," Vanny muttered under her breath as she stole the shampoo from his grasp.
Three days. That was all it took for her to complete the spring lock suit after the mechanics were out of the way. Vanny stared at the soft fur that hid the sharp insides of the future coffin.
It was silky and smooth, and as she ran her fingers across it, the feeling brought both a sense of dread and of relief. It was ready, but she wasn't. The suit grinned at her, waiting for a victim to slip inside and meet their slow, agonizing death. William would be proud when he saw the final product; Vanny just knew it. The woman shifted her weight from foot to foot, staring at the work she had done. She felt proud, yet hesitant. While she had a pretty good feeling that William would like it, she wasn't completely certain. He had liked her old rabbit suit she had made before, so this shouldn't be any different… Right? He would like whatever animal she had made this trap to be. It would be stained with blood at the end of the week anyway; Tomorrow night.
There was a distant roll of thunder that made Vanny's stomach drop. The storms were supposed to pass them by that night, but she still felt a little anxious about how close they were. She loved the sound of thunder, yet today it only seemed to be worsening her anxiety.
It was only about noon, and she knew well enough that Springtrap was probably already up and lying out on the porch or nosing through something that he once wore when he was alive.
There was very little to do while he was cooped up in the house, so Vanny couldn't say that pilfering through clothes that he previously fit into wasn't more exciting than lying around and watching TV all day. Vanny sucked in a breath and lifted her chin up. She was going to remain confident, and she was going to make William proud. Both of her hand's cupped the suit's face, feeling along the fur. It was a beautiful suit, and Vanny felt a little more content with how the following day would play out. She took a few steps backward, eyeing it with a confident, melancholy smile.
Springtrap, just as she had suspected, was on the porch. He wasn't relaxed and curled up, though. His legs dangled off the side of the old, wooden porch. The white paint was peeling, exposing the wood underneath. Thankfully, a treeline shielded any passerby from seeing the rabbit from the road. The entire yard was his to explore; nobody would see him, and nobody would ever disturb him again. The back porch was one of his favorite places to linger, it appeared. If he wasn't on the couch or in bed, he was usually out on the porch. He refrained from sitting on any of the wicker furniture on the front porch, though; it would shatter under his weight. Big, fluffy ears perked up and wide, curious eyes locked onto Vanny as she slipped out of the shed. She carefully pulled the door shut, then began making her way through the yard towards the rabbit. He could easily tell by her smile and the bounce in her step that things were going well. She really could be too adorable for her own good sometimes.
"I take it your little sewing project is going well?" Springtrap inquired with a toothy grin.
Vanny nodded enthusiastically and clutched her hands together as she made her way up to the porch. She hopped up onto it and sat beside him effortlessly. There was no sign of the sun; the daylight had been blocked out by dark, grey rain clouds.
"I'm nearly done…" She said with a gentle look in her eyes. Springtrap smiled and rubbed his thumb on her cheek in a brief show of affection.
"Good." He purred. Butterflies fluttered in Vanny's stomach at the praise, and she found herself scooting closer to the bigger being. She leaned against his shoulder as they both gazed out at the clouds. Despite her exhaustion, there was still a faint, ever-present excitement bubbling up inside of her. It made her want to bounce her leg and move; she needed to move around.
Springtrap looked over at her with a raised brow; curious as to what had suddenly gotten her so excited. Was it just over the suit, or had something else overcome her?
"Dance with me." She pleaded again with desperation in her eyes. She shuffled away from him and stood to her feet, ignoring the way the old boards squeaked under her feet. Springtrap blinked and stared at her hand as she extended it to him, then up to her face. She looked like she was waiting for him to say yes to a marriage proposal, yet William couldn't find it in himself to give in to her request. He shook his head, declining her offer.
"I'm not in the mood, Vanny. You know I hate dancing." He huffed.
Vanny pulled her hand away like she'd been burnt and her smile slowly faded.
"You're a robot made to sing and dance, William. Dance with me."
"I'm not my skin." He grumbled with a distasteful flick of his half-missing ear.
"I'm serious, Vanny. Drop it. I'm not in the mood." There was no real anger in his voice; only slight irritation. Vanny looked out across the yard, searching for something to distract herself. She wanted to go off on him and throw a tantrum as a toddler would. Vanny was above that, though.
While she had certainly been less hesitant to torment and get angry at William after he had returned, she had never snapped at him. She had developed anger issues in the time she spent secluded from the world, but having William come back into her life only to deny her the simple things she had craved upset her. After spending years crying, it seemed that anger was taking root in its place. She still loved William, and she would always respect and care for him, but a part of her had grown bitter. It wasn't like she was asking for him to kill somebody for her, which she knew he would be much more willing to do than share a simple dance with her.
Another roll of thunder pulled Vanny's attention completely away from trying to convince the rabbit to dance with her, and she instead stormed into the kitchen. She didn't have time for this. She was hungry.