A.N. – A second chapter to give you insight on whether or not I should continue this little tale. I suppose I should warn you now,
This story will be DARK. If you are easily offended, leave.

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Peyton's P.O.V.
Dylan and I turned back and headed to the office, where we had some small talk. You know, 'where are you from?, 'How do you like the weather?' type of talk. After about 15 minutes, Dylan and I walked back out to the hallway in front of the office. He walked towards the door, waving over his head and slipping outside. As he left,
I said,
"Bye Dylan."
"Bye Dylan."
My skin went pale. My heart froze. I almost passed out right there from the sheer weight of the fear that was webbing in my veins.
Slowly, carefully, and in disbelief, I turned around.
There I saw, Springtrap with that horrible grin, waving his arm goodbye at the closed door, now staring down at me.
I inched back, my legs screaming with the urge to run out the door. Springtrap clicked his jaw, slightly opening and closing his mouth quickly. He slowly returned his arm to his side, and eyed me up and down.
Seconds passed. He was waiting for me to respond, like a cat waiting for the mouse to start the chase.
"H-Hi Springtrap," I whispered, trying to swallow this fear.
Springtrap hummed in response, closing his eyes. It almost looked like he rolled them, like he was smelling something irresistible.
"H-hellooo, dove. Come iiinnnnside, l-l-let's become acquainted, yes?" He turned from me and walked into the office, his weight apparent in every step.
Okay, Peyton. You have two options. You can 1) leave. You could walk out the door right now, not get paid plus be fired. You could not pay rent, and have a reputation as a walk out and spend months getting another job. Or 2) you could talk to an unsettling, horrifying animatronic rabbit for 6 hours.
My legs decided for me, and I shakily made my way to the office. Springtrap stood near the door frame as I entered, and motioned for me to sit in the office chair. I sat down and avoid all eye contact, toying with the loose strings in my jean's fabric. I could feel Springtrap's eyes burning into me, his impatience growing.
"L-look at me." He almost growled. I sheepishly meet his immense gaze, cringing under his authority.
He was silent for a fleeting moment, before speaking again. "Why do you fear me?"
His voice wasn't glitchy nor scratched, it was smooth and powerful. It took me back, and I was searching my brain frantically for a response. I didn't like this. No, I HATED this. What was he? How could this hole in the wall cheap attraction afford to keep a bot like this functioning? His AI seemed too human, and certainly not something the public should be exposed to.
"B-because you don't seem like a robot. Because you're so old and beat up looking, and haven't said more than 10 sentences to me, and they're all too deep, too human for a machine… Too advanced to be a modified party prop for children."
I stared back at him, feeling confident that I made him aware of his offenses, but it almost seemed like his permanent grin widened. He chuckled.
"Wh… What?! Why did you ask me that?!" I yelled, frustrated at his coy response.
Springtrap looked at me now, but soon fell deathly silent. His eyes locked with me for what felt like an eternity. We were in a battle. I would not let this robot walk all over me. I would not submit. I will not submit to you.
Then, softly, he twitched his ear.
I shifted in my chair as a response.
My heart was galloping, but my confidence was rising. But I couldn't blink. I needed to, but if I did, I lost.
Hold out. Hold out. Hold out. Hold out. Hold out. For fuck's sake Springtrap, look away! Hold out, hold out, hold out!
But I couldn't and I finally had to blink. Big fucking mistake.
As my eyelids closed for that brief moment, I heard Springtrap pounce. He was across the room and on top of me in a flash. He roughly snatched my arm and threw me out the chair and against the wall.
I yelped from the surprise and sudden pain, and heard him growl, "Don't whimper now, little dove. You have yet to experience true pain."
After my brain stop wheeling, I realized what was going on. I opened my eyes, and they struggled to decode all the green light in the room and bring Springtrap into focus. He had my hands pinned together above my head and the other one against my mouth. His rotted fur smelled horrible, like tainted meat and rust. His metal body was unforgiving against mine, and hurt to be so roughly pressed against. His hands gripped me too tightly and I felt my wrist and jaw screaming for release. I tried to scream, but knew it would only bring him satisfaction, and we both knew no one was coming to help me.
My only option was to look at him. Steely irises met me, and I saw only depth to them, only calculated and cold malice.
~SPRINGTRAP P.O.V.~
It was hard to control myself. It had been so long since I had engaged prey, and even then, I never did it alone. Hewas always there.
My gears and wires burned with the longing to rip into her, to watch her life ebb out of her and the light fade from her eyes. She refrained from struggling and just looked up at me. I searched her eyes for fear, and thinly veiled under her willpower, it was there.
I suppressed the orgasmic shudder tingling under my skin. It had been so long since I last took life, and it was my first time with just her. We were both virgins to such a sin in a sense, it was my first time gently plucking the vibrating strings of creation from her body, and it would be her first time entering the void.
But, if she was honoring me with my first kill, shouldn't I reward her? All those that would come after her, I would have laid already with another woman. It would be me guiding them to the River of Styx. But with her? We would find it together.
And suddenly, I looked down at my prey with new found respect. I would make the hunt a hopeful for her, I would make her feel she did all she could to preserve her life. I will make her feel she could have done no more.
"I asked you this question, dove, because I will give you a new reason to fear me. I want you to think back as time goes on, and realize how you silly you were to underestimate me."
I gently placed her back on the ground. Blood had drained from her face, and she was clearly fazed. Oh, how easy it would be to simply bash her head against the wall and enjoy her lifeblood! But, I resist and instead, tucked a hair behind her ear and caressed her face. She wasn't stunningly beautiful, or even remarkable, but she was mine.
I brushed off her jacket and straightened her dazed body. She flinched at my touch, but continued to stare through me. I turned and left her for the remainder of her shift.
I had a lot of planning to do.

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~Jordan