AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm sorry guys. I've been so busy and sick, I neglected this. I'm still pretty under the weather, but here it is. I know this is a long chapter, but it's a very important one. This story probably has 1 or 2 more left. The last bit of this chapter is a little rough, so here is your heads up.

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Who is that? It can't be-"Peyton stopped her sentence short, reminded of how she had betrayed Dylan. Springtrap's ear twitched and he opened the door, giving Peyton a light push out the room.

"It doesn't matter who it is. It's 6 AM and your shift is over. Please come back to me." Springtrap instructed her, focusing on the stranger trying to get in. Peyton continued down the hall while Springtrap stayed behind. She glanced back at him and he gave her a little wave goodbye. She turned the corner and the person had already entered the building. Snow was whipping around in the air outside and had collected inside. It was a tall man with sunken eyes and a too think frame. He looked sick. He wore a long trench coat and carried a brief case. He brushed off his shoulders and stepped into the office. Peyton followed.

"Who are you? Can I help you?" She asked.

He took his coat off and rubbed his hands together. He turned to Peyton with a dull look that he tried poorly to hide. "Yes ma'am perhaps you can. As you already know, I'm not your usual supervisor, Dylan, is it? My name is Harold; I work for Fazbear Entertainment. That was an incident earlier?"

Peyton's throat was dry upon hearing this, her guilt evident all over her face. "Y-yes, there was. I wasn't up front to witness it but I heard Dylan leave."

Harold raised an eyebrow at her confession, casting her a suspicious look. "He didn't inform you that he was leaving to seek medical attention? Where were you at the time of the incident?"

"I-I was in the back…"

"In the back?" Harold scoffed, "Doing what exactly? Your station is here in the front of the establishment."

Peyton fumbled over her words, a mouse scurrying for the nearest hole in the wall. He didn't wait for her response, the onslaught of questions continuing.

"Why is the power shut down? Are you aware it's 14 degrees outside? Are you injured? Have you been watching the camera feed at ALL? Where is the animatronic?" His tone was condescending, like he was speaking to a hard headed child. Peyton didn't get the first sentence out before something moved in the corner of her eye. Springtrap was standing outside the office, his head tilted and examining the intruder intensely. Harold's back was turned, still lecturing Peyton, who had grown deathly silent. He turned from his rant to reason why she had not answered and visibly jumped when he saw Springtrap in the window. He quickly calmed his features, eyes flickering from the frail girl and the large, brooding rabbit. Springtrap heard the endless ramble of the man, heard the venom in his words and felt something inside nudging and pressing him to defend his object of affection. He maintained his gaze with the fool, strolling into the office with the absolute dominance of a wolf. He positioned himself between them, Peyton instinctively hiding behind him.

"H-Hello, sirrrrr, I'm Springtrappp, the main att-t-traction here. How can my friendddd and I be of-f-f-f service to youuu, tonight?" Springtrap mused, with thinly veiled irritation.

Harold looked to Peyton as if to confirm she was hearing and seeing what he was, in total awe of the machinery in front of him.

He finally found his voice stuck in his throat, able to answer the robot.

"I'm here to investigate the injury report filed." He blurted out.

Springtrap nodded at this, like a person listening out of politeness and not care. "Rightttt, well sir-r-r-r, allow me to make your searchhhhh brief. I broke Dylan-n-n-n's hand. Ms. Peyton here," he threw his head in her direction, "was in the back-k-k reorganizing props when it occurred. She is NOT an eye witness."

Harold was still in shock, long after the lapin had finished speaking. Springtrap waited patiently, curious about this strange foolish human. Harold finally snapped free of his trance and pulled out his note pad.

"So can I have your official statement as to why you injured Dylan?" Harold did his best to put a threatening face, and Springtrap would have laughed if he could. What threat could come to him? Stupid humans.

"Of course… I wanted to. That's why I broke his hand." Springtrap voiced nonchalantly as if he were talking about the annoyance of the cold weather outside.

Harold brew in an audible breath at his response and scribbled at his pad before speaking again. He looked at Springtrap once more, then Peyton, and warned, "Springtrap, you obviously know bodily injury is not something we can condone. If this continues, action will be taken against you."

"Talk to your boss. I don't think he fully informed you of your job. Is there anything else, sir?" Springtrap asked, his voice velvety and sweet. Harold understood his cue, hastily grabbing his things before rushing out of the building into the chilling wind.

He turned his back and Peyton stood there, smirking with amusement.

"My hero~" she teased, pulling her keys out of her pocket.

"You're so silly, you human females are so fickle. Aren't you the same dove that I had crawling around on your hands and knees, hiding from me?" he jested, advancing on her.

"Well yeah…" she thought for a minute, before her bright smile returned, "but that was before I knew you were like me."

Springtrap's ears actually did something new, not noting his usual irritation or anticipation. They fell like a dog's, sadness touching his face.

"I am not you, and you will never be me. We are not alike."

Peyton's smiled faded at this sentence and she did not speak. She jingled her keys in her hand, sighed and touched the rabbit's arm before turning towards the broken door.

"Please let me out."

Springtrap pushed the door and it gave, despite its protest and screeching.

"Put your coat on, dove. See you tonight." Springtrap reminded her, feeling the air chill and seep into his metal frame. He would have shivered if he could. She glided past him, giving him a 'can't wait' as she left. He closed the door and looked around the now empty building.

This was when it was the worse. The period of loneliness he felt with nothing to focus on but himself. Him roaming the halls with trepidation that the voice would come back. He knew that he had made a mistake. He knew this was not going to end well. He felt an angry spark in his mechanical heart. In the beginning, the main goal was the lust of the hunt, the orgasmic conclusion of her meaningless life. Now things were getting painfully sticky, her neglected heart reaching for a love he could not provide. His loneliness craved a companion, but his vices still remain. It was hard to ignore the desire to simply murder her. He loved her in such a particular, deadly way. He was going to fail her, and she was going to die with such regret weighing on her soul for letting her guard down. Could he sentence her soul to an eternity of anger and despair, like the soul that once possessed him had endured? Was he that selfish?

He sighed. He was.

He treaded back to his safe place, ashamed of his sinful heart.

When Peyton got home, she felt like she was dragging cement blocks. She stripped her clothes piece by piece, enjoying the warmth of her home. She started her shower and climbed in, as if on auto pilot. After the shower, she fell into bed with heavy lids and drifting into a dreamless sleep.

~*~ That Night ~*~

Peyton was sitting on her sofa, eating take out Chinese, watching whatever happened to pop up on TV. She glanced at her phone, cursing to herself that it read 10:50 already. She was caught up enjoying the serenity away from Springtrap, despite their progress. She grabbed a duffel bag and gathered her projector, laptop, one bag of popcorn and turned towards her collection of movies. What movies could enlighten the beast of the softer side of things? This was crucial.

She picked The Lion King simply because it was one of her favorites, Forest Gump too, to show it was okay to be different, and a random scary movie to laugh with him about. She grew wildly excited at the responsibility of introducing Springtrap into the ways of true humanity, not through the eyes of a serial killer. She knew he would have fun, and the thought of him happy, brought a smile to her lips.

She jumped in her car and drove to work without looking back. Once she got there, however, anxiety dripped into her veins. She stepped out of her car, her breath visible in the below 20 degrees' air. She looked up at the night sky, the stars dotting the expansive sky, twinkling and shining. She wondered if Springtrap had ever since a night sky like that, or seen anything outside of a building before. After a while the chill was diminishing her endurance for wonder. She gathered her bag and made her way to the entrance. She knocked on the door, remembering that it was broken, and rocked on her heels to distract herself from the cold. After about half a minute, the door creaked and began to open. Springtrap stood at the door, his good ear fully erect as if he were excited.

"Good evening, dove. You look like a little school child in that big, poofy jacket and bag in hand." he teased. Peyton gave him a smirk and walked inside the building. She moaned at the heat that had returned in the air, closing her eyes and standing in the office to thaw. She heard Springtrap step in behind her, waiting patiently. Once she felt warm and comfortable, she turned to him.

"Thank you for returning the power," she smiled, "And as promised I kept my part of the deal." She handed the duffle bag to him.

He had trouble unzipping the bag with his large fingers but after a few times he was able to peek inside. He saw the DVDs and looked up at Peyton with a look that could only be described as a smile. A true, heartfelt smile. Without skipping a beat, he strode across the room and took Peyton up in a hug. His body was a little uncomfortable to her but she returned his affection, moved that she could have made him this happy. After a while she peeled herself from the robot and clapped her hands together.

"Okay! Shall we?" She pulled the contents out the bag and set them on the office desk. Her synced her laptop and the projector, then reached for a random movie but stopped herself. Over her shoulder she asked, "Hey, which would you like to watch first?"

Springtrap stared at the DVD covers for a long time. There was a... cat?... he knew it was an animal but he couldn't place what it was exactly. There was a boy sitting on a bench, Forest Gump? And a movie tilted Cujo, and there was a rabid dog on the cover. He didn't know where to begin.

"Give me a minute…" He answered, clearly a very important decision. Peyton just shook her head at his seriousness and grabbed the popcorn, off to the break room. After she placed the popcorn in the microwave, she turned and leaned against the counter. She studied the area on the wall Springtrap had pressed her against, where he yelled at her. Her eyes moved to the corner where she collapsed in fear. She sighed, what was she doing? She felt so conflicted, so confused. He had such a way of tapping into her emotions, making her feel such a rollercoaster. What was this? What… What were they? She didn't know.

Popcorn popped, she returned to Springtrap, who had his back to her. He turned to her, a DVD in his large hands.

"This one. I want to watch this one first." He picked Forest Gump.

"Okay," Peyton replied, looking at the movie, "that's a pretty good one. Can you turn off the hallway lights outside the office? I'm going to project the movie on the office glass."

Springtrap nodded, off to fulfill her wishes. She got the movie started and after a few moments, the lights flickered out. Her breath picked up subconsciously, and she tensed. Springtrap returned, touching her shoulder. She jumped and whipped around, eyes wide and wild.

"Calm down, dove. It's just me."

"Yeah... sorry..." she mumbled. She grabbed the popcorn as a distraction, and something ran across her mind. All of a sudden she threw her head back in laughter, as if she knew a joke that he didn't. His ear twitched at her random jump in emotions.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," more laughter, "I'm sorry… I just was going to ask you if you wanted some popcorn. You! Popcorn!" She laughed even harder, clearly very amused by this. Springtrap would have smiled at her silliness, enjoying her so carefree around him.

"Oh yeah? Well, dove, that's because I DO want some popcorn." He said, his tone matter-of-factly and playful. He snatched the bag from her, locking eyes with her. Her smile grew wider in their stare, knowing what was about to happen. Then, while still maintaining eye contact, he took a handful of popcorn and threw it in his mouth.

Peyton lost it. She began laughing so hard she was snorting, and her laugh was little a million bells to him. He loved her, he wanted to make her this happy always. In between her laughter she was trying to tell him something. "Ch— ""Che-"she chuckled at him, unable to finish the sentence.

"Chew it? Yeah I suppose I should finish my food." He opened and closed his mouth, doing it goofily so that popcorn would fall out of his mouth to make her laugh harder. It worked. She continued and eventually he started laughing too. They both shared that moment together, in real happiness for the first time in a long time. After a while, she calmed down, wiping tears from her eyes.

"Fuck Springtrap, that was hilarious, oh my god." She said, coming over to wipe any excess popcorn from his face.

"Yeah, I don't think I've experienced that before. I've never found anything funny before." He admitted, grateful to experience the moment. She smiled softly.

"I guess we better get to that movie then, huh?" She turned at started the movie up. It played on the glass pane, a new world inside theirs. They sat against the wall opposite of the glass in the office, Springtrap sitting down with his legs extended in a V, Peyton in the middle.

Peyton made effort to remain quiet and still during the movie she had seen a million times, not wanting to interrupt Springtrap's wish. Springtrap was entranced by the screen, so many thoughts going through his head. Was that what the world looked like on this outside? Humans could have disabilities? They differed? What was he felt for Peyton what Forest felt for Jenny? He thought so.

I should've worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak, she would be the last true mouthpiece.

After sitting for a while, Peyton finally got into the movie. She watched Forest hold out his ice cream haphazardly for his injured lieutenant Dan. She felt something moving in her hair, and swatted it away with her hand. It became back again after a short while, annoying and distracting her from the movie. She swatted it away, but felt the matted fur of Springtrap's fingers. She dropped her hand back down, intensely focused on his affection. He took strands of her hair in between his fingers, running his bulky hands through her hair. Eventually his hand snaked down to her back, where is his fingers drew small circles. She looked out the corner of her eye, trying to see his face. He wasn't looking at her though, he was still held captive by the movie. He was just using her like a touchstone, to ensure himself that she was still there.

The film came to its close and Peyton yawned, standing and stretching. Her bones pop and creaked, cause Springtrap's attention to jump to her achy joints.

"You sound like me."

"Yeah, except I actually work." She replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

Springtrap rose to his feet, a strange look in his eyes. He advanced on her slowly, backing her against the wall.

"Mmm," he purred," I still work. I stood up, my legs work." He pulled her against him roughly, his palm flat against her chest. She gasped in response, taken by surprise. " My arms work, I was able to push you back…" He nuzzled into her neck, forcing one knee between her legs. His hands found her waist, his fingers slowly trailing up her side and back down. Once he reached her hip bones, he slipped the tip of his index finger under her shirt, letting the cold metal of his finger trail her bare skin. She gasped loudly and she tried desperately to form words. Her head was spinning. "My hands must work too, although I think they could do a lot more than this." He teased, his voice dripping with lust. Peyton finally shook the daze off, and put a hand on Springtrap's chest, trying to push him off. He didn't budge, his fingers pawing at her torso.

"Springtrap, come on, stop." She urged. His hands were going higher.

"Springtrap, stop." Firmer now, this was getting uncomfortable.

His hands stopped moving, but he didn't retreat. "Don't you want me to play with you, dove? I would love to make you scream my name. What is love without lust?" Peyton pushed harder, desperate to create space between them.

Springtrap couldn't describe what came over him, why he craved her body so intensely. He loved her, he wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to be the reason she felt good. Her resistance on added fuel to his lust induced frenzy. He was having a hard time deciding what to do next.

Peyton was furiously trying to removing his strong hands, trying to fight the panic that was swelling in her stomach. "Springtrap, stop! I can-I can show you something else! I can take you outside!"

Springtrap instantly stopped, taken aback by her words.

"Out… outside? Really?" his voice almost broke, full of emotion.

Peyton, still wheeling from the assault, just shook her head. She fixed her ravaged clothes, pulling her shirt down more than necessary, just to be sure. She looked back at Springtrap, who looked at her pleadingly.

Had they really not taken him outside ever? It made sense since there was no real need for the animatronic to be outside, but still… to live a long life without ever seeing a single star, or feel the sunshine on your skin… it must be maddening. Her heart panged, sympathy washing away her previous fear. She felt trapped by the funneling of her life; he was trapped within walls, forced to live the same day over and over again.

She grabbed her car keys, and gentled grabbed Springtrap by his index finger, her small fingers completely wrapped around it. "Come on, bunny rabbit."

They made their way to the door, and Peyton turned to him, and he bumped into her, not realizing she stopped in his excitement. He mumbled a sorry and steadied her.

"Before we go out here… we have to a lay a few ground rules. #1, if I say come back, hide or anything of the sort, do it. I'm in charge. #2, try to stay close, it's very cold outside and if you can't walk anymore, I can't move you very far. #3 Stay away from roads, I don't want anyone to see us. You're not exactly the friendliest face, despite the smile. #4, please don't kill any animals out there." Springtrap nodded obediently. He brought a hand to her face, and looked at her as if she were a shooting star.

"Thank you, dove."

Peyton smiled, bringing her hand to rest on top of his.

"Wait here."

She opened the door, the winter air at first rough and harsh, but calming (seemingly at her presence). She fumbled to get her car key out to unlock the doors, shivering lightly. But alas, she succeeded, and managed to start the car. She turned the heater on max and the seat warmers as well. She smiled internally; she never used the seat warmers for herself, but for a robot with no nerve endings? No expense was spared.

Once the car was warm and inviting, she walked back to the building. She knocked on the door and the robot opened it for her. She held her hand out and he took it instantly, but they did not move. Eventually Peyton let his hand go and took a wide step back, before reaching out again, beckoning him. Springtrap sighed, anxiety overloading his wiring. He looked at her, her small form wrapped in a heavy snow jacket and a long scarf, she looked like she might fall over at any moment. And yet, as long as he could see her, he could keep moving. She was his North Star.

Carefully, and very slowly, he stepped out. The cold air immediately seized him, the frigid air licking and lapping at his aged joints. He felt something akin to pain, making his resolve falter. Peyton lightly touched his arm and he was reminded why he wanted to press on to begin with. She nodded at him in understanding and pointed to the car. He understood, and made the difficult effort to get to the car. They walked together slowly, arm in arm, to the sanctuary of the vehicle. After some minutes, they finished the trek and Peyton opened the back door for him. He climbed in carefully, but much too large for the car. His ear folded back against the roof of the car and it lowered with his immense weight. Peyton climbed in the driver seat, welcoming the heat to warm her frozen blood. She looked at him in the rear view mirror, almost laughing at the reality that she had a 1000-pound robotic rabbit in her car, taking him for a trip. She backed out of the lot and turned down the road.

The town was quiet, illuminated with the soft glow of the street lights. After a couple miles, Peyton turned out the radio, unsure if Springtrap had heard music outside of little pizzeria jingles. She didn't ask, and truthfully didn't want to know, selfishly basking in the thought that he hadn't and she was exposing him to something new. The trees hugged the road line, seeming to close them in, sealing them away from the rest of the world.

Once a few more miles were covered, Peyton pulled off the road to a small clearing in the trees. There was a small, rain faded sign near where she parked that indicated it was a children's park. There was a small playground with a jungle gym, slide and a swing set, accompanied by some picnic tables. The 'park' was almost like a cul de sac, with the parking lot opening into this circular park that was surrounded by trees and forestry. Peyton turned off the car and went around to let Springtrap out. He emerged and was floored by the beauty around him. The trees' branches hung low, dew weighing them down and making them shiny. The grass was soft and gently swaying in the night air. At above him, the stars dotted the sky like paint flicked from a brush. They twinkled and shone, their brilliant display captivating him. They walked into the park, and Peyton took post on one of the swings. Springtrap tried to sit next to her, but the chains snapped instantly under his weight, causing him to fall right on his 'tailbone'. Peyton once laughed like a symphony of bells and Springtrap felt like this could almost be a dream. He rose, leaving his love to her sweet laughter, while he explored as much as he could before the dream ended. He descended into the forest, the massive trees large and demanding of respect. He touched them with admiration, he had not encountered many things bigger than himself. The chorus of frogs and crickets filled his ears, and all around him he could smell the wet, rich earth.

In the distance, the snapping of branches caught his attention. A young doe was some little ways away, staring at him nervously. Almost like a small child, Springtrap hushed himself and tried to seem inviting to the deer. He could truly be himself, and happiness flooded him. And so the lapin played in the woods, as carefree and happy as Peter the Rabbit himself.

Peyton did not feel it necessary to chaperone him, she knew he needed this. And truthfully, she needed some time to think. What did she expect from this? What exactly was she doing? She didn't know; she knew that this made her happy though. Springtrap was manic and ballistic, and yet, at the root of it, she knew he was just desperate for companionship. She also knew she meant something to the rabbit, that's why she continued to breathe. She felt it when he touched her in the little moments, with the upmost respect and care. That was something she wanted to keep hidden from the world, something for just her to enjoy. He was her dirty secret, as just as much as he thought she was his, he was also hers. He was the personification of her desire to be loved. Best of all, he wasn't complicated in the sense she feared. He was not going to run off with the next girl, he was not going to stray, all he could see was her, so she was all that mattered to him. It was sickeningly selfish, but weren't they both? Did she consider it real attraction? No, of course not. He wasn't even human. But was it satisfying to the soul and something they both benefitted from? Yes. She supposed that in some sick, twisted way Springtrap was her most sinful lover. He had the power to destroy her and every night she came back for that heart racing excitement and primal satisfaction. They were in this together.

The doe was approaching, after many minutes of Springtrap remaining as still as stone. Once closer and in the light of the moon, Springtrap saw why she was so nervous. Her front left leg was lamed and unusable. She hobbled and limped, her body thin and sickly. She was malnourished and clearly suffering. She sniffed Springtrap before staring into his eyes with such an intense force that it almost made him uncomfortable. She reminded him of Peyton, such a beautiful creature, but afflicted with injury and seeking comfort from those she should stay away from. Suddenly the doe meant so much more to him, and he reached out to caress her neck. The doe flinched, appearing as if she were going to run, but thought better of it. She groaned and laid down next to the rabbit, her head in his lap. He rubbed her for a long, long time after this, staring into the stars. He imagined the doe being born, with a loving and strong herd. She played with the butterflies and squirrels that shared her home. As she grew, she went from a cute fawn to a beautiful and graceful doe. She roamed the forest almost like a ghost, quiet and tentative. Yet, she managed to step in a bear trap, destroying her leg. Now she had to slowly wither away, the butterflies and squirrels had long since forgotten her. She had to live under the shadow of night, restricted and in constant pain.

This saddened Springtrap, who was now staring at her injury with disappointment. He caressed her a few more times before sighing. The deer moaned out in pain, frustrated and dejected.

"I suppose dove is the wrong name for you, you were a fawn this whole time, huh?" he whispered to the doe, who now was struggling to get up. Springtrap cooed a 'shhhh' out into the air and pushed the doe back down. She moaned out again, but it was cut off by his hand closing down around her throat. The doe struggled under his grasp, while Springtrap looked out into the stars with apathy. After a few minutes, her struggling subsided and his grip loosening. He returned to petting her for a bit, before getting up and carrying her body to a more secluded area. He closed her eyes and placed a flower on her body.

Springtrap walked out of the forest with solemn understanding, as if he had received divine instruction. When he made it back to the clearing, he was greeted by Peyton's smiling face. He nodded at her, "Thank you for taking me out here… It means more than you know." He said.

"No problem, I'm glad I could help!" Peyton replied, happy to help him how she could.

They piled into the car, though the drive back to the building was a quiet one, Springtrap lost in thought about his own doe, her injuries and how they needed to be handled without her suffering.