Commissioned by: REpressedYouth

Writen by: ColdTofu on Fiverr

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Rating: / NSFW / touch-starved / orgasm (sorta) /

In a desperate bid to connect with Springtrap you discover there is more to him then meets the eye

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It was not the way she had wanted to do it.

She didn't want to capture him, to chain him up in the dark basement, cuffs wrapping around the half-metal half-flesh remains of his limbs.

She knew that when she came down the steps and he noticed her, silver eyes peering out from under their sockets, she deserved the hatred and fear in them.

And yet she was there to unlock him. To understand what exactly he was, how he had come to be that creature. And if indeed there was a soul somewhere under there that she could reach.

She hadn't told anyone, knowing that they would scoff and call her crazy.

And she must have been crazy, to think that she would be able to even come close to him.

"I'm sorry, for chaining you up like this," She said softly. She had donned a cloak, a hood shrouding her face in shadow. She figured the less stimulation she offered the less he would have to react to. And perhaps that would let him open up to her.

He showed no reaction to her words, eyes closed and head tilted downward. And yet from the slight whirring sound, the tiny rises and falls of his chest, she knew he was alive. Or at least, something was alive under the suit. But what...

"I've read stories about you. But those are only stories, really. No one knows. So tell me... Tell me about yourself, Springtrap."

At the sound of his name, he grunted quietly, a half-human half-robotic sound. It sent a shiver through her, hearing just how mangled his voice was. As if there was a human under there and it was clawing at the metal to be released.

"I want to know about you. I want to know what happened to you and maybe... I want to save you."

His eyes slotted open, and then blinked. The silver grew slightly more vivid as if life was being breathed into them for a moment.

And then, though his jaw didn't move one inch, a word escaped the torn fabric of his lips and it seemed to come from a hollow space inside of him. From what she would believe to be his soul, his truth.

"Leave."

The woman nearly jumped back, but she bit her lip and held her ground. He was looking at her now, unblinking. Her gaze flickered to the restraints, making sure they were still attached. Her

heart was racing in its cage and she wondered if he could hear it, if he could sense her humanity.

She took a step towards him, leaving a few feet between them. He didn't flinch, or retract. "I will not leave. Not until you talk to me. Not until I can reach you."

Did she even know what that meant? To reach him?

He closed his eyes, and tilted his head down.

She pursed her lips and risked another step towards him, aware that his neck was not restrained. Had anyone ever gotten this close to him? She had a sudden flash of fear. What if his neck came undone? What if the flesh tore and stretched as the metal rods unfolded and threw his jaw at her face and he swallowed her hole, or at least left her with a scar that would ensure she never approach him again?

She swallowed down her fear. She had to take another step. She had to show that she was not scared of him, that she did not see him as some mindless mutilation of metal and flesh.

"I'm not afraid of you," She smiled ruefully, "Maybe I should be more afraid. Terrified. I'm not nearly as broken as you but... Well I have my own scars. And that's why I want to reach you, Springtrap. I want to know you. There is something drawing me to you, I can't explain what. Since you won't come to me, I'll come to you."

She took another step and he came alive, flesh pulsing under the suit and gears groaning to hold it together. His eyes snapped open and she could feel hot air escaping his lips and he was lunging, his neck extending as far as it would. His jagged teeth scraped the air between them, just inches from her. She was gripped by fear, frozen in place and wondered if this was the end, if she would die from pure stupidity. But then, in the shadows deep inside his mouth and behind the metal wiring cutting through bits of his flesh, she could see something. It was tiny, a little glimmer but it wasn't metal and it wasn't rotting flesh. Against her better judgment, the woman leaned forward just a bit more and peered inside the jaw, searching for it again.

Springtrap's eyes widened and he growled and pulled back, throwing his head down.

The woman immediately closed the distance between them, excited breaths escaping her lips. She was smiling. "I saw that. I saw something. Don't pretend like there's nothing in there- I saw it!" She was nearly yelling, almost giddy.

He was shaking his head, bits of fabric tumbling off his torn up face. "Leave." He croaked out again, though this time his voice sounded softer slightly, as if the human inside of him was louder all of a sudden.

But she was too far in. She wanted to know more. Why had he suddenly pulled back? He must have noticed her peering in, he must have realized that she wasn't afraid. So then what was he so scared of?

"Tell me, talk to me! Please! Springtrap- I don't want to hurt you- I promise!"

His arms tightened against each other, metal rods groaning as his muscles clenched and stretched. Was he refusing her?

She grew desperate, how else could she reach him? She knew he was there, that he was inside of there. The truth of the creature known as Springtrap.

"J-Just let me- let me reach you!" She cried out, stretching her hand and her fingers brushed against a few wires extending from around his chest cavity. It was just a small touch, just the brush of his fingers and yet when she pulled away it seemed like she had stabbed him in the heart.

He was suddenly thrashing, broken screams cracking out of his jaw. The restraints tightened and chains scraped against each other as he kicked out and lunged, as if he was fighting an imaginary enemy in front of him. Fabric tore across his face, scraps falling down on the floor and she felt tears prick her eyes, panic taking her over. It pained her to see him like that, hear his screaming.

"S-Stop- I-I'm s-sorry!" She yelled, shaky hands reaching out for him, to touch him to somehow calm him down. Her fingers once again brushed against the wiring, and then he suddenly froze.

She didn't pull away this time, she kept the contact, the pads of her fingers gently pressing up against the metal.

He was watching her, his silver eyes piercing into her and she could've sworn she saw life in them. He was panting, the mascot jaw covering him had loosened and fallen just a little bit, revealing an edge of the human mouth underneath. She could see the cracked lips, but there was a pink flush to them.

"I-Is this it? I-Is it because I pulled away? I-I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- I-I won't. I won't let go."

He didn't believe her, she could tell. She heard the intake of breath, the groan and squeak of metal digging into flesh as he spoke.

"You'll. Leave."

Each word croaked out of him and was followed by a wince and she shuddered to think of the effort it took to force them out. And then the meaning of the words hit her, the fear and worry

etched into them. He was scared, she realized. He was scared that she would leave, that she would open him up and he would bleed and she would walk away, leaving him like that.

She shook her head, smiling tearfully. "I won't... I won't leave. I promise, Springtrap. I promise. Don't speak any more. It hurts you, I can hear it." Her gaze flickered down to the wiring pressed against her knuckles. She dragged a finger down along it, down over the fabric hanging off the metal and then came upon his torso. The skin was pale, having barely seen the light of day and she thought it was too sensitive to touch. Or perhaps if she touched it, it would crumble into dust. But when she cautiously brushes her finger along the skin there, it seems like came alive. He began twisting slightly, a deep moan escaping from inside of him.

"M-More..." He croaked out with that machine-like voice and she knew that he really wanted it, that he wouldn't waste breath if he didn't.

But she wanted something too. "Your name." She whispered, sliding her finger along his stomach, the dip in his belly button. She left a trail of heat on his cold pale skin and he shuddered as if it was a burning fire.

And then she flattened her palm against his stomach and she could feel him warming under her, she could feel his skin ripple and tighten. She glanced up at his eyes and then repeated, "Name."

He spoke slowly as if the word was unfamiliar to him, as if he was speaking an entirely new language and he had to sound it out.

"William."

She smiled softly, pulling her palm back slightly but keeping her fingers connected to his skin, keeping her presence known to him. "William." She said, the word flowing softly from her lips. "I'm here with you, William. I won't leave you."

He suddenly shook his head, mangled bunny ears flapping against each other. "N-No..." He rasped.

"I won't, I promise. I promise you."

"No!" He repeated, this time louder and she could hear the metal digging into his flesh, the groan that accompanied the word as he endured pain just to speak it.

What could she do? How could she convince him, how could she make him know her devotion? She looked around frantically. He was a mess of flesh and metal, and he was still afraid of her. He doubted her, she knew. He was in a limbo, unable to make a conclusion about her intentions and that terrified him. Her eyes landed on his chest cavity, on the metal wiring cutting across it but unable to hide the still heart within.

Of course it was just a collection of valves, nothing more. Yet she couldn't help but fixate on it, extending her hand past the metal wiring. Her other hand rested flat on his stomach, keeping him still as her fingers brushed along the edge of his heart.

And then, for the first time, his heart beat.

"GAH!" He cried out, throwing his head forward and his jaws just inches from her arm but he didn't make a move to attack her. He was breathing heavily, and he seemed just as shaken as his heart which was trembling slightly. And after a moment it stilled, not beating again.

Her lips were parted, eyes wide. Shivers were running through her and at any moment it felt like she would faint, she would crumple to the floor but then she was reaching through again and caressing the soft warm flesh of his heart once more. It beat again and he was once again crying out, a human voice like any other and she felt tears spill down her cheeks, a sob choking out of her.

"W-William-" She whispered.

"P-Please..." He whimpered quietly. From the flush of his skin to the heavy breathing, she could tell that he was aroused. That the emotional and physical connection he had desired was finally being granted to him. "Please!" He suddenly cried out, shoving his chest forward in a plea for more touch, to have her guide him to the only understanding he had of what pleasure meant.

She was caressing him, her fingers sliding up and down along the delicate flesh of his heart and each touch brought a beat of life to him, but they always stilled after she drew back. His skin was hot under her touch now, and she could feel him shaking under her. That brought pain with it, metal springs made to hold him inside now digging into his flesh but he never asked her to stop. He wanted it, he wanted to feel human to feel that touch.

She stroked his heart, gently massaging it as his breaths grew more shallow, as he let out whimpers and moans and she was moving closer to him. Even if she couldn't press her body against his skin she could let the metal springs and the thick fabric feel the imprint of her, feel her weight and her pressure and he would know that she was there with him. That she was bearing herself to him.

"Give in to me... Springtrap... Be with me." She whispered, words for only his ears. And then she felt his heart go completely still, even with her fingers wrapped around it. He froze, as if the life had been sucked out of him and she shook her head, blinking back more tears. "Please..." Her tears soaked his mascot suit, wetting the metal wiring and slid down from his collarbone, dripping down the emptiness in his chest and landing on his heart and like it had become his lifeblood, his heart slowly began to beat. His breaths quickened, and just as the beating increased in pace he was suddenly groaning and crying out, his skin flushed pink in arousal. She widened her eyes, blinking at him as his heartbeat reached its crescendo and he came

undone in front of her. The breath left him, his body quaked and shook. Their eyes met, he seemed to be begging her, pleading for something and then she wrapped her free hand around him in an embrace, not caring if he was sharp, not caring if she would bleed. She could feel him shudder, hear the moans reverberate through him before they sounded out in sinful tones as the last bits of release spilled out of him. His body slowly relaxed, limb by limb as his heartbeat began to slow until it fell into a steady pace.

"W-William!" She cried out with a laugh. She pulled her fingers back gingerly and his heart continued to beat, sustained by a new lifeforce. He had given in, she realized. He had accepted her, accepted her affection.

Despite being chained up, for the first time he seemed comfortable. He seemed rested. "You're... You..." She mumbled, shaking her head. She was overcome.

And then he whispered something, so quiet that she almost didn't hear it, the words almost carried away by the air.

But she could hear the sound, she could understand.

"Name." He whispered. His eyes were on her, and for the first time it seemed like he had noticed her. Seeing the way she looked, the shape of her body. And then he bowed his head, not to look away but rather an attempt to reach her, to nuzzle into her neck and she let him. He fit perfectly in the crook of her neck and she didn't dare move, didn't dare draw away. "Name," He repeated.

She smiled.

"Very well... I will tell you my name