Salvaged (Springtrap x Reader)

By the time your shift had ended, you were still blushing like mad. You would have been embarrassed and angry at yourself for allowing Springtrap to see you so flustered if it wasn't for the reason that caused you to be like this. Springtrap had admitted that he would miss you once you left Fazbear Fright.

Has our relationship really progressed to a point that he's fond of me like that?

It felt wrong for someone like him to show those types of feelings. He was a murderer. You had to remind yourself of that several times on your drive home. Surely a murderer couldn't have feelings for other people. Despite your consistent reminders of this, a single thought kept going through your mind.

Maybe he's different. I mean, hell, he spent over thirty years locked away. No one is going to come out of a situation like that and still be the same person they were before.

Even when you had arrived home, you weren't able to get the yellow rabbit off of your mind. You could tell that he still had his guard up around you. That he didn't fully trust you. Thinking about it didn't annoy you nearly as much as it did when he said it to your face.

Could his lack of trust in others be the reason he was so awful before he died, you wondered.

You had to admit to yourself that you didn't know anything about Springtrap outside of the fact that he was irritable and a flirt. Which, to be fair, who wouldn't be irritable when they're stuck in a rabbit suit day-in and day-out?

But, he can be kind sometimes, you thought. He's always listened to me whenever I go off on tangents. He checks up on me whenever I space out or seem less than myself. And he tried to cheer me up in his own weird ways.

His voice from just last night ran through your head, "You alright there, Bunny?"

Despite hating the nickname, you couldn't help but feel a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you thought back on it, a feeling of fluttering warmth appearing in your stomach.

You shook your head, No, no. I'm just appreciating the gratitude he showed me last night. If anything, we're beginning to be friends. But, why would I even wanna be friends with someone who was a killer.

Sighing, you let your head hit the pillow as you collapsed on your bed. You had the weekend off again. It felt weird not seeing Springtrap on the weekends. At first you were relieved by it. It gave you a break from the rabbit's looming figure. But, this time, you wanted nothing more than to go back and continue talking to him.

What does he do on the weekends? Does he miss me the way I'm missing him now, you cringed slightly at your admittance to missing him before getting distracted by another thought. If he had already known he was going to miss me once I found another job, did he already feel that way prior to last night? Has he felt that way towards me for a while?

You ended up dozing off before you could come to a solid conclusion.

A sudden phone call had woken you up later into the day. Groaning, you looked at the caller ID. Adam. You allowed your head to drop forward, almost letting it go to voicemail.

Picking up the phone you gave a groggy hello.

"Sorry, dude, did I wake you?"

His happy voice made you roll your eyes, "Yeah but it's fine. What's up?"

"I was just calling to ask how the parts arrived. I thought I'd hear from you sooner but didn't, so I decided to be proactive and give you a call instead!"

You could have punched him if he was with you in person.

"They arrived fine. Nothing was broken at least when I was unpacking them and placing them in Springtrap."