Cleaning day...

You and Springtrap were roomates, and of course, you had to basically care for him. You didn't really know what he was, but you knew one thing-

he had the odor of a dead man..

so, of course, being the good roomate you are, you clean him every week. And today was one of those days.

Springtrap sat in the watery-soapy filled bathtub, ears twitching as you scrubbed his back

"could you be the slightest more careful-!?"

he grumbled out, his voice a growl of sorts, but you got used to it.