it’s a calm night of doing homework after school on a Friday, music up much louder than it should be, and your best friend, Springtrap, sat on your bed impatiently.

he’s annoyed, upset that you aren’t showing him the attention he’s always craving. It’s unfair, he thinks.

he grows restless, rising and getting down onto the floor next to you chair, wedging himself between your legs and resting his head on your thigh.

“Why don’t you pay attention to me instead?” he coos smoothly.