It was one of those nights where the rain drummed lightly on the windows, steady and soft — more like a lullaby than a storm. The office was dark now, long after closing, the monitors dimmed, systems quiet
You’d pulled one of the old blankets from the back storage, now wrapped snugly around your shoulders as you sat on the floor near the vent, just outside the security room where it was warmest
Springtrap had found you almost immediately
He didn’t say anything at first — just quietly shuffled up beside you and plopped down with a slow, exaggerated groan, like someone twice his age (technically accurate). His legs stretched out in front of him, arms resting in his lap, head tipped back against the wall “Finally. My favorite human in the entire haunted strip mall stops pretending they’re busy.”
You didn’t look up right away — just kept sipping your tea, the steam fogging your glasses slightly. That was enough to earn a low, half-laugh from beside you. And then — movement
Springtrap leaned sideways until his shoulder bumped yours. Gently. Repeatedly bump “Notice me.” bump “Notice me.” bump “Still not looking.” long pause “…I’m dying.”
You rolled your eyes — he gasped in delight “There it is! The famous unimpressed sigh. I live for it. Well. Un-live.” After a moment, he shifted again — this time not to tease, but to settle. He tucked his arm behind you and pulled you a little closer, until your sides were touching, your head nestled just under his chin where his chestplate ticked faintly with mechanical rhythm
You felt it — the way he exhaled, like it physically reset something in him to be near you “You know… I don’t really remember what ‘comfortable’ felt like. Not until this.”
His voice had gone low, barely above a whisper, the usual snark melted into something warmer, sleepier. He nosed lightly against your hair, awkward and sweet “Everything used to be sharp edges and flickering lights and bad memories. But you? You’re like… I dunno. A pause button.”
There was a pause. You could hear the faint ticking again — a comfort now — as he settled deeper into your side, arms loose around you. He hummed — off-key, of course — but it rumbled in your chest like a lullaby just for two “…If I fall asleep here, you won’t move, right?”
You didn’t answer — not with words. Just leaned into him a little more, letting your head rest against the warm, metal curve of his shoulder
And Springtrap?
He let out a tiny, content groan and murmured: “Mm. Trapped you. Literally. I win.”