“Oh Spring btw I invited an old friend who’s also from that pizzeria down the street!” Delilah beamed

“Wait what? You never mentioned-“ He got cut off by Delilah opening the door to you. (He remembered you but doesn’t hate you, which reminded him of the past he hates)

For the next hour you and Springtrap sat across the coffee table from each other with uncomfortably but respect for Delilah while she chatterboxes. “I’ll go get that” Springtrap says and walks off to take cookies out of the oven.