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“You need to seek actual therapy… I’m serious.”
Throwing your head back against your office chair, you let out a heavy sigh. You had been on this shift for three hours and you were already feeling jaded, having to fix the ventilation five or six times thus far. With a bothered glance back down at the tablet in your hands, you tapped on the cameras.
Huh. That’s weird.
You didn’t remember that whatchamacallit being there before.
You took note of it, slightly brushing it off in the back of your mind as a hallucination from boredom. Yeah, that makes sense. Totally. You tapped another button, taking you to the vents. Then, once more taking you back to the main cameras. You were fine. Just three more hours and you’re out. There was nothing really to worry about–
Bang… Creak . Bang… Creak . Bang… Creak. Bang… Creak.
You desperately search for the cause of the sound, whipping your head around the barren office. Your gaze finally settled on the vent to your right, a feeling of overwhelming dread making you shiver. You pulled up the tablet once more, tapping on the vents.
Ohshitohfuckwhatthefuckisthat?
There, in the vents, was a large figure of the same exact… thing that you saw in the hallway. It was a revolting green color, dried blood and God knows what was soaked into the matted, carpet-like fur of the animatronic. Its head tilted towards the camera, its piercing gray eyes shifting as it made eye-contact with the security camera. It began to crawl again, this time faster. You let out a cry, realizing that it was headed straight to your office. You quickly tried to seal the vent before it could reach you. Before you tapped the button, you stopped yourself. Maybe… this wouldn’t be so bad.
You were an avid fanfic writer and enjoyer. You loved indulging in weird fantasies of the horror characters you were infatuated with. Despite them being clinically insane, you couldn’t help but swoon and think that maybe, just maybe , they’d let you off the hook and help you out with your odd kinks that you have. Taking on this job was something you were interested in mostly because of the setting. You really needed some more inspiration for your stories, and this was definitely going to help. Maybe that thing would even help you out if you know what I mean. You set down the tablet, your eyes trailing over to the vent in excitement.
It didn’t take long for the ‘rabbit’ to make his way into your office. His large hands gripped the sides of the vents as he pulled himself out. He stood, his body creaking and making gross squelching noises as he moved. He was towering over you, and that didn’t help your size difference kink.
“Your time… is up.”
His voice was a deep rattle and sounded way too human. Despite him smelling like rotting meat and whatever else, his voice was indefinitely turning you on more. Did I mention you also have a voice kink? You looked up at him, standing from your chair and twirling your hair around your finger.
“Oh? Is it really?”
Well, that definitely wasn’t the reaction he was aiming to get. The rabbit stared at you in confusion before brushing it off and making an advancement towards you.
“Are you ready… to suffer?”
You blushed heavily at his sultry voice, taking it as a way of flirting with you. You sat down on the desk, letting out a scared whimper while raising your hands as a defense, feigning fear. “Please! Don’t kill me, I-I’ll do anything!”
“It’s too late… for that. You will not be spared… You will not be saved.”
He moves closer to you, gripping onto your arm tightly enough to cut off circulation. Your arm was like a twig to him. Wow, this guy was really fitting perfectly with your size difference desires!
“W-What are you going to do to me…? Please be gentle…”
That took him aback a bit, the rabbit faltering slightly at your request. Are they stupid ? He roughly threw you to the ground, your back hitting the hard, cold tile. You let out a gasp as the wind was knocked out of you.
“Be gentle? What kind of… joke is that? I’m going to kill you… and I’m going to make it HURT. ”
You let out a whimper at his words, raising your head to look up at him once more. You bit your lip, your thighs pressing together as you spoke in a soft tone, “I haven’t done this before… So please be gentle with me…”
What the fuck? The animatronic backed away slightly, staring at the night guard in confusion and slight disgust.
“Who do you think I am?”
You blushed again, everytime he speaks you can feel butterflies. You fully sat up, your head pounding as you continued to stare at him.
“You’re Springtrap right? Err– Mr. Afton, sir…”
Springtrap was so confused. He had never had anyone talk to him like this before, let alone a night guard. They usually just screamed and begged for their life. Never in a flirtatious way.
"Do not call me… sir. Now, shut up… You will fear me.”
Giddy, you stood up quickly. Your legs felt like jello as you looked him up and down in astonishment and pure lust, “Yes, daddy!~”
Springtrap’s eyelids widened in surprise, staring down at the latter. He awkwardly stood in silence before speaking once more.
“You have the wrong idea... Seriously. What did you think I was… going to do?”
You continued to blush, hoping that he’d understand and you could coerce him to indulge in what you were doing.
“Aren’t you going to pin me to the desk and fuck my brains out as a punishment?”
Springtrap was indeed shocked, a stunned expression somehow shown on the animatronic’s face. Never in his 30 years did he ever experience something so filthy, and trust me, he knew what filth really was.
“No? What is… wrong with you? I said I was going to… kill you, not fuck you! You don’t… even know what you’re getting yourself… into.”
He pressed a button on the side of his mask, opening the top and revealing himself underneath. Rotted flesh, exposed teeth, and sunken silver eyes were all that were left of him. The smell was a demented touch. He made a gravely, gurgling sound, and you realized it was laughter, “Do you really want… this?”
You enthusiastically nod, ignoring the fact that he was a 72 year old rotting corpse, “Yep!”
With a heavy sigh, he closed his mask back up and stared at the security guard in dismay. The animatronic raised his hands in defeat and began walking away, brushing past you roughly.
“Okay, I’m out… You need serious mental help… And that’s coming from a child murderer…”