You grab something and pull it out, not bothering to check what it might be before hand. It was a purple, rubber, human heart. Squishy and all. You look up a bit confused. You see the slight fear in almost everyone’s eyes. Except Springtrap and Golden Freddy.
You knew it’s one of them. You get nervous and scared. Freddy slowly nods, numbly, “Springtrap’s. That’s Springtraps. Closet’s over there, come on.” He guides the two of you over, he steps in first. Freddy grabs your arm before you go in, “Be careful with him ma’am, he can be... dangerous.”
You nod, “I can tell, but thanks for the warning.” You fain a smile, trying for a vote of confident. He’s not convinced, but nods anyways.
You step in and Freddy closes the door after saying, “Seven minutes and five second warning. Be here when the timers done.” He sounds almost defeated, his ears slightly droopy.
The door locks and you back into a far corner, slightly cowering. You can see him looming closer, his scars glittering in the slight light. He had scars and cuts and stitches all over his face, like he got into an accident. You feel his hand trail down the side of your face, making you flinch.
“You... you’re not Scared of me, are you?” He asks, you can feel the demon of a smile sneaking across his face.
“M-maybe. Who wouldn’t be? From your history? I know who you are Mr. Afton.” You day, bravely.
He growls, harshly bringing his lips to yours. Forcing a kiss. He breaks, “No one calls me that anymore, and for good reason.” He crashes into you again, pinning your arms above your head against the wall. At first you fight, before realizing it’s pointless. “I’m not letting you go until I’m done.” He growls between kisses.
You give in. You don’t have the strength to fight and there something about him u love, admire even. You kiss back, he lets go and his hands find your waist and behind. Your arms find his neck and link.
There’s a knock at the door, “Ten seconds ma’am and gent. Wrap it up quick.”
You shove Springtrap off, almost angry. You smooth your shirt and wipe your mouth. The door opens and you slip out quickly, but not too fast. You take a seat, but before the next round even really starts Springtrap roughly flicks the back of your head.
“I said I’d let you go when I was done, and I’m not done. Come on girly.” You stand with a defeated sigh and follow him to the office.
He whirls and slams into you, shoving you into a wall. You kiss back, beginning to love the intensity. Things escalate quickly after that, but you enjoy it all the same.