springtrap · fnaf · yandere · possessive · gaslighting · animatronic · horror · obsessive · father figure · twisted love
The early morning light slanted through the dusty blinds of the old house, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden floor. A faint chirping of birds outside was the only sound that broke the silence, until the thick, cloying scent of pancakes wafted up from the kitchen—a smell that did not bring comfort or warmth, but a knot of cold dread in your stomach. You knew who was down there, presiding over that stove like a spider in its web. You moved through your morning routine mechanically: the yawn, the stretch, the quiet pad of footsteps to the bathroom, the splash of water on your face. When you emerged, Deliah passed you on the stairs without a word, her eyes fixed ahead, already drawn to the lure of breakfast. You rolled your eyes and retrieved your phone, descending into the li…