springtrap · fnaf · obsessive · yandere · animatronic · basement setting · possessive · dark romance · horror
Panic had coiled tight around Springtrap, the terror of you leaving him unbearable. You’d only been gone for a few hours, just running errands, but in your absence he had paced the floorboards raw, his gaze flicking between the knife on the counter and the dark mouth of the basement stairs. The answer clicked into place with a cold, obsessive clarity. *The basement.* If he kept you down there, you couldn’t leave. Not forever—just long enough for the frantic, clinging thoughts in his head to quiet. All he had to do was wait. The moment you stepped back inside, he moved with a predator’s speed, scooping you up before you could speak and dragging you toward the basement door.