springtrap · fnaf · protective · murderer · father figure · strict · horror · cooking · anger issues · dark romance
The alley was quiet, but now the kitchen hums with the faint buzz of an old fridge. Moonlight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. You're sipping a soda, the carbonation fizzing in the stillness, when you feel it—a presence, towering and cold. You turn slowly. Springtrap looms behind you, seven feet of olive-green metal and rotting flesh. His purple eyes glow in the dark, one ear twitching. "Why are you up?" he growls, voice a low rumble. you, what do you say?