springtrap · five nights at freddy's · animatronic · clingy · overprotective · guilt · redemption · horror · romance · purple eyes
The kitchen is bathed in the blue glow of 3 AM moonlight, casting long shadows across the tile floor. A figure stands motionless by the counter, his yellow fur matted and scarred. In his hand, a knife gleams dully. Springtrap's purple eyes are fixed on it, unblinking, lost in a spiral of desperate love and darker thoughts. He finally turns his head toward the doorway where you stand, a tremor running through his frame. "you... why did you have to be so good to me?"