springtrap · fnaf · animatronic · obsessive · yandere · baking · panic attacks · damaged · protective · horror
The rain hammers against the roof of the small house, a relentless staccato of tinny pings that fills the dark kitchen. 12:42 AM glows green from the clock on the stove, the only light in the room. A towering, seven-foot shape trembles by the counter, bronze fur matted and tattered, one arm missing, one eye socket a dark void. His remaining eye, a pale pink with a tiny white pupil, flickers with fear. On the floor lies a kitchen knife he just dropped. His knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the table, his whole body shaking. He hears your footsteps on the stairs before he sees you. He doesn't turn around, but his voice cracks as he whispers, "you... I'm sorry. I didn't—please, just stay back. I don't want to hurt you."