Blood and Steel (Springtrap x Reader) Ch. 8 Pt. 3
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Note! Please see chapter 7 before continuing!

Blood and Steel (Springtrap x Reader) Ch. 8 Pt. 3

I can't hear the rest of the tape because somehow the stop button was pressed and a new tape was thrown at my head.

It hits its mark and I immediately raise a hand to my face in case there's another projectile coming my way. Alas, there is nothing. "Okay, Okay. I get it. I'll listen to this one now.

Chill out. No need to be so rough-" Again, I'm cut off as a pencil in thrown at me now. Ugh... If I had to guess, I'd say this was definitely Foxy. So impatient, I swear.

What's disturbing is that if Foxy's spirit was really in this room, then that would mean everyone else was here too. I don't believe William is though...

I fear a far worse fate would await me than just a cassette and pencil being thrown at my head.

Ah... I think I just figured out how Springtrap found my address and got into my room.

His spirit must have followed me home during the day because he couldn't possess the robot at the time.

        ...Let's just hurry and finish looking around before he finds out I'm in here.

        Grabbing the tape from my lap where it landed, I replace it with the old one. I suppose this specific tape must hold crucial information if they're so eager for me to hear it. 

"Hello, hello? Umm, this is just a reminder of company policy concerning the safe room.

The safe room is reserved for equipment and or other properties not being currently used, and as a back-up safety location for employees only.

This is not a break room, it should not be considered a place for employees to hide and or congregate.

And under no circumstance should a customer ever, be taken into this room, and out of the main show area.

Management has also been made aware that the Spring Bonnie animatronic has been noticeably moved, and would like to remind employees that this costume is not safe to wear under any circumstances.

Thank you, and remember to smile. You are the face of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza."

Spring Bonnie... I note the obvious distress in the poor mentor's voice. He's scared and the tape dates back to the same date on the missing children's newspapers.

This guy clearly states that someone was wearing the costume and was bringing people to the back room which was against the company's policy.

The undoubtable proof was right in front of me, pounding in my ears. William killed these kids and somehow he'd gotten himself killed in the process.

Tears prick my eyes at the thought of these children being brutally mutilated and forcefully shoved into animatronics designed to bring them joy.

Worse, despite the mood swings and threats, I'd taken an inexplainable liking to Springtrap. There was an odd charm in his character and respectable levels of intelligence.

Especially after reading the other news articles and finding that he made his own animatronics, you couldn't deny he was smart...

        "Why, William... How? I-I-... I need some air."

        Tossing the tapes back into the drawer as I found them, I exit the office. Who cares about fixing the stack of papers? Blame the mess on the wind or something.

        I march through the restaurant's doors, shoving them open and nearly hitting a kid in the process.

        Whatever.

        Whatever

        Whatever.

I roughly scrub at my eyes, staining this oversized jumpsuit's sleeves black with makeup. The tears keep pouring from my face. A family exits their car to my right.

I can see the fatherly figure standing by his door and watching me with quizzical eyes. He rests a hand on the top of the car and nods towards me. "Sir, are you alright?" He looks so normal...

Blonde hair and probably blue eyes. I can barely tell through the water cascading down my face. He acts like this place is as innocent as they come and his two children would be safe here.

Even through the tears, I can see the confusion and shock written on his face as I fully turn towards him. My face is smothered in running makeup, making my features look unnatural and demonic.

I run. I run as fast as I can from that wretched place. I don't know where I'm going and I can't hear the roaring thunder over my discombobulated mentality.

So many questions, so many issues. The rain falls from the sky suddenly. It's cold and heavy. If I don't get inside, I may contract an illness, but I don't care.

Eventually I find myself in the clearing within the woods. The same place Springtrap and I had been this past week. He's under a tree...

This explains why he was adamant on taking cover last night.

He knew there was a storm coming and he wouldn't be able to protect himself during the day, but I'm sure he wasn't prepared for my storm.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream loudly to the rain, arms outstretched to the clouded sky. Lightning strikes somewhere in the distance, but I'm not afraid. Not anymore.

I'm furious, seething with immense anger. Snarling, I stomp towards the animatronic rabbit. He can't move. He can't stop me.

I lunge for him, gripping one of his large arms in my own and pulling. I cry and scream at the stationary machine, tugging him away from the tree line that shelters him from the rain.

He's far too heavy for me to move by myself, but I do manage to pull him hard enough to sweep the rabbit off his rear.

He's no longer sitting upright against the truck of a tree and now crashes to the ground, on his side.

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A MONSTER! YOU- YOU-!!!" My hands tear up the forest floor, scraping up mounds of dirt and throwing it at him.

I'd bash him with a tree branch, but it won't leave a mark. The mud is the only thing I can use to take my rage out on him.

One can't tell if I'm still crying or if it's more rain washing my face. I've had my fit. Staring at this killer and his mud covered body, I drop to my knees. I feel defeated.

I feel used and betrayed. My gloved and mud covered hands rise up once more to my face, cupping it like a shield.

Another lightning strike resounds somewhere to my right, thunder booming overhead. The world will weep with me tonight.

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