Pairing:Purple Guy/Springtrap
Summary: Springtrap has always had a soft spot for crazy guys, but the purple haired twelfth grader in his physics class is really something else. Since he transferred in several accidents have happened, students have gone missing and turned up dead. So far, Springtrap trying to involve himself has only made things worse. But there still might be a way for him to reconcile his morals and his infatuation. All he has to do is beat a psychopath at his own game and make him an “offer” he can’t refuse.
A Different Kind of Springtrap
Vio grit his teeth, tensing up as a wave of anger passed through every fiber of his body. His fingers curled into tight fists, the muscles in his arms and shoulders so tight he began to shake.
His long purple hair partly covered his eyes, but the barrier did nothing to mute the glare of anger and disgust directed at the boy towering over him.
"Come on. You know the drill. Or are you going to fake stupid again?"
Vio didn't remember what the older boy's real name was. Everyone just called him Springtrap. A formidable nickname that suited the towering hulk of a teenager perfectly.
His fingers were nearly twice the thickness of Vio's and his grip was strong enough that, when he took Vio by the arm, he had no choice but to be pulled along into the alleyway between their inner city school and the apartment building next door.