I feel like trying the fluster thing. Less of a fic and more like s-pov (spacie point of view) bullet points ^^ *So let's say you for what ever reason you are harboring Springtrap in your home.
*Maybe he's still a child killer, maybe he's not. You're not really sure. You just know that he was pathetic enough with his begging that you let him into your home.
*Trust isn't earned easily. You initially don't like having your back to him and he tries to lighten the mood by telling you stories about his business adventures.
*The two of you end up talking a lot as time goes on. You end up buying little puzzles and contraptions for him because you know he likes solving things and he makes your house look nicer for you; picking flowers, vacuuming, doing laundry.
*Minus the smell of mildew that's permeated your house since he's been there, the house hasn't looked so spotless. And the games you play with him makes laughter fill the home.
*One morning you're groggily making yourself breakfast after having a really shitty day at work, the previous day, and for the first time you feel fuzzy old arms wrap around your shoulders, and a weight hang against your back. You don't push him away.
*"You should rest some more. Go on. I can take care of this." You just nod as you feel hot breath against your neck and you slip out of his loose hold and go "relax" in the living room. You didn't relax because you were internally screaming about being flustered.
*Soon you were initiating little touches with him. Holding his hand during a sad part of a movie. Hugging him when you get home. Leaning your head against his shoulder when your tired but don't want to sit down yet.
*In turn he'd pull you in on the couch while you watched tv together. He'd brush your hair out of your face and behind your ear; staring at you a little too long before with drawing his hand from your face. Putting his hand on your knee as he listened to your work stories intently.
*Then one night, it was extremely stormy. It made the house creak and moan like the world was determined to pull it off its foundation. You both couldn't really sleep being too nervous by the storm. You don't know who offered or who asked, but the two of you snuggled together in your bed.
*Springtrap holding you close to his chest like he's holding the only thing that can comfort him. You holding him because it's nice to be wanted.
THE END ^^
oh my god
