I heard we were kissing Springtrap, let’s make this a reality.
You were carrying a bucket of soapy water with a sponge in the other hand, walking through the halls of the rundown horror attraction. Fazbear Frights was always a horrible place to work. You walk into the office to see your resident disgusting boyfriend, a 12 foot tall hunk of metal that smooth-talked himself into your heart (and no where else yet). You were almost finished with cleaning him, getting his decaying body out of him, scrubbing the organs, mold, maggots, and all of that horrible stuff off of this dead man. If he couldn’t speak you would beat him with a metal bat the first time he moved. After 5 days of staying 6 hours after work to clean your beloved kiddie killer (he apologized and accepted a shock collar so you can make sure he doesn’t smell children and kill them again) you finally and fully clean him. He got up from the chair and admired himself.
“Oh my, I look spiffing! Thank you, Carrottop, how could I ever repair you?”
Springtrap was now a mix between yellow and green, his artificial fur stained by the mold and moss, but clean. His face was clean plastic with a cute nose. You knew how he could repay you. You beckon him down before grabbing his face and kissing his permanently smiling face. He looks at you in surprise as you let him go before he picks you up and nuzzles his face into yours in his version of his kisses. Both of you could finally show physical love to each other without you dying of his various diseases. He carries you to the break room and lays down on the couch with you under him, almost breaking your leg. He caresses your face before your boss at your other job calls you to clock in.
Maybe you could take Springtrap home with you.
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