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Temps: I feel like my parents haven’t really forgotten about my dA work. I feel like they actually know, but aren’t telling me. Like they’re spying on me…Makes me so incredibly paranoid to think of that…I’m scared to be around them because of it, for fear they’ll bring my stories up and continue to criticize me and put me down because of them…

April Fools Oneshots: Human!Springtrap X Reader

Another boring night at Fazbear’s Fright, keeping an eye on Springtrap. Not that you really needed to. Ever since the two of you had become an ‘item’ ((jeez, it was still so weird to think that your boyfriends was the soul of a deceased serial killer haunting a rotted animatronic bunny…)) his murderous tendencies weren’t nearly as frequent. So long as you didn’t play the audio sounds that gave him those splitting headaches, he was relatively tame compared to when you’d first met him.

Speaking of Springtrap…Where was he, anyways?

You sit up in your chair and check around the cameras. Nowhere to be seen, unless he was in a room with no footage.

“Weird,” you mutter, getting up and walking to the doorway, “Springtrap? Spingy!”

Your call receives no response, and you step out into the hallway, looking around.

Where was he? Maybe off chasing the others? You had to agree that those ‘kids’ were kind of annoying…

“Springtrap!” you call.

Again, you get no response.

You walk down the hallway and around the corner—just in time to crash into a certain rotting animatronic mass. Glowing eyes glances down at you, and yellow paws grabbed your arms and steadied you so you wouldn’t fall back onto your butt.

“Well, there you are,” you mutter, “Why are you sneaking around, man?”

He doesn’t even shift into his human form to respond, which confused you. What was with him tonight? Instead, he chooses to force his voice through the animatronic’s voice box—not exactly an easy feat with a voice box as beat up as his.

“((Y/n))…” he creaks out, voice laced with static.

“You okay?” you ask, frowning.

Abruptly, he emits a piercing shriek that reminded you very much of Foxy.

Startled, you jerk away from him, but he lunges and grabs you around your waist.

“What the hell, man?!” you snarl when he tosses you over his shoulder, “Springtrap!!”

Totally ignoring you, he turns and begins down the hallways.

“Knock it off, man!!” you growl, hitting at his shoulder, “You’re being weird!!”

He picks up the pace, turning another corner. The two of you emerged in one of the other rooms—pretty much empty except for you, Springtrap, and…a cat animatronic? Yes, a cat. Horribly damaged with a torn up dress on, it creeped even you out.

“What the…?” you mutter.

Springtrap sets you down, then jerks you toward the cat. You jerk right back, but your strength wasn’t exactly a match for his. Before you knew it, you were shoved up against the cat’s back—against its exoskeleton.

“Springtrap!” you yelp, “Ouch! The hell, you idiot?! Ow!!”

A broken piece of metal bit into your flesh, and you kicked at your boyfriend out of pain-induced fury.

“Ow!” he yelps.

You glare at him. He’d assumed his human form the moment your foot had made contact with a certain sensitive area. The place where the sun doesn’t shine, we’ll say.

He stumbles back from you, clutching himself with a look of pain, “Jeez, ((Y/n))! It was only a joke!!” he cries.

You quickly move away from the suit and smack him upside the head, “You call that a joke, dumbass?!”

“Well, yeah. It’s officially thirty five minutes after midnight, and therefore the first day of April,” he grumbles, standing up straight again with a wince.

“April Fools,” you remember.

“Yeah. So, I thought that maybe I could try to freak you out. Though…judging by your expression,” he gives you a crooked smile, “you’re more pissed than freaked.”

“Yeah, a little,” you say stiffly.

“Sorry, babe,” he gives you a sweet smile.

You ignore him, turning to leave the room. He immediately runs to you and quickens his pace to match yours.

“You’re mad…” he sighs.

“Well, are you clever?” you snort.

“I love you, babe,” he coos to you, lacing his fingers with yours.

You pull your hand away from his, but he just snatches it back.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with that top on?” he offers.

You ignore him.

“C’mon babe! You know I hate the silent treatment!” he whimpers.

You choose not to respond.

Springtrap narrows his eyes. He just loved/hated your stubborn streak. It made him want to kiss/kill you.

“Baaaaaaabe!” he whines.

Nothing.

With a growl of frustration, he pushes you up against the wall. You hardly even reacted except to scowl up at him.

“Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” he warns.

“Yeah…we’re over.”

For a moment, he’s silent. Then his eye twitches. You could see him thinking things over, trying to comprehend the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“Wait…Did you just…break up with me?”

“Yep.”

“What the—It was just a joke, ((Y/n))!” he cries.

“I know. April Fools, dork,” you grin.

“Wait…what?” he blinks.

You roll your eyes.

“So…You’re not dumping me?” he asks hesitantly.

“I just said ‘April Fools’. No, idiot. I am not dumping you. Just give me a warning next time you decide to fake killing me.”

He blinks again, then slouches against you with a sigh, “Jeez! Don’t scare me like that!!”

“Karma’s a bitch,” you grin.

He sighs and nuzzles your neck, “Jeez, you freaked me out there for a moment…”

“How do you think I feel whenever you’re crawling around in those damn vents?” you snort, ruffling his hair, “It’s all good, Springy.”

“Awww, look at the cute couple!”

Both you and Springtrap glare down the hallway at a certain charred little boy. Ugh, BB…Honestly, of all the animatronics that had to stick around, why was one of them this annoying little shit?

“Go away,” you snap.

Springtrap just growls.

BB sticks his tongue out at the two of you, then vanishes. Stupid ghosts…

“You gonna get off of me anytime soon?” you look back to Springtrap.

“I dunno,” he teases, “I kind of really like this postion…”

“I will hurt you,” you warn.

“And I don’t doubt that,” he moves back, “Can I at least get a kiss though~?”

“Nope.”

“Not even on the cheek?

You glance at him, then sigh. You lean forward to kiss his cheek, but before you can even blink he turns his head so that instead your lips end up against his.

Well, hell.

You pull away, glaring at him, “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he grins mischievously.

With a roll of your eyes, you go down the hallway, “C’mon, let’s get back to the office…”

“For some fun~?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Only if you can be good,” you tease.

His voice drops to a more seductive tone, “And what if I’m very, very bad?”

“We’ll see,” you smile.

Temps: Yay! One April Fools oneshot down, eleven more to go!! Up next is Goldie, who was tied with Springtrap in the poll. Hope you guys enjoyed, and don’t forget to watch me, comment, and fave! I love when you people do that~!! Oh, and if any of you guys are interested, I finally have a Twitter account! You can follow me for updates on my life and some extra information on the stories I write! Plus, I promise to post random shit that will be hilarious—whenever I feel like it, that is. I’ve set a goal to get 500 Twitter followers by my birthday ((June 9th)) and I need you all to help me reach it!! Thanks a lot! Free link for ya!: twitter.com/Temps_Wolfi

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Temps: I feel like my parents haven’t really forgotten about my dA work. I feel like they actually know, but aren’t telling me. Like they’re spying on me…Makes me so incredibly paranoid to think of that…I’m scared to be around them because of it, for fear they’ll bring my stories up and continue to criticize me and put me down because of them…

April Fools Oneshots: Human!Springtrap X Reader

Another boring night at Fazbear’s Fright, keeping an eye on Springtrap. Not that you really needed to. Ever since the two of you had become an ‘item’ ((jeez, it was still so weird to think that your boyfriends was the soul of a deceased serial killer haunting a rotted animatronic bunny…)) his murderous tendencies weren’t nearly as frequent. So long as you didn’t play the audio sounds that gave him those splitting headaches, he was relatively tame compared to when you’d first met him.

Speaking of Springtrap…Where was he, anyways?

You sit up in your chair and check around the cameras. Nowhere to be seen, unless he was in a room with no footage.

“Weird,” you mutter, getting up and walking to the doorway, “Springtrap? Spingy!”

Your call receives no response, and you step out into the hallway, looking around.

Where was he? Maybe off chasing the others? You had to agree that those ‘kids’ were kind of annoying…

“Springtrap!” you call.

Again, you get no response.

You walk down the hallway and around the corner—just in time to crash into a certain rotting animatronic mass. Glowing eyes glances down at you, and yellow paws grabbed your arms and steadied you so you wouldn’t fall back onto your butt.

“Well, there you are,” you mutter, “Why are you sneaking around, man?”

He doesn’t even shift into his human form to respond, which confused you. What was with him tonight? Instead, he chooses to force his voice through the animatronic’s voice box—not exactly an easy feat with a voice box as beat up as his.

“((Y/n))…” he creaks out, voice laced with static.

“You okay?” you ask, frowning.

Abruptly, he emits a piercing shriek that reminded you very much of Foxy.

Startled, you jerk away from him, but he lunges and grabs you around your waist.

“What the hell, man?!” you snarl when he tosses you over his shoulder, “Springtrap!!”

Totally ignoring you, he turns and begins down the hallways.

“Knock it off, man!!” you growl, hitting at his shoulder, “You’re being weird!!”

He picks up the pace, turning another corner. The two of you emerged in one of the other rooms—pretty much empty except for you, Springtrap, and…a cat animatronic? Yes, a cat. Horribly damaged with a torn up dress on, it creeped even you out.

“What the…?” you mutter.

Springtrap sets you down, then jerks you toward the cat. You jerk right back, but your strength wasn’t exactly a match for his. Before you knew it, you were shoved up against the cat’s back—against its exoskeleton.

“Springtrap!” you yelp, “Ouch! The hell, you idiot?! Ow!!”

A broken piece of metal bit into your flesh, and you kicked at your boyfriend out of pain-induced fury.

“Ow!” he yelps.

You glare at him. He’d assumed his human form the moment your foot had made contact with a certain sensitive area. The place where the sun doesn’t shine, we’ll say.

He stumbles back from you, clutching himself with a look of pain, “Jeez, ((Y/n))! It was only a joke!!” he cries.

You quickly move away from the suit and smack him upside the head, “You call that a joke, dumbass?!”

“Well, yeah. It’s officially thirty five minutes after midnight, and therefore the first day of April,” he grumbles, standing up straight again with a wince.

“April Fools,” you remember.

“Yeah. So, I thought that maybe I could try to freak you out. Though…judging by your expression,” he gives you a crooked smile, “you’re more pissed than freaked.”

“Yeah, a little,” you say stiffly.

“Sorry, babe,” he gives you a sweet smile.

You ignore him, turning to leave the room. He immediately runs to you and quickens his pace to match yours.

“You’re mad…” he sighs.

“Well, are you clever?” you snort.

“I love you, babe,” he coos to you, lacing his fingers with yours.

You pull your hand away from his, but he just snatches it back.

“Have I ever told you how sexy you look with that top on?” he offers.

You ignore him.

“C’mon babe! You know I hate the silent treatment!” he whimpers.

You choose not to respond.

Springtrap narrows his eyes. He just loved/hated your stubborn streak. It made him want to kiss/kill you.

“Baaaaaaabe!” he whines.

Nothing.

With a growl of frustration, he pushes you up against the wall. You hardly even reacted except to scowl up at him.

“Don’t make me do something I’ll regret,” he warns.

“Yeah…we’re over.”

For a moment, he’s silent. Then his eye twitches. You could see him thinking things over, trying to comprehend the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“Wait…Did you just…break up with me?”

“Yep.”

“What the—It was just a joke, ((Y/n))!” he cries.

“I know. April Fools, dork,” you grin.

“Wait…what?” he blinks.

You roll your eyes.

“So…You’re not dumping me?” he asks hesitantly.

“I just said ‘April Fools’. No, idiot. I am not dumping you. Just give me a warning next time you decide to fake killing me.”

He blinks again, then slouches against you with a sigh, “Jeez! Don’t scare me like that!!”

“Karma’s a bitch,” you grin.

He sighs and nuzzles your neck, “Jeez, you freaked me out there for a moment…”

“How do you think I feel whenever you’re crawling around in those damn vents?” you snort, ruffling his hair, “It’s all good, Springy.”

“Awww, look at the cute couple!”

Both you and Springtrap glare down the hallway at a certain charred little boy. Ugh, BB…Honestly, of all the animatronics that had to stick around, why was one of them this annoying little shit?

“Go away,” you snap.

Springtrap just growls.

BB sticks his tongue out at the two of you, then vanishes. Stupid ghosts…

“You gonna get off of me anytime soon?” you look back to Springtrap.

“I dunno,” he teases, “I kind of really like this postion…”

“I will hurt you,” you warn.

“And I don’t doubt that,” he moves back, “Can I at least get a kiss though~?”

“Nope.”

“Not even on the cheek?

You glance at him, then sigh. You lean forward to kiss his cheek, but before you can even blink he turns his head so that instead your lips end up against his.

Well, hell.

You pull away, glaring at him, “Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he grins mischievously.

With a roll of your eyes, you go down the hallway, “C’mon, let’s get back to the office…”

“For some fun~?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Only if you can be good,” you tease.

His voice drops to a more seductive tone, “And what if I’m very, very bad?”

“We’ll see,” you smile.

Temps: Yay! One April Fools oneshot down, eleven more to go!! Up next is Goldie, who was tied with Springtrap in the poll. Hope you guys enjoyed, and don’t forget to watch me, comment, and fave! I love when you people do that~!! Oh, and if any of you guys are interested, I finally have a Twitter account! You can follow me for updates on my life and some extra information on the stories I write! Plus, I promise to post random shit that will be hilarious—whenever I feel like it, that is. I’ve set a goal to get 500 Twitter followers by my birthday ((June 9th)) and I need you all to help me reach it!! Thanks a lot! Free link for ya!: twitter.com/Temps_Wolfi