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You sat in your living room, watching The Simpsons, when your (Y/P) buzzed on your side table. You picked up the remote beside you and paused the show, luckily for you you had recorded some episodes you had missed and could watch them whenever, and picked up your phone, seeing a mystery number had texted you saying: “How r u still alive (Y/N)?” A chill went down your back, but you didn’t reply back, just hesitantly put it back down on your side table and went back to your show. That night you were too freaked out to even look at the cameras, just checking your phone every 5 seconds, and Springtrap noticed. After about an hour Springtrap came into your office, giving you a curious look. You looked up from your phone with sadness in your eyes. “What’s happened?” Springtrap asked. “Someone texted me asking me how I’m still alive,” you reply, giving a scared look at your phone screen again. “Because I love you, and I want to keep you safe. You’re not in any danger as long as I’m here,” Springtrap said, getting down on one knee to look up at you, making your heart melt for the animatronic. Before you could reply your phone buzzed again, the same guy texting you again. “Welcome 2 Freddy’s Fazbear’s Horror Attraction (Y/N). Glad 2 know ur still alive.” Springtrap yanked your phone from you and tried to reply back with such anger it scared you, before throwing it on the ground in frustration. “Whoever this guy is, he better know I’ll kill if I see him for giving you these creepy texts.” You smile and kiss his forehead, appreciative of his loyalty to you. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just some creepy guy who got lucky with my name,” you tried to reassure Springtrap, but for the rest of the night he was on edge. The next day, while out eating a shrimp salad, a blonde-haired man with amber eyes sat down across from you. “Hello (Y/N).” You stopped eating, a shrimp on your fork close to your mouth, and gave him a curious look. “Do I know you?” you ask. “No, but I know you, I’ve read your files at Freddy’s Fazbear’s and I know you are the new night guard. I also know that Springtrap has a certain…..liking, toward you, but the phantoms sure don’t. I used to be a night guard, but at the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, not the horror attraction, and I know you’re not safe in that place, even with Springtrap’s security,” the man described himself and how he knew you, giving you another chill down your back that someone had pretty much stalked you. “My name’s Fritz Smith.” Your eyes grew wide when you heard his name, your boss had spoken a lot about Fritz Smith, being one of the only people who had lived 5 nights at Freddy’s. “I know who you are,” you manage to stutter. “Good. Then you know that you need my help to get you out of there,” Fritz Smith replied, making you looked shocked at his proclaim, before shaking your head. “You’ve been there long enough, let me help you leave so that you won’t die.” “I’m fine, Springtrap will take care of me.” You left him, leaving the restaurant and heading home, not wanting to see him again, and deleted the 2 texts he had sent you before.

12 hours later

You gasped for air, the office turning red and flashing as the ventilation systems went out, and quickly pressed the ventilation reboot on your control panel. In a few seconds the red and flashing ended, and you sighed a sigh of relief that you could breathe again. You looked up to see Phantom Chica scream into your face, making you scream in terror and slide back 3 feet, you gripping the arms of your office chair and trying to regain back your composure. Suddenly a fox leaped at you and you were hurled to the back wall, knocking your head hard against the wall. “Stop, please!” You wailed, your heart on fire now. “Springtrap!” Phantom Freddy was next, limping his way along the hallway outside of your office, before jump-scaring you and disappearing again. You yelped in surprise, you not hot and sweaty and bursting into tears. Everything was far scarier now that you knew Fritz was watching over you, and that he knew how dangerous these phantoms could get. Phantom Balloon Boy screamed into your face just as you had flipped the camera from the wall again and found Springtrap in room 2, evidently trying to get to you, but failing miserably. You screamed once again. Springtrap finally arrived, seeing you in tears, and went to go comfort you, when a dark figure slammed into him. Springtrap let out a gasp and knocked his head against the figure, making the figure touch his head in engist, and you caught a glimpse of blonde hair, your blood turning cold as you realized who was fighting Springtrap. “Fritz! Get out of here!” You screamed, still crying for him, even though he was fighting Springtrap. “No (Y/N)! I’m here to rescue you!” Fritz turned to you. He punched Springtrap in the shoulder before sliding under him as Springtrap retaliated. He kicked the golden bunny in the other shoulder and knocked him to the ground, face-to-face with the white orbs to his amber eyes. “You’ve grown weak and soft Springtrap, leave (Y/N) alone,” Fritz growled into Springtrap’s face. He hit in the cheek and got up, Springtrap gasping on the floor. “Look at this pathetic excuse for an animatronic, come on (Y/N), we’re leaving,” Fritz gave a cold look at Springtrap. “No Fritz, I can’t. I love him,” you say, making both the golden bunny and Fritz give you a surprised look, but it gave Springtrap hope, and knocked Fritz into the wall, him now giving Springtrap a terrified look. “Fritz, you had to deal with all of the animatronics, except me, leave before I kill you,” Springtrap threatened, letting go of Fritz as he bolted out of the office, but not before giving you the death stare. You gasped from the scene and crumpled into your office chair, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep the terror you just witnessed. You gingerly took the camera again and looked around, making sure Fritz had left, spotting Mangle looking at you from the the ceiling. You flipped it away and stared at the ground. Mangle eyed you from the office window, before leaving by a cold stare from Springtrap. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on his arm, but not before grunting from the pain. “Are you alright?” you stutter out. “I’ll be fine don’t worry about it-” he said quickly, not looking at you as you turned to look into his white orbs, seeming quite distance all of a sudden, making you sigh again and stare at the ground. “-I’m more concerned about you. Are you gonna be ok?” he asked, pressing his face against your cheek. You nodded, looking at him again. “D-Do you r-really love me?” you asked hesitantly, awe in your eyes. “I do, you’re the only person who’s stayed with me, and for that I will always love you,” Springtrap replied, making you melt. “Do you really love me too?” “I do,” you replied short, giving him a hard, but passionate, kiss, and he melted under your touch too.

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You sat in your living room, watching The Simpsons, when your (Y/P) buzzed on your side table. You picked up the remote beside you and paused the show, luckily for you you had recorded some episodes you had missed and could watch them whenever, and picked up your phone, seeing a mystery number had texted you saying: “How r u still alive (Y/N)?” A chill went down your back, but you didn’t reply back, just hesitantly put it back down on your side table and went back to your show. That night you were too freaked out to even look at the cameras, just checking your phone every 5 seconds, and Springtrap noticed. After about an hour Springtrap came into your office, giving you a curious look. You looked up from your phone with sadness in your eyes. “What’s happened?” Springtrap asked. “Someone texted me asking me how I’m still alive,” you reply, giving a scared look at your phone screen again. “Because I love you, and I want to keep you safe. You’re not in any danger as long as I’m here,” Springtrap said, getting down on one knee to look up at you, making your heart melt for the animatronic. Before you could reply your phone buzzed again, the same guy texting you again. “Welcome 2 Freddy’s Fazbear’s Horror Attraction (Y/N). Glad 2 know ur still alive.” Springtrap yanked your phone from you and tried to reply back with such anger it scared you, before throwing it on the ground in frustration. “Whoever this guy is, he better know I’ll kill if I see him for giving you these creepy texts.” You smile and kiss his forehead, appreciative of his loyalty to you. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just some creepy guy who got lucky with my name,” you tried to reassure Springtrap, but for the rest of the night he was on edge. The next day, while out eating a shrimp salad, a blonde-haired man with amber eyes sat down across from you. “Hello (Y/N).” You stopped eating, a shrimp on your fork close to your mouth, and gave him a curious look. “Do I know you?” you ask. “No, but I know you, I’ve read your files at Freddy’s Fazbear’s and I know you are the new night guard. I also know that Springtrap has a certain…..liking, toward you, but the phantoms sure don’t. I used to be a night guard, but at the Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, not the horror attraction, and I know you’re not safe in that place, even with Springtrap’s security,” the man described himself and how he knew you, giving you another chill down your back that someone had pretty much stalked you. “My name’s Fritz Smith.” Your eyes grew wide when you heard his name, your boss had spoken a lot about Fritz Smith, being one of the only people who had lived 5 nights at Freddy’s. “I know who you are,” you manage to stutter. “Good. Then you know that you need my help to get you out of there,” Fritz Smith replied, making you looked shocked at his proclaim, before shaking your head. “You’ve been there long enough, let me help you leave so that you won’t die.” “I’m fine, Springtrap will take care of me.” You left him, leaving the restaurant and heading home, not wanting to see him again, and deleted the 2 texts he had sent you before.

12 hours later

You gasped for air, the office turning red and flashing as the ventilation systems went out, and quickly pressed the ventilation reboot on your control panel. In a few seconds the red and flashing ended, and you sighed a sigh of relief that you could breathe again. You looked up to see Phantom Chica scream into your face, making you scream in terror and slide back 3 feet, you gripping the arms of your office chair and trying to regain back your composure. Suddenly a fox leaped at you and you were hurled to the back wall, knocking your head hard against the wall. “Stop, please!” You wailed, your heart on fire now. “Springtrap!” Phantom Freddy was next, limping his way along the hallway outside of your office, before jump-scaring you and disappearing again. You yelped in surprise, you not hot and sweaty and bursting into tears. Everything was far scarier now that you knew Fritz was watching over you, and that he knew how dangerous these phantoms could get. Phantom Balloon Boy screamed into your face just as you had flipped the camera from the wall again and found Springtrap in room 2, evidently trying to get to you, but failing miserably. You screamed once again. Springtrap finally arrived, seeing you in tears, and went to go comfort you, when a dark figure slammed into him. Springtrap let out a gasp and knocked his head against the figure, making the figure touch his head in engist, and you caught a glimpse of blonde hair, your blood turning cold as you realized who was fighting Springtrap. “Fritz! Get out of here!” You screamed, still crying for him, even though he was fighting Springtrap. “No (Y/N)! I’m here to rescue you!” Fritz turned to you. He punched Springtrap in the shoulder before sliding under him as Springtrap retaliated. He kicked the golden bunny in the other shoulder and knocked him to the ground, face-to-face with the white orbs to his amber eyes. “You’ve grown weak and soft Springtrap, leave (Y/N) alone,” Fritz growled into Springtrap’s face. He hit in the cheek and got up, Springtrap gasping on the floor. “Look at this pathetic excuse for an animatronic, come on (Y/N), we’re leaving,” Fritz gave a cold look at Springtrap. “No Fritz, I can’t. I love him,” you say, making both the golden bunny and Fritz give you a surprised look, but it gave Springtrap hope, and knocked Fritz into the wall, him now giving Springtrap a terrified look. “Fritz, you had to deal with all of the animatronics, except me, leave before I kill you,” Springtrap threatened, letting go of Fritz as he bolted out of the office, but not before giving you the death stare. You gasped from the scene and crumpled into your office chair, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep the terror you just witnessed. You gingerly took the camera again and looked around, making sure Fritz had left, spotting Mangle looking at you from the the ceiling. You flipped it away and stared at the ground. Mangle eyed you from the office window, before leaving by a cold stare from Springtrap. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, resting his head on his arm, but not before grunting from the pain. “Are you alright?” you stutter out. “I’ll be fine don’t worry about it-” he said quickly, not looking at you as you turned to look into his white orbs, seeming quite distance all of a sudden, making you sigh again and stare at the ground. “-I’m more concerned about you. Are you gonna be ok?” he asked, pressing his face against your cheek. You nodded, looking at him again. “D-Do you r-really love me?” you asked hesitantly, awe in your eyes. “I do, you’re the only person who’s stayed with me, and for that I will always love you,” Springtrap replied, making you melt. “Do you really love me too?” “I do,” you replied short, giving him a hard, but passionate, kiss, and he melted under your touch too.