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ponds-of-ink · 8 months

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Short Springtrap One-Shot: “Explosion”

You can thank (and/or blame) @spaciebabie and @brytnoter for what you’re about to read. The title isn’t a joke, so do expect an explosion of mysterious proportions and some residual (but very heavy) angst.

Springtrap leaned against the wall. His eyes lazily scanned the area. No one else was around, save whoever was the poor fool who was running the cameras.

But, surprisingly, that wasn’t his concern tonight.

It was one of the technicians. His technician, to be exact.

Ever since that naive idiot wandered through that door, it had been an... interesting experience. He could still see that chatterbox swerving around the corner while he was getting his bearings. The flurry of non-stop introductions as his more outstretched arm got lifted into the air (which was impressive, given their height differences). Even the glittery pencil flying from line to line of that notebook made a stark impression... Then again, that last part most likely stuck in his mind because of Elizabeth having a similar pencil at school.

Details stirring up ancient memories aside, this encounter set up many, many more. And, to be quite honest, he didn’t like the drop-in visits at first. Maybe it was the inability to get the clearly-flustered rookie to shush and calm down. Maybe it was the prodding that the obviously-unknowing mechanics team required that unfortunate sap to do. It could’ve even been the simple fact that he hadn’t had proper contact in ages, though that seemed unlikely to him.

Whatever the reason was, all of that has changed now. By some miracle, this stranger had become... tolerable to him. Almost like a friend more-so than an annoyance. In fact, his undead heart was currently skipping at the idea of this person just waltzing in and saying “Hi!”.

He sniggered at his own excitement. However, the joy quickly dampened at the sound of his own voice. It was hoarse. It was frail. It was, in a matter of personal taste, absolutely abysmal for anyone to listen to– Let alone his new companion. Never mind the fact that it hurt to talk, anyway.

If the technician saw him in this giddy state and asked about what was wrong, mere gestures couldn’t convey it. Not with something as crucial as a “Hello, my friend!”.

Now his mind was returning to what his issue was with the technician. His posture slumped as all his previous internal arguments came flooding back in. He stifled a pained “whine” as he pinched the bridge of his nose. How in the world was he supposed to express any of this when he couldn’t even talk properly?

As his thoughts tried to regather, an unseen conversation reached his good ear. It was faint at first, but it grew louder as the squeaky thump of rubber boots drew nearer. Springtrap straightened up. He put his back against the wall and listened closely.

“...He’s been acting like this all evening?” a younger voice asked, making that undead heart race. Oh, dear, the moment’s nearly at hand.

“Yeah, pretty much,” a much older voice answered as shadows formed on the opposite wall. “I’d say keep your guard up, but not for the usual reasons. He might try to hug you if you get too close. Heh.. Lonely old loser..”

While Springtrap took offense to that last remark, he still clung to the wall like a frightened cat on a lighting fixture. The two shadows parted ways, both waving to each other at different times. The smaller shadow emerged into the room. “Hey, Springtrap,” the voice greeted, sounding much slower than usual. “You, uh, feeling okay? The security guy’s told me that you’ve been acting funny.”

Springtrap removed himself from the wall. He corrected his posture into its typical arrogant stance. Yes, of course, he was okay. What was he, lovestruck? Ha. Not in the slightest.

Unless being thrilled about finally getting a possible friend again counted, but he obviously couldn’t ask that.

The technician’s head bobbed left and right, muttering something under a thick Autumn scarf. “If you think you’re fine, then I guess we can start the inspection,” the figure explained, pulling down some safety goggles and setting down a red toolbox. “We’ll start with your legs, since you’ve been wandering everywhere.”

Springtrap hobbled towards the inspector. His heart skipped again, though his expression was dead-set on keeping up the begrudging facade. Thankfully for him, it was the standard servo procedure. Left leg up, down, then rotated. Right leg up, down, then rotated. “Well, it’s not a servo error,” the technician noted, jotting down a few words in that line-paper notebook. “Though I might want to double-check that with the arms in a sec. Let’s see how that pacemaker’s doing first.”

Springtrap’s ears raised. Uh oh.

“What’s the matter? You think it’s out-of-sorts?”

Springtrap crossed his arms. Well, no. That would be ridiculous.

“Then lower your arms and lemme check, silly! It’ll only take a moment!”

Reluctantly, he lowered his arms. He watched as that clueless human picked up a makeshift heart monitor, gave him a reassuring grin, then put the “stethoscope” as close to his heart as it could get. A green dot lit up, matching the changes in heartbeat that he was already feeling. He looked at the dot, then at his companion.

A gleam began to show beneath those safety goggles. “Hey, Springs,” the mechanic piped up. “Y-You, uh, got a crush or something? I’ve never seen your ‘pulse’ get that quick before.”

Springtrap inhaled slowly. It was time.

He raised up his hand to his chest level, then gave the poor soul a “so-so”.

So not necessarily a crush, but whatever was close enough in the... platonic?... side of things. Admiration, perhaps.

The technician glanced back at the monitor. The dot’s flicker slowed down to its normal speed. Then, the tiny machine shut off. “Y-Ya.. like someone?” came the inevitable question, though a little shaky.

Springtrap nodded. Yes.

“I don’t wanna pry, b-but... Who?”

He ruffled the frazzled mess’ head. Wasn’t it obvious by now?

The rookie gasped quietly. A full-on body tremble set in motion.

Going by marred instinct, he scooped up the small soul and kept ‘em close to his chest. He would’ve shushed the poor thing, but his vocal chords were already pained enough from being choked by emotion. So, instead, he gave his tenderest look (that he could muster, anyway) and gently nuzzled his shaking friend’s head.

But the trembling didn’t stop. It only increased.

Springtrap’s ears lifted. What? That wasn’t supposed to happen. Sure, being picked up by a giant metal beast would be a shock, but the techie could certainly—

The trembling was now getting violent. Like a firework set to explode in mere seconds.

He had to act fast.

Settling “Techie” down, he hurried over to the nearest entrance. He banged his fist on the wall, waving his arm frantically. Either the guard would see him on the camera or the doorway, whichever would be more convenient.

Someone, anyone should be able to help stop the—

A loud bang sounded from behind him. All his schoolyard training from decades ago prompted him to dive onto the ground. He laid there, shaking. He dared not look back. Not until he saw the expression on that night-guard’s face. Then he would know if he should look.

Rubber boots clattered down the hallway. They stopped a few feet away. The hurried breathing above him slowed. The boots squeaked one after the other, as if the figure was changing positions. “I’m so sorry,” the night-guard said grimly. “‘Techie’s’ just shoes now.”

Springtrap slowly peered behind his shoulder. To his surprise, the room was only covered in ash and soot. To his dismay, the only thing left in that spot was that pair of boots.

He looked back at the night-guard. Why did Techie explode like that? What could he have possibly done to cause such a drastic event??

The night-guard sighed heavily. “Guess you excited ‘em too much,” he suggested dolefully. “Pretty sure ‘Techie’ had some sort of spontaneous combustion thing listed on some medical card. Wouldn’t be surprised if all that happiness just... triggered it somehow.”

Springtrap’s head lowered. He finally got a friend after all these years... Only to accidentally lead said friend to their death. He didn’t get a proper name. He didn’t get the chance to ask any specifics. He didn’t even get the chance to introduce himself with a new voice box down the line.

He thumped onto the tile ground, clutching his head. A sob finally broke through his vocal chords. Now he finally felt the damage he inflicted on others boomeranging back to him. And it was awful.

“On the bright side,” the night-guard added hoarsely, brushing away his own tears. “At least Techie finally fixed your voice.”

Springtrap stopped crying for a moment. He put his hand to his throat. Yes, it.. did feel less painful there now. Probably because of the...

His body turned away from the night-guard. The sobbing picked up again, but now it was much more audible. Never mind his audience of one. Never mind the fact that “Techie” could be roaming the earth as a very confused spirit. He had to grieve– And not just for the death he caused now.

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