Quick AN: Originally this was an idea I got for a later scenario in a fic I’m writing about Springtrap and a vampire oc of mine however for the sake of this ask I’m ripping out the vampire and placing y/n in their shoes but if you ever wanna hear about the cringe girlfailure that is Wren Vesper the vampire love interest lmk I’m always happy to infodump!! :33
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Springtrap’s hands shook as he delicately clutched the old photo you handed him. You’d never seen him so… horrified before.
At the same time, however, you couldn’t exactly blame him for being in shock; it had been so long since he had seen himself appear so joyful in any way with anyone, save for his late business partner whom the two of you also held a deep fondness for back then.
Before everything Springtrap had done.
His breathing grew more sporadic, having already been difficult enough for him as is before descending into such a panicked state so quickly. As usual, he attempted to hide his reaction, but it was all he could do but to slowly placed his free hand over his eyes——and it wasn’t long before a few robotics whimpers that almost sounded reminiscent of sobbing escaped his lips.
Your eyes widened, and as he dropped himself into one of the corners in the office, you reached out to him, offering to rest a hand on his shoulder.
He allowed it, but it took a few minutes before he finally brought himself to remove his hand from his face. Even then though, he found himself looking down at the picture again with sorrow in his eyes.
“Why are you still here?” he eventually muttered.
You stiffened. “What do you mean?”
“You know very well what I mean,” he said, finally looking back up at you. He couldn’t cry, yet something about his expression made it seem like he was about to tear up. “Just think about the things I say, the things I *do*. The things I’ve already done that I can’t just go back and fix!”
You bit your lip, trying your best to hold back tears of your own as he went on.
“If I were to say I regretted *everything* I’ve done, it’d just be another lie to add to the list… but that’s not to say there’s *nothing*. But that doesn’t help you or Henry, now does it?”
“Will, I-“
Springtrap waved a hand in the air as he stood up and took a couple of steps away.
“No… no. Can’t you see it? I’m sick! I’m sick and horrible and-! Somehow you still love me all the same, don’t you..?”
You raised a hand, almost as if contemplating reaching out to him again, but instead used it to rub the back of your neck. You couldn’t find a proper way to respond yet.
“How is that even possible?!” Springtrap continued. “Don’t you know how awful I am for you? How awful I was for BOTH of you? How awful I was for ANYONE who had the misfortune of meeting me?!”
You took a step forward, but he took a step back.
“I just… I just don’t get it; to love someone as diseased as I. You’re my world, but you deserve so much better than to have to witness the world I live in when you don’t speak. You’re everything to me, but I don’t understand how I can be ANYTHING to you. Why don’t you hate me like you’re SUPPOSED to?!”
You couldn’t find the words at first, having been completely heartbroken by each and every one that Springtrap just spoke. You were well aware that he was bad. Or, at least, many of his actions were.
But despite that…
“Hey, listen to me,” you began, grasping his hand and folding them both while placing one of your hands on top of them.
He stared at you with questioning, almost glossy eyes.
You took a deep breath.
“Will. I am… I am well aware that you’re a horrible person. You’ve done things I can’t even attempt to justify, and you’re right; I SHOULD hate you for it. But that’s the thing: I can’t.”
Springtrap’s eyes widened.
“That honestly probably makes me just as terrible as you. I’ve accepted that already though. Because, despite everything, I love the person that you are beyond your crimes. You’ve proven that you can be vile, but you’ve also proven time and time again that you can be GOOD to people too. I mourn for every child that lost their lives, and I hate myself for mourning the loss of YOU even more. Before you did that, you and Henry were the reason I looked forward to the day ahead, and you both were the only beacons of light I ever managed to find in this… this pointless existence I live in. William, you’ve proven to me your potential for generosity, kindness, patience, and compassion. You’ve always been insistent on working yourself to death when it came to what you were passionate about, and you always set aside time to spend with me or Henry even if you were working on something else. But you’re broken. You have trust issues, you’re emotional, absurdly obstinate, and you did horrifying things.”
You smiled through your stream of tears as you tilted your head up to look at him, who also appeared as if he were ‘crying’.
“I love you even still though because I relate to that so much. So… so much. And I know we’re both repulsive people for the types of things we’ve done, but I can’t help but fall for you all over again every time I see you anyway. I love you and the beautifully broken mess you are, Will, so please… keep letting me.”
Springtrap found himself ‘sobbing’ uncontrollably as he abruptly pulled you into a hug.
It was the first time he initiated one first.
And as you both stood there holding each other and crying, you found strange safety in the other’s arms.
It was the two of you against the rest of the human race, and you loved each other with such a comforting insanity that you knew you’d be alright from then on. As long as you had each other.
And that was enough.
You didn’t know if you could put his pieces back together, and he wasn’t sure if he could do the same for you either.
But what you two knew for certain was that you were going to treat those broken pieces with the love and care neither of you were ever able to receive until then.
—Mari
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happy birthday undertale!!! 7 whole years
Image id: three images with colored drawings. the first is the start of the asriel fight in the pacifist route. Asriel is to the left of the drawing, in his boss form. he is smirking and has a paw to his chin, and the other arm hanging by his side. He is facing twords frisk, who is on the right side of the image. They are looking at asriel, a little nervous, but leaning forward, ready. Chara is floating behind them, their hands in fists near their shoulders. They are excited and saying, “*its the end.” the background is gray with a yellow spiky blob. the second image is frisk going to comfort asriel after the fight. Asriel is again on the left side of the drawing facing and reaching toward frisk who is again on the right. Asriel is back in his younger form. asriel is crying and is a little hesitant to move towards frisks offer. frisk is smiling warmly and reaching toward him. chara is floating behind frisk and is looking at asriel with a despondant expression, and is also crying. they are also holding their arms right above their elbows. the background is gray and has a blurred dark purple circle. the third drawing is of frisk standing in a onesie that is blue with two magenta stripes and blue socks. their hair is straight and a little spiky in this drawing where in the others it is fluffy and curly. end id
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