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Sensation; Chapter One

Graveyard Shift

A Springtrap x OC fanfic

Word Count; 2,390

This job was seriously taking years off of my life. I’d started as a night guard a few nights for the new horror attraction opening up in town soon, and honestly? I’m not sure if this pay is worth it. Especially not after the last two nights...

My shift had been going fine, nothing out of the ordinary. I mean, aside from everything wrong with this place. I could deal with the hallucinations from the piss poor ventilation, I was already used to it before starting here, but a visit from my superiors made the mood deteriorate entirely.

It was nearly time for me to clock out when they showed up, wheeling something in on a hand truck. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw them wheel it past me while I was sitting in the office.

It was a large animatronic, a Spring Bonnie model from what I could tell. It was badly damaged and looked incredibly dirty and disheveled, but its outward appearance wasn’t what had scared me.

Its eyes were following me. They were looking directly at me, its gaze staying focused on me as they wheeled it past the window.

Their eyes had a look I couldn’t place. It didn’t feel like the typical eye contact mascot suits would make with you, their eyes designed to create the illusion that they were looking at you when they simply weren’t. No, this thing had been staring at me, studying me intently, its eyes containing a liveliness behind them that made me squirm in my chair.

It was difficult to disguise my discomfort when they told me before clocking out that it would be staying here in the building, as they had plans to incorporate it into the attraction. I left without a word, driving home in silence as I ruminated on what that would mean for me going forward.

Sleep eluded me that night. I was hoping it was just another hallucination, but every time that moment played itself over in my head, I became more certain that I hadn’t imagined it. It even haunted my dreams, stalking through the dimly lit hallways of the building to find me.

Oh, how I wished that dream hadn’t come true. My next shift had come quicker than I would’ve liked, barely functioning from my sleepless night and surviving off of energy drinks and espresso shots for the first two hours or so.

The first time it appeared on the cameras I felt my skin crawl, my hair standing on end as I locked eyes with it once again.

It... it felt like it could see me through the cameras. I felt sick to my stomach as long buried feelings of panic and worry crept back into my mind, reminding me of events forgotten ages ago. My hands shook as we stared at each other, my breathing shallow and ragged when it started to move.

It shambled toward my location like a reanimated corpse, one of its joints clearly locked at the ankle. I realized quickly that it was drawn to the audio lures, following them mindlessly as I tried to make it move as far from the security office as possible.

I noticed it wasn’t just mindlessly following them after a few uses, when it... seemed to become confused that nobody was in the room it heard the sounds coming from. It was hard to tell, but it seemed to look around like it was searching for the source of the noises.

Its gaze always returned to the camera in the end, like it knew that I was watching it limp through the empty hallways. When it eventually reached camera ten I got a good look at it, my eyes wide with shock when I noticed exposed bone and old, decayed flesh and sinew visible in the tears in the suit.

Just what was I dealing with here? I wouldn’t find out until the next night, as the... creature didn’t move from that spot in the corner of camera ten for the rest of my shift. It just stared into the camera, its unblinking gaze burned into my memory at this point.

I left the moment my alarm beeped, punching my time card and leaving the building as quickly as I could. I closed the shutters and locked up, fleeing to my car without looking back.

I almost didn’t return to work the next night. I don’t know why I was even here, staring at my hands in the empty parking lot outside the building as I questioned my life choices up to this point.

Something was drawing me back here. That machine, that thing- there was something more to it. It didn’t seem particularly hostile, though the most interaction I’d had with the thing was a staring contest when they first recovered it.

However, once I got into the building, I had to question if that was true. Was it looking for me, or was it hunting me? I can’t tell- but it seemed particularly desperate to find me tonight.

I’m watching it move toward my desired spot for it- the room furthest from mine- when the entire system shuts down.

I panic. I flip the maintenance panel up, frantically resetting everything at once. I sit there anxiously, a pit forming in my stomach when I hear it dragging its metallic body through the vents.

Before I can react and long before any of the systems have reset, it shows up outside the window, looking at me. I feel the color drain from my face, my hands cold and clammy as we stare at each other through the glass once more.

“You... aren’t the one I had expected to find here.”

Did it just speak to me? A silent terror overtakes my rationality, making me freeze like a deer in the headlights. Not only was it a walking corpse in a rabbit costume, but it could talk as well? Its gravelly, strained voice was slightly muffled by the glass, though it... sounded like a person, more or less.

“But you still came back... why?”

I feel my throat tighten, constricting my breathing and making me tremble like a leaf. I’m still too stunned by the fact that it can speak to even consider responding, just waiting for it to lunge at me.

It tilts its head as it gazes at me, perhaps realizing that it had scared me. We both stay silent for a time, its eyes never leaving mine. It... he? They? They don’t seem intent on hurting me, though I knew from experience that not everyone let their violent intent show so easily.

“I... I don’t know.”

It’s the only response I can muster, still not sure why I’m here either. The longer I stared at it, the more it seemed like it was alive. A bio-mechanical abomination stood before me, asking a question like it was a concerned parent fretting over their child.

“May I come in... please?”

The question hits me like a ton of bricks. Every judgment and assumption I had made about this thing- this... person? Felt like it had just been thrown out the window.

They sound so desperate, so earnestly polite that I felt terrible for even considering being afraid of this... creature. I still don’t exactly know how to address them...

I can’t even form a response, just choking on what I want to say before I finally just give up and nod. They seem to perk up at that, making their way into the office. I recoil a bit, though I feel terrible about it.

They... they smell like a musty carpet that’s been left to rot, making me force back a gag. It makes sense, they are a corpse inside an old, ill-maintained suit...

It’s especially clear to me that this person is dead now that they’re standing directly in front of me, cracked bones wound with wires and desiccated muscle visible in the holes in their chassis.

I felt terrible for them, their past completely unknown to me, but their suffering was evident. I had still been hoping all of this was just a hallucination, a manifestation of my paranoia made worse by this place’s terrible ventilation, but the crushing weight of this strange reality was demolishing that idea entirely.

“Who... who are you?”

The question finally leaves my mouth, I’d been wanting to say something, anything, but until now it had felt like I was being choked.

They finally look away from me, the question was obviously a bit of a loaded one. They... chuckle, softly. It catches me by surprise, further humanizing this creature in front of me. They- he seems to be considering the question, as if he didn’t know how to answer.

“A dead man. No one... has called me by my name in a long time.”

He was obviously avoiding the question, acting as if he was stalling for time while he tried to make something up.

“Just call me... Springtrap.”

My brow furrows upon hearing his name. It was obviously bullshit, probably something he just now thought of. I could tell he was in a Spring Bonnie suit, remembering long-lost Polaroids of my parents visiting the old Fredbear’s Diner before it was shut down.

I’d heard from the recorded calls about the multiple springlock failures that happened around that time, wondering if that was the same fate that... “Springtrap” had met. God, what a silly name- I could hardly take him seriously now.

“Okay... Springtrap. You said you expected someone else- but who?”

He seems to tense again, avoiding looking me in the eyes as he answers my question.

“Nobody you should concern yourself with. You... were a pleasant surprise.”

I feel conflicted upon hearing him say that. The way he’s speaking, it sounds like I would have been much less fortunate if I had been the one he was expecting.

Before I can really consider that line of thinking, I notice that he’s been slowly inching his way closer to me. I wonder if he’s drawn to my voice the same way he is the audio lures, or if he’s planning something else.

No... he wouldn’t attack me at this point, right? The paranoia lurks in the back of my mind, my shoulders tensed when I see him take another step. I look up at him- suddenly feeling incredibly tiny, he was towering over me at this point- his eyes are focused on mine again.

Now that he’s this close, I can see an obvious longing in his expression. How could a suit even form an expression? It vexes me, nothing about him makes any sense to me- though I suppose not everything will.

“You... you are real, aren’t you? Please...”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by his voice, he’s leaning down toward me now, his mouth open. My eyes widen as I see the gnarled and twisted flesh underneath, his tattered remains still inside the head of the suit as well.

I flinch away from him, instinctively reaching out and pushing my hand against his face, as if I was pushing an overly eager kitten away from my plate of food. He freezes as my fingers make contact with his grime covered fur, the texture of which is making me sick just from brushing against it- let alone placing my hand firmly against his cheek.

We stand there for a long moment, both of us stunned into silence. I only just now process his original question, my expression softening as I start to move my fingers, scratching his molded faux fur.

It feels terrible against my hand. I can tell it was soft, once. Now it was rough, coated in a thick layer of dust and splotched with blood, a lot of it matted up and tangled.

“I... I’m sorry. You surprised me...” I finally manage to say, apologizing for pushing him away. “How... how long have you been like this?”

He’s leaned into my touch, a soft, warbling purr emanating from his chest cavity. His eyes have softened significantly, looking as if he’d been relieved of a heavy weight.

“I... wouldn’t be able to tell you. It... feels like an eternity.”

I feel stupid for even asking, realizing that he’d been boarded up in a room for god knows how long. My sympathy for him is growing rapidly, unable to pry my hand away from his disgusting fur.

Both of us jump when my alarm sounds, forcing me to tear myself away from him. I silence it, staring at the clock. I had been dreading coming in here today, and now... now I didn’t want to leave. This poor man, all alone in this death trap of an attraction, surrounded by the remnants of destroyed animatronics...

“You... need to leave now, correct? It’s... okay. You should go.”

I can tell he’s forcing himself to be polite at this point, his desperation for human contact thinly veiled by his urging for me to leave. I nod my head in understanding, sighing heavily.

“Yeah... I’ll... I’ll be back tomorrow.”

He seems a bit put off by the notion, as if he didn’t want me to come back. He obviously didn’t want me to leave, but... he looked conflicted.

“An unwise decision... but I can’t stop you. I’ll see you tomorrow... Hawk.”

I’m left shocked as he slinks out of the office, until I realize that I had been wearing my name tag this entire time, making me breathe a sigh of relief. Everything else about this situation was odd enough, I didn’t need any more weirdness tonight.

I locked up the building, sitting in my car and just... staring at the exit door for a while. The thought that he was just sitting alone in there, waiting for me to come back made my heart ache. I knew nothing about him, but... I couldn’t help but sympathize.

It took me a while to finally start my car, lingering a bit longer before actually driving home. He was the center of my thoughts during my drive, parsing through my complicated feelings as I headed home.

I couldn’t stop my racing thoughts, heading straight to bed to try to sleep it all off. I’d figure out what to do about this when I was able to get some real rest...

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#this is titled after my fav crosses song that just SCREAMS the vibes these two have going on #g.txt #my fics #fnaf fanfic #fnaf au #fnaf springtrap #fnaf fandom #springtrap x oc #springtrap x self insert #springtrap fic #honestly i couldve branded this as a springtrap x y/n but i feel like hawk is distinct enough #springtrap x hawk #springtrap

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