I tell no one this, but I am a black witch. 

The moment I got home, I began gathering ingredients. What for? A love spell, of course.

I've been crushing on Springtrap since the start of school, and I want him to notice me like I notice him.

I began making cookies with the necessary ingredients, whispering incantations as I mix it all together, with chocolate chips for taste. I place the cookies on a baking sheet and bake them while burning incense to draw magickal energy to me.

At last, they were done. I take them out of the oven and place them in a plastic bag. If this is successful, he will be mine.

...

Next day.

I have the cookies with me. I have to catch him while he's alone, or else it won't work. One of them would stop me, or reverse the spell, or something. And then he'd hate me. I don't want that. 

"Hi, Spring!" I greet enthusiastically.

He's alone. Good. "Oh, hi, Goldie."

"I made you cookies!" I hold out the Ziploc bag of cookies.

He takes them, giving a smile that made me melt inside. "Thanks." He was about to take a bite of one of the cookies, when he stops.

""What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing." he mutters. "I haven't been right since that day at three a.m."

"Maybe the cookies will help." I urge.

He shakes his head and bites into the cookie.

I watch with wide eyes as he eats all of the cookie.

"How do you feel?" I ask when he finished.

"That cookie was really good." he then leans over me, peering into my eyes. "And have you always had those little gray flecks in your eyes?"

He gives back the bag and practically dances away.

It worked. He'll be mine forever.