I didn't wait for him. It seems cruel to do so, but he said it himself. Until you stop hating Sammy, I'm not coming back.

Did he hate me, now? Did he hate her? 

I was interrupted by a text from my brother Freddy. 

F: You need to come home.

Me: Why?

F: Mom's home.

That's right. My mom was coming home today. My homophobic mom.

F: You know you can't tell her about Spring, right?

Me: I know that.

I had my reasons for not waiting. Maybe if I stayed longer I would have seen him come back. So many things could have happened had I not payed attention to my brother's texts.

If only.

~Le time skip!~

I would have been in the front room talking to Mom like Freddy was, but I was too busy hiding all the evidence of my relationship with Springtrap. The photo we took on the beach where he held my hand for the first time. The candle he gave me. Even the photograph of the so-called Triple S System, the private group with Springtrap, Sammy, and Sans. 

I shut the box holding the evidence. That's when my mom came in.

"Hi Goldie!" she chirped, unusually happy.

"Hi Mom." I respond, trying not to look suspicious. 

"Who's he?" I froze, looking to where my mom pointed.

It was a rather blurry picture of Spring as he danced in the park.

"Oh, um, that's my" I wasn't really thinking about this "friend."

"Can I meet him?" she asked.

My eyes widened. She's going to find out.

 Thanks for inspiring me to continue with this story, TheOTPs!