Bonding
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Y/N's Pov:

I picked Spring off the floor as his arm was badly wounded by [REDACTED INFORMATION].

"You're a dumbass for doing that!" I said worried but also half chuckling at his stupid save. "Ouch...Next time I need to land on something softer..." he whined. "So is it okay for me to catch you now?" I teased to which he just gave me a quiet growl.

"Atleast you're not hurt, right?" he asked concerned.

"So you're worried about me now, huh?" I teased. His eyes widened and he took a step back once he realized he was actually really worried about me. "N-no! You're a Fazbear Entertainment high v-valued staff m-member! It was my duty to protect y-you!" he stuttered but winced a bit when he crossed his arms while looking away with his eyes closed.

"You know that [REDACTED INFORMATION]" I said which now left him with no response to the blatant fact. "....okmaybeiwasalittleworriedbutnotthatmuchabout" he muttered quickly as I was barely able to understand anything. I just giggled a bit before I focused back on to Freddy.

He was in poor condition after [REDACTED INFORMATION]. His glasses were shattered and so i'm the only one he can see, though he won't have that problem for long after I had discovered [REDACTED INFORMATION].

Looking into the jar, it seems like he's a lot more stable and i'm his owner now after [REDACTED INFORMATION].

I focused myself back to Freddy.
I turned him to face me rather than the others who were around the area. I saw as the bear was slowly waking up. Before he could say a word, I saw as Jason ran up to us.
"Freddy! Y/N! Are you two okay?" he said.

"Jason don't look!" I yelled but before I could stop him, he stood infront of us. Freddy and Jason both made eye contact and for a second I saw the same blue hue brighten up on Freddy, but it turned to a dark hue of blue before returning back to normal.

"Huh?" I said as Jason seemed to be unaffected as well. "How are you able to look at him?" I asked Jason. Before he could respond, Freddy jumped in. "That's....quite a long story..." Freddy said slowly sounding not so great.

"Freddy just relax for now." I said as he looked quite...sad. Jason saw this and faced towards me. "Uhhh, It's best if we talk under better circumstances." Jason said clearing throat.

Getting up, Freddy began to also get up as he leaned on Jason. They both gave eachother a look that I can't seem to quite understand. They both walked out of the room.

I looked at the others around....
The aftermath of it all was...quite heated i'd say. We all got out in time before it happened except for [REDACTED INFORMATION].

Despite them being the people who got us in this situation in the first place, I know that they all had their reasons for doing what they did....

Hopefully Henry can close this [REDACTED INFORMATION].

I looked at the others.
Henry was [REDACTED INFORMATION]
Jason and Freddy were [REDACTED INFORMATION].

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̷̧̨̨̡̠̰̙̭͍̦̠͕̺̫̘̰̠͊͊͒́̀̌̆̎̿͛͊͐͜͝Ḯ̷̧̨̢̧̗̫̯̼͚̠̤̰͇̳͙͍̮̰̘̫̮͖̲̤̣̅͂̋́͛̓͒͋̍͜͜͝N̴̡̡̼̤̰̥̙͕̳̞̦̤̩͈͚̼̲̬̭͎̰̫̦͓̼͙͉͖̅̀̽̊̏͛͝ͅͅF̸̡̨̨̧̥̥͍͎̮̭̻͙̪͓̻͍̻̖͈̞̦̓̉̄̊̃̌́̄́͑̓̀̓̉̋̀͋̋̓̎̈́̀͘͜ͅƠ̸̧̡̙͕̦̖̬̼̥͉̬̝͊͌͋̿̑́̔̊̽͛́͛͒̈́̈́̽̎̈͊͘͠R̸̨̢̛͙̻͓͇̱̱̖̥͈̻̱̬̯͖̟̰͎̠̣͈̳̫͖͓̙̗̬͕͖̥̥͌̃̒̉̇̎̉̄̔͋̾̊́̂͛̆̌̈́̑̆̃́̚͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅM̶̢̡̡̛͕̮̗̫͍̽̄̂̔̑͊̏̀̿̇͐͆̄̎̐͆̈́͛̔̽̇͋̕͘͘͝A̷̧̧̨̛͉̣͚̗̤̟̼̭̍̓͌͋̒̓̽͒̄͑̓̀͑̓̃̅͗͑͊̀͋͗͋̽̌͒̚͜͝͝͠T̸̨̢̛͕̻̩̤̙̠̮̮͕̭̻͕̗͉̪̍͗͋́͑́̋̂̽͘ͅĨ̴̧̧̫͈̬̙̺͚͙̰͙͕͉͖̮̹͇͕̣̥̦̹̻̰͕͈̖͙͉̑́̀̾͋͜ͅO̷̢̡̞̜̻̼̥̠͚̮̖̭̻̞̟̹̣̜̼̼̻̬̜͖͕̬̯̱͚̎́̒̄̄͑̍́͌͋̈́̎̈̿̽̃̆̔̃̊̿͒́͛͋́̆̇̍̓̐̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅN̶̨̨̹̩̗̠͔͖̳̽͊͝]̴̛̖͈̯̗̫͎̣͓̝͎͓͕͑͊̂̈́̏̄̍͑̇͆̀́̉͗̎̎̏͛̓̈̈́̈́̍̆̑͊̽͐̓͗́̃͝͝͝͠ͅ[̸̢̡̡̛̦̯̦̩̜̩͓̤̗͓̣͔̳̱͉̱̲̘͍͍̤̹̮̟͒͒̍̆̅̎͛̾̆͌̒̎̕͠͝͝ͅṚ̸̨̧̨̛̙̮̲͕̹̻̼̬͕̹̺̟̲͓̦̗̗̗̞̯͔̩͍͙͇̰́̏̄͑̎̂̾̓̐̉́̀̾̕̕͜͝Ę̶̨̡͎̫͙̰̯͙̪̝̺̜͎̖̞̟̗͍̤͂́̐̀̄́͝͝Ḏ̴̢̛̙̱̘͙̲̪̤̣̥̈́̊̅́̓̇̌̂̒̾̋̈́̏̿̒͌̐̎̈́̆̊̕̚̚͝À̷̜̲͓̤̥̠̜͔͙̲͇̬̲͂̐̽͋̉̽́́͌̇ͅĊ̷̻͠T̸̢̢̨̛͎͇͚̜̬̰̗̞̝͇̩͙̥̫̩̦̳̙̥̤͚̳̻̹̋͐͗̂̕ͅͅE̵͖̽̾̿̃̃͌̈̎̆͘Ḑ̵̷̨̧̨̨̡̱̦̳͔̗̜̬͍͕̜̲̪̻̰̣̬͍̺̦̭̥̠̰̙̭͍̦̠͕̺̫̘̰̠̔̋̈́̎͌̀͒̈́͗͒͊͊͒́̀̌̆̎̿͛͊͐̕͜͝ͅͅḮ̷̧̨̢̧̗̫̯̼͚̠̤̰͇̳͙͍̮̰̘̫̮͖̲̤̣̅͂̋́͛̓͒͋̍͜͜͝N̴̡̡̼̤̰̥̙͕̳̞̦̤̩͈͚̼̲̬̭͎̰̫̦͓̼͙͉͖̅̀̽̊̏͛͝ͅͅF̸̡̨̨̧̥̥͍͎̮̭̻͙̪͓̻͍̻̖͈̞̦̓̉̄̊̃̌́̄́͑̓̀̓̉̋̀͋̋̓̎̈́̀͘͜ͅƠ̸̧̡̙͕̦̖̬̼̥͉̬̝͊͌͋̿̑́̔̊̽͛́͛͒̈́̈́̽̎̈͊͘͠R̸̨̢̛͙̻͓͇̱̱̖̥͈̻̱̬̯͖̟̰͎̠̣͈̳̫͖͓̙̗̬͕͖̥̥͌̃̒̉̇̎̉̄̔͋̾̊́̂͛̆̌̈́̑̆̃́̚͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅM̶̢̡̡̛͕̮̗̫͍̽̄̂̔̑͊̏̀̿̇͐͆̄̎̐͆̈́͛̔̽̇͋̕͘͘͝A̷̧̧̨̛͉̣͚̗̤̟̼̭̍̓͌͋̒̓̽͒̄͑̓̀͑̓̃̅͗͑͊̀͋͗͋̽̌͒̚͜͝͝͠T̸̨̢̛͕̻̩̤̙̠̮̮͕̭̻͕̗͉̪̍͗͋́͑́̋̂̽͘ͅĨ̴̧̧̫͈̬̙̺͚͙̰͙͕͉͖̮̹͇͕̣̥̦̹̻̰͕͈̖͙͉̑́̀̾͋͜ͅO̷̢̡̞̜̻̼̥̠͚̮̖̭̻̞̟̹̣̜̼̼̻̬̜͖͕̬̯̱͚̎́̒̄̄͑̍́͌͋̈́̎̈̿̽̃̆̔̃̊̿͒́͛͋́̆̇̍̓̐̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅN̶̨̨̹̩̗̠͔͖̳̽͊͝]̴̛̖͈̯̗̫͎̣͓̝͎͓͕͑͊̂̈́̏̄̍͑̇͆̀́̉͗̎̎̏͛̓̈̈́̈́̍̆̑͊̽͐̓͗́̃͝͝͝͠ͅṚ̸̨̧̨̛̙̮̲͕̹̻̼̬͕̹̺̟̲͓̦̗̗̗̞̯͔̩͍͙͇̰́̏̄͑̎̂̾̓̐̉́̀̾̕̕͜͝Ę̶̨̡͎̫͙̰̯͙̪̝̺̜͎̖̞̟̗͍̤͂́̐̀̄́͝͝Ḏ̴̢̛̙̱̘͙̲̪̤̣̥̈́̊̅́̓̇̌̂̒̾̋̈́̏̿̒͌̐̎̈́̆̊̕̚̚͝À̷̜̲͓̤̥̠̜͔͙̲͇̬̲͂̐̽͋̉̽́́͌̇ͅĊ̷̻͠T̸̢̢̨̛͎͇͚̜̬̰̗̞̝͇̩͙̥̫̩̦̳̙̥̤͚̳̻̹̋͐͗̂̕ͅͅE̵͖̽̾̿̃̃͌̈̎̆͘Ḑ̵̨̱̦̳͔̗̜̬͍͕̜̲̪̻̰̣̬͍̺̦̭̥̔̋̈́̎͌̀͒̈́͗͒̕ͅͅ ̷̧̨̨̡̠̰̙̭͍̦̠͕̺̫̘̰̠͊͊͒́̀̌̆̎̿͛͊͐͜͝Ḯ̷̧̨̢̧̗̫̯̼͚̠̤̰͇̳͙͍̮̰̘̫̮͖̲̤̣̅͂̋́͛̓͒͋̍͜͜͝N̴̡̡̼̤̰̥̙͕̳̞̦̤̩͈͚̼̲̬̭͎̰̫̦͓̼͙͉͖̅̀̽̊̏͛͝ͅͅF̸̡̨̨̧̥̥͍͎̮̭̻͙̪͓̻͍̻̖͈̞̦̓̉̄̊̃̌́̄́͑̓̀̓̉̋̀͋̋̓̎̈́̀͘͜ͅƠ̸̧̡̙͕̦̖̬̼̥͉̬̝͊͌͋̿̑́̔̊̽͛́͛͒̈́̈́̽̎̈͊͘͠R̸̨̢̛͙̻͓͇̱̱̖̥͈̻̱̬̯͖̟̰͎̠̣͈̳̫͖͓̙̗̬͕͖̥̥͌̃̒̉̇̎̉̄̔͋̾̊́̂͛̆̌̈́̑̆̃́̚͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅM̶̢̡̡̛͕̮̗̫͍̽̄̂̔̑͊̏̀̿̇͐͆̄̎̐͆̈́͛̔̽̇͋̕͘͘͝A̷̧̧̨̛͉̣͚̗̤̟̼̭̍̓͌͋̒̓̽͒̄͑̓̀͑̓̃̅͗͑͊̀͋͗͋̽̌͒̚͜͝͝͠T̸̨̢̛͕̻̩̤̙̠̮̮͕̭̻͕̗͉̪̍͗͋́͑́̋̂̽͘ͅĨ̴̧̧̫͈̬̙̺͚͙̰͙͕͉͖̮̹͇͕̣̥̦̹̻̰͕͈̖͙͉̑́̀̾͋͜ͅO̷̢̡̞̜̻̼̥̠͚̮̖̭̻̞̟̹̣̜̼̼̻̬̜͖͕̬̯̱͚̎́̒̄̄͑̍́͌͋̈́̎̈̿̽̃̆̔̃̊̿͒́͛͋́̆̇̍̓̐̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅN̶̨̨̹̩̗̠͔͖̳̽͊͝]̴̛̖͈̯̗̫͎̣͓̝͎͓͕͑͊̂̈́̏̄̍͑̇͆̀́̉͗̎̎̏͛̓̈̈́̈́̍̆̑͊̽͐̓͗́̃͝͝͝͠ͅ[̸̢̡̡̛̦̯̦̩̜̩͓̤̗͓̣͔̳̱͉̱̲̘͍͍̤̹̮̟͒͒̍̆̅̎͛̾̆͌̒̎̕͠͝͝ͅṚ̸̨̧̨̛̙̮̲͕̹̻̼̬͕̹̺̟̲͓̦̗̗̗̞̯͔̩͍͙͇̰́̏̄͑̎̂̾̓̐̉́̀̾̕̕͜͝Ę̶̨̡͎̫͙̰̯͙̪̝̺̜͎̖̞̟̗͍̤͂́̐̀̄́͝͝Ḏ̴̢̛̙̱̘͙̲̪̤̣̥̈́̊̅́̓̇̌̂̒̾̋̈́̏̿̒͌̐̎̈́̆̊̕̚̚͝À̷̜̲͓̤̥̠̜͔͙̲͇̬̲͂̐̽͋̉̽́́͌̇ͅĊ̷̻͠T̸̢̢̨̛͎͇͚̜̬̰̗̞̝͇̩͙̥̫̩̦̳̙̥̤͚̳̻̹̋͐͗̂̕ͅͅE̵͖̽̾̿̃̃͌̈̎̆͘Ḑ̵̷̨̧̨̨̡̱̦̳͔̗̜̬͍͕̜̲̪̻̰̣̬͍̺̦̭̥̠̰̙̭͍̦̠͕̺̫̘̰̠̔̋̈́̎͌̀͒̈́͗͒͊͊͒́̀̌̆̎̿͛͊͐̕͜͝ͅͅḮ̷̧̗̫̯̼͚̠̅͂̋́͛̓͒͋̍͝N̴̡̡̼̤̰̥̙͕̳̞̦̤̩͈͚̼̲̬̭͎̰̫̦͓̼͙͉͖̅̀̽̊̏͛͝ͅͅF̸̡̨̨̧̥̥͍͎̮̭̻͙̪͓̻͍̻̖͈̞̦̓̉̄̊̃̌́̄́͑̓̀̓̉̋̀͋̋̓̎̈́̀͘͜ͅƠ̸̧̡̙͕̦̖̬̼̥͉̬̝͊͌͋̿̑́̔̊̽͛́͛͒̈́̈́̽̎̈͊͘͠R̸̨̢̛͙̻͓͇̱̱̖̥͈̻̱̬̯͖̟̰͎̠̣͈̳̫͖͓̙̗̬͕͖̥̥͌̃̒̉̇̎̉̄̔͋̾̊́̂͛̆̌̈́̑̆̃́̚͘͜͝͠ͅͅͅM̶̢̡̡̛͕̮̗̫͍̽̄̂̔̑͊̏̀̿̇͐͆̄̎̐͆̈́͛̔̽̇͋̕͘͘͝A̷̧̧̨̛͉̣͚̗̤̟̼̭̍̓͌͋̒̓̽͒̄͑̓̀͑̓̃̅͗͑͊̀͋͗͋̽̌͒̚͜͝͝͠T̸̨̢̛͕̻̩̤̙̠̮̮͕̭̻͕̗͉̪̍͗͋́͑́̋̂̽͘ͅĨ̴̧̧̫͈̬̙̺͚͙̰͙͕͉͖̮̹͇͕̣̥̦̹̻̰͕͈̖͙͉̑́̀̾͋͜ͅO̷̢̡̞̜̻̼̥̠͚̮̖̭̻̞̟̹̣̜̼̼̻̬̜͖͕̬̯̱͚̎́̒̄̄͑̍́͌͋̈́̎̈̿̽̃̆̔̃̊̿͒́͛͋́̆̇̍̓̐̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͝ͅN̶̨̨̹̩̗̠͔͖̳̽͊͝]̴̛̖͈̯̗̫͎̣͓̝͎͓͕͑͊̂̈́̏̄̍͑̇͆̀́̉͗̎̎̏͛̓̈̈́̈́̍̆̑͊̽͐̓͗́̃͝͝͝͠ͅ[̸̢̡̡̛̦̯̦̩̜̩͓̤̗͓̣͔̳̱͉̱̲̘͍͍̤̹̮̟͒͒̍̆̅̎͛̾̆͌̒̎̕͠͝͝ͅṚ̸̨̧̨̛̙̮̲͕̹̻̼̬͕̹̺̟̲͓̦̗̗̗̞̯͔̩͍͙͇̰́̏̄͑̎̂̾̓̐̉́̀̾̕̕͜͝Ę̶̨̡͎̫͙̰̯͙̪̝̺̜͎̖̞̟̗͍̤͂́̐̀̄́͝͝Ḏ̴̢̛̙̱̘͙̲̪̤̣̥̈́̊̅́̓̇̌̂̒̾̋̈́̏̿̒͌̐̎̈́̆̊̕̚̚͝À̷̜̲͓̤̥̠̜͔͙̲͇̬̲͂̐̽͋̉̽́́͌̇ͅĊ̷̻͠T̸̢̢̨̛͎͇͚̜̬̰̗̞̝͇̩͙̥̫̩̦̳̙̥̤͚̳̻̹̋͐͗̂̕ͅͅE̵͖̽̾̿̃̃͌̈̎̆͘Ḑ̵̨̱̦̳͔̗̜̬͍͕̜̲̪̻̰̣̬͍̺̦̭̥̔̋̈́̎͌̀͒̈́͗͒̕ͅͅ 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You have yet to reach this. Your journey is not over just yet.....You can still achieve this result and the happy ending you want....Choose your choices carefully and maybe you'll find your desired end. There is a slight chance you could find an even better outcome...but that comes with sacrifices...doesn't it?

This voice spoke in my head and whatever I just saw had disappeared. I wanted to talk, but I couldn't and neither could I see my own body either.

Oh. You must not be able to speak....
It seems your body doesn't register here. You may not see me nor may you see yourself, but all I can tell you is choose to do the right thing....

I don't know who this mysterious person was but I nodded....or atleast tried to?

I see...
All that is left to say is one thing.
The blue room.

Blue room? What blue room?
A light flashed in my face causing me to force my eyes shut.
"Y/N?"

Springtrap's Pov:

"Please don't hurt me!" I yelled out in a panic closing my eyes shut as Y/N approached me.
"......." Y/N said nothing while pulling out the daggers pinning me to the wall.

"....oh" I said realizing he was just taking out the daggers making me feel stupid again. We stood in an awkward silence as he finally got the daggers out.

Usually I would save these daggers but the soul knife messed them up pretty bad specifically so that I couldn't just pull myself off. It was still possible but I wouldn't want to rip my own coat...

Since I was the last temporary owner of that soul knife, it can predict my own movements before I could even begin to think of it. Now that Y/N seems to be the permanent owner, it's his and no one else's....

It feels so weird for ME being the scared one when I supposedly kidnapped this guy. "Soooo....." I said wanting to start conversation with this Y/N guy but failing at actually finding a subject to talk about.

Y/N was silent and he wouldn't talk. He just stared at me...It was...unnerving to say the least. "Y/N?" I asked as he seemed to focus back and stopped staring at me.

"Huh?" he said back to how he was before. "You...umm, doing ok?" I asked. "Yeah, I guess I was just deep in thought." he said making me raise an eyebrow.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked.
"I...I don't know...I can't seem to remember what I was even thinking about..." he said seeming sincere about not remembering anything. That makes two of us.

"Well...right now seems really awkward..." I said not being able to stay cool or controlled.
I should really be better than this but staying focused on being cool right now is going horrible.

"Hey, is there a way out because I saw that the food in this place's pantry was restocked recently." Y/N asked out of nowhere. "Hm? Oh! The only exit to this place is a pass that a supply dropper has to give me materials and other stuff that I need to survive and do my job. It can only be accessed from outside and so it's impossible for you and I to get out of here." I explained happily knowing I was able to finally have a conversation with him.

"So that means if I want to escape this place then i'd have to wait for this supply dropper to open the door?" Y/N asked. As hesitant as I was to answer, he was a higher up in the system which means I can be penalized for refusing any request by a higher up, but I won't get penalized if I help him.

"Pretty much. It only passes at the beggining of every month and it had just passed yesterday so you're pretty much stuck here till then." I said and Y/N sighed.

"If i'm going to stay here for about a month then I might as well get to know you." Y/N said reaching out his hand. "Let's just pretend none of this happened, ok?" he said.

.....

"Handshakes are overused." I groaned trying to go into my persona again to save face. As I looked at Y/N, he seemed to be smirking at my statement. "Uh huh...So i'm guessing Mr.Edgelord here doesn't receive hugs either" Y/N said pulling up chairs for the both of us.

"......" I closed my eyes and let out a huff.

After what seemed like minutes, I decided to get up from my chair and head towards the door. "Where are you going?" he asked.

".....None of your business" I said heading out. Usually keeping this persona isn't that hard but Y/N somehow makes it hard to keep it up....

....Why am I even genuinely thinking about it? I walked into the kitchen since I haven't eaten for who knows how long. As I walked in, I noticed that Y/N rummaged through the whole kitchen....AND LEFT EVERY FUCKING CABINET OPEN!

I let out a groan and moved over to the cabinets to begin closing them. I spotted a box of pancake mix. As much as I wanted pancakes, I couldn't cook shit and I would definitely burning this place down if I tried. Half of my stocked supplies given to me each month consist of food needing to be cooked so I usually just ration my food well but with Y/N here it's going to be a bit of a problem.

I sighed and closed the last cabinet. I walked into the food pantry and grabbed myself a granola bar. When I walked out I saw that Y/N had started opening the cabinets once again trying to look for something.

"The hell are you doing." I groaned and Y/N turned around to see me. "Oh, I was thinking of maybe making some proper food rather than just eating little snacks and stuff." he replied.

"Heh, good luck trying to cook, it's harder than it looks y'know." I said as Y/N's incompetence was amusing. "Are you telling me you don't know how to cook~" Y/N teased as I came to realize that Y/N probably knows how to cook and I just made a fool out of myself......

I closed my eyes and crossed my arms trying not to let out any reaction that could amuse him even more. "I do...I just struggle to do some complex cooking." I grumbled.

Y/N left it off at that. He probably already guessed that I can't cook, but nothing I can do to change that now...

I watched as Y/N placed the box of pancake mix I was looking at earlier onto the table. I would be lying if I said I wasn't somewhat happy or excited. "Springtrap, get up." Y/N said confusing me. "Huh?" I said and I stood up without realizing I did.

"You're going to help me make these pancakes. It IS very simple to make so i'd doubt they would go wrong, right?" Y/N said with a smirk. I responded with one of my own appearing confident but I felt like disintegrating right there.

"Cool, let's start then." Y/N said. I'm confident Y/N doesn't notice my nervousness. I'm really great at acting and I think they are coming to good use right now. He doesn't suspect a thing.

Y/N's Pov:

I could so tell that Springtrap was nervous as hell. I could cook a decent meal but it looks like Springtrap couldn't cook a thing.

I've learned to detect people's emotions easily since I saw Freddy. He has glasses on almost 24/7 which was hard to see any emotion he had but i've gotten so used to it that anyone without glasses is like a thousand times easier.

For Springtrap's sake i'm going to leave him with the mixing while I make the pancakes in the pan. "Alright, so first let's try to make the pancake mix, got it?" I said and Springtrap nodded.

Springtrap looked a bit unsure at first but he eventually started pouring the dry pancake mix into a big plastic bowl. He started to pour the water into the mixing bowl. Usually I would use milk but because of the lack of a refrigerator and milk, water would have to do for now.

Springtrap did surprisingly well in balancing between liquid and pancake mix without even glancing at any instructions. The consistency was really nice. "Nice. The consistency is really nice!" I complimented him.

He gave me a smirk. "Well of course, I can do many things." he said but that didn't last long. "Great! You can help me with making the pancakes. It'd go twice as fast." I said and I saw how his smirk faded faster than I could blink.

"O-oh. Y-yeah of course!" he agreed which made atleast gave me a chance to teach him how to actually cook.

"Great!" I said taking out 2 pans out from one of the cabinets. I set them down on the stove before turning them on at medium heat. "Alright, do you have any butter around here?" I asked looking around. "Uhh, yeah I think I remember butter being brought here. I think it's somewhere in the pantry." he replied.

I nodded and checked inside the food pantry. At first I didn't see any but then I spotted a container of butter on the top shelf. Why the fuck is it so high up.

I don't think Springtrap or I can even reach up there, unless...

"Hey Springtrap can you come over here, I need some help!" I yelled out and the rabbit peeked through the room. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Can you give me a lift? Somehow the butter is stuck all the way up there." I said pointing to the container of salted butter. "Shit...How did the suppliers even reach there-WAIT YOU WANT ME TO LIFT YOU?!" he said once processing my request.

"Yeah, can you do that or would you rather I carry you?" I said to which he hesitated to answer. "I'll get it myself...." he mumbled walking out and coming back with a chair. Even with the chair, his arms would probably just be barely able to reach them.

He got on the chair and inch by inch moved the container closer towards the edge before he finally got a grip on it. "See? Look how easy that wa-AAAS!" he said before tripping on the chair and falling back.

I don't know how I managed but I was able to catch Springtrap in my arms as he held the container close to him. He was clearly shaken. "Are you okay?" I asked before he started flailing in my arms like a kid causing both of us to fall down.

"Ow! You dumbass!" I yelled with a chuckle not expecting that reaction from him. "D-don't touch me like that!" he huffed out.
"What was I suppose to do? Let you fall?" I said with a smirk. "Yes, but you're way too stupid to actually understand that. You don't understand me!" he said like an average teen in their "emo" phase.

"Well you know what I do understand?"
"What?" he asked.
"That you have a bad HAREline" I said randomly for no reason at all except for wanting to make a pun that has been in my head for a while.
"....."
"....."
We both stayed silent but our quiet snickers didn't stay like that forever. We ended up bursting out in laughter at my horrible pun. "What the fuck that was an awful pun!" Springtrap laughed out loud. "Shut up! Like you could do better!" I laughed back.

For the next 5 minutes or so we sat on the floor trying to see who can come up with a good pun. Turns out none of us could actually say something good.

"Ok ok ok....we should probably go back to making pancakes, shouldn't we?" I said and the rabbit seemed sad for a second. "Oh right. Yeah let's go. I'm now realizing how fucking hungry I am..." he groaned.

"Alright, let's take the butter and get back" I said taking the container of butter in one hand and helping Springtrap off the floor with the other.

Back To School
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Jason's Pov:

Fuck....
Yesterday was...just so much to process. Freddy was so hostile after we found out about Y/N...I couldn't blame him. He was much closer to Y/N on a personal level and having 2 people really close to him die must have gotten to him....

"I-......Is that really it though?" I said.
"It seems to be...but Jason...Believe me when I say this...." Freddy began.

"If no one were here at this moment...I would do the one thing that my brother did right now." he said in his most serious voice i've heard him use. I was at a loss for words.

....
He wasn't serious though...was he?
"Jason?" I heard Gerold say as I finally was aware of my surroundings. "Oh. Hi Gerold...." I mumbled and he could clearly see I wasn't fine.

"I-it's alright. I heard about what happened to...Y/N. It really did happen...didn't it."Gerold said to which I nodded. "And is it true Katrina was found guilty?" he asked to which I nodded once again.

"Sorry for not being there...I have to head to my class right now. Just know you can talk to me if you need too." he said and I gave him a half hearted smile and a thumbs up.

Once he was gone, the little happiness I had at the moment disappeared...
Reaching over to my own class session, I walked in and saw as I arrived a little early. Only a few other students and the our professor were there.

Luckily our professor, Mr. Oswald, was one of the most flexible and chilled people here at school. He could honestly look like a student from this school if he had changed his suit for some casual clothes.

He noticed me walk in and called me over to his desk. When I got over to him, he looked concerned. "Jason? What are you doing here?" he asked me.

"What do you mean?" I replied not knowing why I wouldn't be here. "I heard about what happened yesterday. Are you ok?" he asked reminding me more of the events that took place yesterday.

"Yeah i'm fine..." I said but Mr. Oswald didn't seem to be convinced. "You're clearly not. You're not going to be able to focus in class. It's best you take a mental health day and i'll just send you the notes for today's class in an email." he said to which I wasn't against but at the same time what would I do.

"I don't think that...." I said before pausing and thinking about what would Freddy be feeling right now. "....Fine." I replied and Mr. Oswald seemed to be pleased with my answer.

"I'll also ask the school to not show any more of the school's newspaper mentioning the events that happened yesterday." he said before I gave him a smile and waved goodbye.

As I walked off campus, I knew what I wanted to do. I don't know why but I couldn't accept Y/N's death. I didn't want to...

I need to talk with Freddy, but the hard part would be trying to convince him....
I'm also worried he may do something drastic if no one is there to watch him.

Instead of walking back to my apartment, I decided to take the closest bus to take me to the pizzeria. I don't believe that's how Y/N died...
It's not over just yet.

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pdate Next Day:

I WAS SO SLEEPY WHEN WRITING THIS I FORGOT TO ADD A SKETCH.
Idk how you guys would see Springtrap.
But basically, he's got a coat, with straps and straps of dagger. A belt made out of daggers as well.

He's got an eye patch for reasons he won't say yet but here ig.

Looks kinda shitty but I just went with this cuz I can't draw for shit sometimes.