Unknown POV

It was quite early in the morning, Nick was off work but seemingly to work at home by cooking for a nice thanksgiving meal. Springtrap had his arms crossed over his chest as he watched Nick struggle reading the ingredients on a sweet potatoes can. Quite the sight to watch, just a tired father trying to read such fine small print.

Spingtrap looked to the table to see that he's left out the turkey to defrost, along with the rest of the ingredients for stuffing, green bean casserole, and quite a few other sides for a hefty meal. Now this made springtrap think for a while...why would Nick cook such a large meal if it was only him and Deliah? That's when it hit springtrap that, maybe they were having friends, family, or coworkers over!

Springtrap didn't seem to like that idea too much...last Christmas, they made him sit in the closet the whole day until they finally let him out to sit on the couch and say a few hellos before heading right back! He refused to go back to that closet, he dreaded the closet. Nick was given a cold glare to the back of his head as he added the marshmallows to the top of the sweet potatoes.

(I don't know how to make those, don't come after me for getting it wrong).

Springtrap took a step closer to Nick, getting close to his ear before gently whispering to not possibly wake up Deliah who was sleeping in the other room.
"Nickyyyyy, who's over this time?"
Nick tensed up a little before shoving Springtraps snout away from his ear before whisper yelling back...since springtrap was also whispering.
"Who do you think springtrap?!"
Nick was given a silent glare, he sighed to himself before facepalming and answering the question.
"Deliahs aunt, uncle, and their child who came lasts years Christmas, remember?"

Springtrap hummed quietly in response before nodding a little and grabbing a pie crust from off the counter.
"Fine then, how many pies and what kind do you plan on making, Nicky?"
Nick rolled his eyes before looking back at what he was working on before answering.
"2 pecan pies, 1 pumpkin pie, and a cherry pie for Deliah and her cousin."

There was silence for a moment before Nick turned his gaze to see Springtrap tying the "kiss the chef"  apron around waist. Seems like springtrap decided to help with the cooking.

A few hours passed, it was now close to the afternoon, the time relatives would show up to the door.

A soft sigh of relief escaped Nick when he finally set the table cloth on the table. Springtrap set the pies on that very table leaving a sweet scent of those very pies. Deliah by now was awake, dressed and out of her room admiring the pies hungerly.  Nick rubbed his face and lightly pulled on his hair from being a tid bit tired from staying up to cook, springtrap on the other hand was trying to get some of the pie crust out of the creases of his fingers.

The three sat on the couch for a while... waiting for the sound of crunching gravel in the driveway to show. Eventually of course, there came that sound, Nick and Deliah practically leaped up from the couch to greet them at the door. Springtrap on the other hand sighed a little before making his walk to the hallway closet.

It was hours! All springtrap heard from that closest was talking and laughing of Nick, Deliah and their family, he dreaded sitting in the closet. He couldn't help but feel left out, but then again he was just the robot right? More hours passed, by then it was dark out, and there was still plenty of laughing and talking. Springtrap was getting a bit fed up with it all, and he was starting to feel claustrophobic in that small closet.

The laughing and talking came to an end when the same sound of Gravel getting crushed by tires rung beautifully in Springtraps ears. He peeked out of the closet to see Nick standing in front of it with his arms crossed, he seemed to be in a better mood at the moment. Spingtrap laughed a bit nervously before existing the closet and stretching a little.

Nick sighed a little before pinching the bridge of his nose and speaking with slight annoyance present in his tone.
"Deliah wanted to thank you for being her friend, she just fell asleep before she could tell you."
Spingtrap couldn't help but grin at Nick for managing to actually speak to him at all!

Springtrap gave Nick a pat on the head before walking to the living room to maybe get rest himself from staying awake listening to peoples enjoyment as he sat out. Nick just huffed in annoyance before marching off to his room to rest his stomach after eating a nice meal.

Sorry this was short, I was trying to write based off what happened on my Thanksgiving day. Anyways, Happy Thanksgiving to whoever read this.