This chapter may have some Trigger Warnings as they do talk about some topics that could be sensitive to others.

I just want to say that I do not joke about sensitive topics and Im only using them because in reality these things do happen.
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Springtrap's Pov:

I was hesitant to go to school but it's honestly better than staying at home with my parents. I stood up still feeling the pain from my leg. I walked up to the mirror in my bedroom and took of the bandages. There wasn't much of anything other than a stitch that was pretty visible. I've always used makeup supplies to cover up wounds and bruises and it was very easy to handle. I grabbed some makeup that matched my skin color and was covering it just enough so that it isn't visible at first glance. My leg was no problem. All I had to do was take off the cast and walk it off. Sometimes I don't ever feel the pain when it should. I get worried about how that is possible but I don't mind it since it prevents me from feeling pain. I pack up my things to find that I didn't have my sketchbook. SHIT I LEFT IT IN GOLDIE'S CAR!

Goldie's Pov:

I woke up this morning to see that Freddy already left for school since he has this program that is early in the morning. I wake up to find my parent's still sleeping. Looks like im alone this morning. I look at the time and it was 7:25. I still had time to eat breakfast. I walked into the kitchen. All of a sudden Springtrap pops into my mind. Get out of my head you dumbass rabbit.
I quickly realized that he wouldn't go to school today because of yesterday's incident.

I shrugged as it would be awkward to see him after yesterday's incident....

I finished my cereal and went off into my car. I was buckling in my seatbelt as I noticed a book in the passenger seat.

Property Of Springtrap

He must have left this when I drove him home last night. The anticipation was killing me so I opened it

It was a sketchbook. Some drawings were badly drawn or roughly sketched but some looked...good! Amazing even!

I never knew Springtrap was so good at drawing. I was looking at all the sketches. As I was nearing and closer towards the end, I saw something. For some odd reason Springtrap liked to label his sketches. What suprised me was that it was labeled....yesterday.

Goldie and Me
May, 15 2023
7:09am

I looked once again at the drawing. It looked like we were at the park a few blocks away from the school since the statue and water fountain were in the background.It was really detailed and I was kissing him...

I was sketched perfectly!

It even had the tiny scar on my neck. It was really well drawn and I stood there shocked. I looked in the rearview mirror to find myself blushing.

It then hit me, and I just felt a pit at the bottom of my stomach. He liked me...

And all I did was treat him like shit...

I quickly shut the sketchbook and set it down back where it was. The sketch was on my mind the whole way I drove to school. I felt my throat close up everytime I thought about the drawing. Why is this bugging me so much?
Do I like him back?

I moved the thought out of my head as I walked into the building. Out of the corner of my eye I see Springtrap running towards me. I was shocked to see him. His bandages were gone and he was moving his leg like if nothing happened. He stopped infront of me trying to catch his breath.

"Goldie *pants* By any chance have you *pants* seen my sketchbook." he said with tired breathing.

I pulled out the sketchbook that I had in my hands and he snatched it.This little motherfucker.

"YOU DIDN'T LOOK AT IT DID YOU!" he said nervously.

"Why is there something there you don't wanna show me?" I said trying to not think of the book anymore.

"N-no" he said now blushing.

I saw over to my right to see Freddy glaring at me.

"Well see ya later I got to go" I said running towards the direction Freddy went to. I walked around the corner to get pulled into an empty classroom.

It was Freddy. He looked angry at me.

"What did mom and dad say!" he said screaming as I felt his spit on my face.

My mom and dad seem like nice people but they like to have things their way. I was told that one day I would marry a girl and have kids. I wasn't into the whole 'lets get married and have kids' bullshit. At the moment I am Asexual and Freddy knew that.

"Yea yea. Dont date a guy or I'll kill you. But I don't have feelings for him, I just feel bad after almost killing him. Im not heartless y'know" I said with an annoyed tone.

Freddy glared at me still looking pissed off.
He was always either glaring at me or looked at me with eyes that have the intent of killing. Guess it runs in the family.

He got off me but not as mad as before.
"You better hope so" Freddy grumbled.

My parents are Hitmen/Hitwomen? They wouldn't hesitate to kill or hurt us. That's actually why I have a scar on my neck. It came from that time in 7th grade when I became attracted to this guy. He had beautiful eyes and we would hang out together. I never got to meet any of his friends because Freddy had snitched on me and told my parents.

My parents were not happy about this and one night when my friend was out, my parents had killed him. They both came back with scratches on their face and they said that my crush was with one of his friends.

My parents described his friend to have eyes as dark as night and purple eyes that gave off a strong energy. That friend ended up escaping as he was about to kill his parents before he ran. I wished whoever that was would have killed my parents that night.

Ever since I haven't dated or even flirted with anyone since that day.

I would bully people so that they feared me in such a way that they would despise me. After a while it became a hobby that I couldn't stop.

I headed up to class and I have to talk to him.
I had to talk to Springtrap about his magically dissapearing wounds from yesterday.

Timeskip to lunch

I stayed in the bathroom until I heard Springtrap nearby and I pulled him into the bathroom. I grabbed his head and started searching for his cuts. I wasn't able to find any until I see a slight shade difference in a spot. I started to rub there and found stitches from the incident. I looked at my hand and found that it was makeup.

Had he done this all the time....

Had he used this everytime I abused him...

I looked down to see Springtrap was uncomftable in the position he was in. I quickly let go and just looked at my hands. I washed off the makeup on my hand.

"I guess you found out...." I heard Springtrap say.

Fearing that my suspicion was true felt horrible...

I ran out the bathroom trying not to cry about all the times he had just taken my hits and come back the next day fine.

He wasn't fine....

IM not fine.....

I went the whole day without wanting to get near Springtrap nor my brother.

I don't know what is wrong with my family.

Later that day I heard Springtrap call my name. I started to feel guilty again. Why does he not hate me. After everything, he still has the energy to confront me.

He suddenly grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom.

Ever since yesterday, I stopped hitting him knowing that it just makes his day harder than it is. As soon as I stop he acts like we're friends. I turn around to see him, he was blushing and twiddling his hands.

As soon as I saw his body language I knew what he was going to do. I also saw Freddy hiding behind a stall. No matter what I do, both of us are going to get hurt physically and/or mentally. Before I could leave or say anything he starts.

"Goldie, I know you hate me and I know this is hard for me to say but.....I love you!"

I wanted to speak but I saw something under one of the stalls. I could see brown fur behind one of the doors. I knew it was Freddy's and he is going to tell our mom and dad. I soon knew what was best both of us. It was the best option...but also the worst.

I.
Would.
Never.
Forgive Myself....

"Springtrap....listen" I started.

I saw a worried look that for once looked genuine and sincere. I struggled to continue.

"I...Don't Like you....like you like me." getting that sentence out caused him to start crying and run out. I faced the mirror as I saw Freddy come out of the stall. He was smirking. As he walked out I just went home.

I ignored my parents and I just walked into
my room. I felt so much guilt hit me.

⚠️TW: Self Harm⚠️
⚠️TW:Suicide⚠️

If these topics are too triggering for you then I recommend you go to the next chapter(if availible)
I do not joke about these topics but these things are real and could affect someone in your personal life without you knowing.
Two weeks later

I haven't seen Springtrap come to school in over a week. I started to feel myself become more distracted, depressed, anxious, and I notice that I had become less social since then. I knew Springtrap deserved more than what I can give.

After seeing how Springtrap affected my life...
I realized he's important to me.
I really had just treated him like shit.

Without noticing I realized I was piercing my skin with my claws again. I have been overwhelmed these last couple days. Without anyone's help I found a way to temporarily numb the pain. If I go deep enough I feel some sort of relief.

My habits haven't gotten any better, but now I always carry a pocket knife since it makes me feel a sense of security.

I started using hoodie and long sleeves recently because it's the only way I am able to hide my cuts without anyone noticing.

I walked outside my room to see Freddy playing video games in his room. I walked out to my backyard while doing tricks with my pocket knife.

I don't remember the last time I have actually seen the stars...

It reminded me of one of Springtrap's sketches. One of them were from the night sky with the stars. He would always draw the scenery in the background. I think he drew it on the hill near his house. I decided to walk over there since it had looked beautiful in the sketch.

I was halfway over to the hill to see a figure of some sort. It looks like they were doing something. I soon saw a shape of a rope. I felt like it was a bit odd to see someone holding a rope so I just watched to see what they were planning. They tied the rope to the tree. The idea finally clicked in my head of what they were doing. I started rushing towards the hill.

Whoever that is....
I don't know what you've been through, but this is not the best option
.......
Even if it feels as there isn't any other.

I chuckled to myself of the irony of me saying it.

I had reached the top of the hill to see that they were already hanging themselves.

I was too late.....

wait....MAYBE IM NOT!

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Leaving it at a cliff hanger because why the fuck not. Anyways I'll try to bring the next chapter soon so I dont leave(whoever decides to read this) in suspense for too long. Buuuuut yeah.