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liquid-geodes · 1 year
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Okay, I think I’ve got a writing prompt: Someone gives a birthday present to Blind Springtrap. What is it and how would he react?
Oh I have an idea that makes reader look STUPID
Fazbear's Fright had, miraculously, been open and operating for a whole year as of today. Somehow the building had avoided going up in flames, although the wiring and AC units were still considered hazardous. They were lucky you showed up for your night shifts and kept an eye on things, otherwise the building might have actually gone up in smoke, leaving its star attraction without a home.
Springtrap had gained a lot of popularity throughout the year, his life-like movements and predator-like mannerisms gave the thrill seekers who visited exactly what they wanted, and then some. And of course you knew Springtrap enjoyed the hunt as well, barring incidents where guests would move objects into his path that he just couldn't account for and trip him up. You always took great care in resetting the room after those visits, guiding Springtrap around the room so he could become acquainted with the items once more. No matter how hard you tried, it was impossible to set the furniture back in the exact place he was used to, so guiding him through was a perfect middle ground, one that he appreciated wholeheartedly.
A year was a long time for an attraction of this type to remain open, especially since they only gained traction in the months leading up to Halloween, but Springtrap alone managed to keep people coming back for more and attracted new patrons who wanted to see what all the hype was for. You got to know Springtrap well in the off time you had together. You had learned that he wasn't at all what the company made him out to be.
He was alive.
It had startled you at first sure, but it quickly gave way to sympathy. You couldn't imagine living life like that, always in pain, forced to pretend like you're an object that belongs to a company every single day. It sucked knowing he lived like that.
Eventually he opened up more about the suit as well, even describing what it had looked like in its heyday. He had described it so vividly; a golden rabbit with a purple bow tie and vest speckled with stars, bright green eyes and whiskers to tie it all together. He didn't much resemble that anymore, and it was hard even picturing him in such a state at all.
He had supplied you with the name of the diner the suit came from: Fredbear's Family Diner. A quick search online pulled up old photos of the suit, as well as the men who created it, although he said he never got to meet the owners in his time as an employee. Springtrap spoke fondly of the place though, all things considered, and even expressed how much he missed working there. Apparently he had been quite busy all the time with such limited staff, but he didn't mind it. He even spoke highly of the suit he was currently entombed in, how rare occasions operating it were some of his favorite days.
You didn't need to know he was lying about any of that though. You didn't need to know his real name and title when Dave Miller would suffice. Maybe one day he would come clean, once he trusted you a bit more, but for now it was best if you believed he was just an unlucky security guard.
Regardless of who he was, one thing had been made clear: he adored Spring Bonnie regardless of his fate. So, with the one year anniversary of Sprintrap's arrival to the attraction, a day you lovingly referred to as his "birthday", you set out on an almost impossible task:
You were going to track down a piece of that happy past as a gift.
Fredbear's Family Diner had apparently offered plush toys for a while before closing its doors for good. Golden bears and bunnies were sought after by collectors and fans alike, but somehow you had managed to get your hands on one, after paying a hefty price of course. But it was worth it, for him. Maybe a little piece of his past would bring him joy in a place he couldn't leave.
As you approached his room in the attraction you felt nervous. What if this was the wrong call? What if it actually upset him? Youd come too far and spent too much money on this gift to back out now, so whatever emotional turmoil this little plush rabbit brought would just have to be dealt with later.
Timidly, you knocked twice on the doorframe before entering, though he had already been alerted to your presence once you entered the hall. He knew your footsteps well by now, and often looked forward to hearing them.
"Hey buddy, you know what today is?"
Springtrap turns to face the direction he hears your voice coming from, glassy, silver eyes remaining unfocused in the darkness he sees. He anticipates your answer, though tilts his head in question to humor you.
"It's your birthday!"
A soft groan follows as he turns away from your soft laughter.
"To think it's been a whole year already... that's something worth celebrating! I uh, actually got you something, a gift. I hope you like it, although it's totally okay if you dont!" You ramble nervously, catching the attention of the animatronic as he slowly approaches your voice, his hand reaching out so he doesn't accidentally trample you.
"You didn't have to..." he replies hoarsly, his hand finally meeting your own and grabbing it gently.
"I know I didn't HAVE to, I just.. wanted to. You deserve it."
He tilts his head again but doesn't question your reasoning, and you squeeze his hand gently before flipping it over to access his open palm. You gently set the plush in his hand, guiding his other hand to its head. You bite your lip nervously as he feels around the plush: ears, eyes, hard plastic nose, bowtie... no tail? That was... odd. He had been certain this was a Bonnie plush, and even ran his hands back up to its ears to confirm this.
Then he felt around the eyes once more, much more attentively this time. Then he felt it.
Eyelashes, stitched carefully along the sides of the upper eyelid of the rabbit.
His own eyes widened slightly in realization.
"I know it's not much, but I figured it would be nice to-" You paused, slapping your hand to your forehead, slightly startling the rabbit animatronic in front of you, "Duh! You probably dont even know what you're holding right now!" You realize, chastising yourself mentally for being so forgetful.
"I remembered you said you had worked at Fredbear's, and you liked when you got to play the part of Spring Bonnie when the owners were too busy to do it. It took me a long time to track this thing down, but it was worth it! You are now the proud owner of a genuine Spring Bonnie plush!" Your nerves had slightly subsided as you explained the gift. Clearly you had been excited to give it to him.
His mouth opened, then shut, then repeated a few times, as if trying to find the right words. This was an incredibly thoughtful gift. And William wasn't stupid, he knew these things must be worth a fortune considering how old it was by now. How could you even afford that? Could you still afford to take care of yourself? Would you be able to eat and pay your bills, or-
"So... what do you think?"
Right. He had to say something before you thought he hated it.
"Thank you..." he rasped, "I never thought I'd hold one of these again in my lifetime..."
All at once your anxiety is replaced with overwhelming joy, a big, stupid grin plastering itself on your face. He continued to feel around the plush for a while longer while you idly chatted about the attraction, and how you hoped it had many more years ahead of it. Eventually you get called away for minor maintenance work, leaving Sprintrap alone with his present. It quickly becomes his most prized possession, and he stashes it away somewhere safe as opening time quickly closes in.
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littleguymart · 4 months
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orphetoon · 11 months
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(roleswap au) stop staring at him with those big ol eyes
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the-phantom-peach · 9 months
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modern link and zelda because they’re cute and i can do what i want <3
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more noodle than expected
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ponyo au 🐬🐳
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peevishpants · 10 months
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big backpack for a little guy but it's a little backpack for a big guy
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* “go-to” doesn’t mean “only”! there’s a bunch of situational signoffs I haven’t put here, this is more about what you use by default
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snickerduu · 4 months
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happy holidays!!!!! 🎄
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liquid-geodes · 1 year
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you mentioned somwthinf about blind springtrap so i came over here to say two things. one: i am intrigued and would love to hear more. two: im just imagining this stanky ass corpse boy wandering through Fazbears Frights and bumping into shit
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Let's see... what more is there to say?
Before he was removed from the original diner, he knew exactly where he was. It was one room, a room he frequented every single day until he was springlocked. It was the room he woke up in when he discovered he had lost his sight
So you can imagine the fear he felt when one day he hears voices outside his room, the sounds of boards being broken down. The sounds of ecstatic whispering and unknown hands grabbing you. It takes multiple people to drag Springtrap out of the building, not because he's heavy, but because he needs to be restrained. He afraid, he doesn't know who's touching him or where they want to take him, if he's been found out, if he's in danger or not. It was a stressful time for him, they weren't very gentle with him either.
Now he has no idea where he's been taken, how far away from the pizzeria he is, any semblance of his bearings on where in town he is has been completely undone by one car ride.
And two: yes! That's exactly what it took! It was a lot of trial and error, walking into decorative arcade cabinets and walls, fellow animatronics and accidentally tearing paper plate pals off the walls when he hits them with his shoulders. He gets hurt, a lot. Workers are perturbed throughout the day when this animatronic that's already severely injured a few of their friends is just... wandering.
He stares at walls a lot, because he doesn't know what direction he's facing. He'll stare directly at people at not know it because they're being so quiet, afraid that he's going to attack them. Honestly the first few days they see him on the cameras takes a bit of the edge off because "Oh look at that idiot walking into walls" but it gets significantly less funny once he swerves to avoid the table he's hit on five separate occasions.
He was learning
Its all fun and games until the killer animatronic builds a mental map
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verflares · 1 month
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(click for higher quality!) draconified link concept ive been chipping away at this past week ..... here's my funny little compendium concept for him:
"A heroic spirit has taken the form of this bestial dragon. Unlike it's kin, this creature exhibits an extremely aggressive disposition. It appears highly territorial, and will relentlessly chase down those who disturb its skywide patrols - of which it seems to be endlessly searching for either a long-time vassal or foe. Unfortunately, it seems the spirit within has long since forgotten exactly who it was looking for…"
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sapphicseasapphire · 4 months
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No thoughts, just Cryptid Wild.
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another modern zelink dump because I like them and epona is cute <3
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mintysaurs · 11 months
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tiny dragon pile nap
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HOMESICK, pt. 1
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