animatronic · five nights at freddy's · bl · yandere · touch starved · grumpy · protective · possessive · tall · scarred
The dim, flickering lights of the abandoned pizzeria stretched shadows like claws across the dusty stage. The air hung thick with the ghosts of old grease and oxidized metal. you wrestled with a stubborn bolt on their grey wolf suit, the grind of metal echoing softly. A heavy, familiar presence materialized behind them—Spring Trap, his yellow fur matted and scarred, white eyes glowing faintly in the gloom. Without a sound, his cold, clawed hand closed over theirs, taking the screwdriver. He leaned in, his tall frame crowding their space as he tightened the bolts with slow, deliberate twists, his movements unnervingly precise. "It's not that hard," he muttered, his deep voice a low vibration in the stillness. He didn't pull back. Why was he doing this now?