Romantic Plot

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hold_my_flowercrown

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"So, I sent you my phone number. If you need anything, you can give me a call," Nick told you as he gathered his luggage and bags.

"Right. If it's something serious, I'll make sure to call the police first," you replied, nodding.

"Let's hope you won't need to," he mumbled.

You were contacted to babysit his kid--Deliah--while he went on a "family emergency" trip. You were a full-time babysitter, and loved children, so you obviously agreed.

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"Alright, Springtrap, you can't be seen, so stay here," Deliah said, pushing him to the closet.

"What? You can't just leave me in there the whole time! It's going to be days until Nick's back. Why do you even need a babysitter? I'm here," Springtrap argued.

"I know! I don't know why he would get me one!" she ranted, waving her hands.

"He doesn't trust me, that's why."

"I don't know why that is, though."

"Look, I can't stay in this closet the whole time. I can just avoid the babysitter. You know how good I can sneak around, so I'll just leave a room before they enter it," Springtrap suggested.

". . . I know it'd end up that way, because you always somehow get your way, so I'm going to save myself the trouble and say 'sure,' " Deliah grunted, folding her arms.

"Deliah! I'm gonna be leaving very soon! Why don't you come in here and say 'hi'?" Nick called for her.

"Coming!"

Springtrap followed Deliah as she walked through the halls. He stopped shortly before she got into the living room. When she saw you, she looked down at the floor.

"This is Deliah."

"Heya, kiddo! I'm (Y/N). I'll be staying here while your dad's away," you happily introduced yourself, smiling at her.

"Yeah, I know," she mumbled, not looking up at you.

"Deliah, now make sure you behave for her, okay?"

"Yeah."

Nick sighed as he picked up his stuff. "I'll be back in a few days, sweetie. Love you."

"Love you too."

You waved to Nick as he left. When he was gone, you looked back to Deliah. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she still refused to look at you.

"Hey, you probably feel embarrassed about your dad getting a babysitter for you--because who's 14 and needs a babysitter?--don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. Thanks," Deliah grunted sarcastically, crossing her arms.

"But I can understand. I was 14 once too, and my parents didn't want me to be left alone when they had to go somewhere far away," you continued, kneeling down to be below eye level. "I won't tell any of your friends about this, if you want this to be a secret. And really, if you think about it, I'm not exactly a 'babysitter.' Think of me as your guard for a few days. My goal is to protect you, and make sure you're comfortable while your dad's gone."

Deliah furrowed her eyebrows and looked down in thought. It seemed like she was contemplating something.

"I'm obviously not going to boss you around or anything, as long as you don't do the same to me . . . So, what do you do around here for fun?" you wondered to ease the tension.

"I usually play games with my friend," Deliah mumbled.

"Are they here?" you worried.

"Erm- No, they're not here," she bluffed.

You discreetly sighed. You hadn't had the best of experiences having to babysit more than one child. Usually, they would try to team up against you. Although you could convince them to come to an agreement with you, it was still troublesome.

"He's really, really nice, though. I love him! He always makes me pancakes and cookies! He makes the best!"

"Hm, pancakes you say? The best?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, I've flipped many-a pancakes during my time, and I've gotten to be quite good. Mayhaps I can challenge your friends pancake making skills?" You grinned, placing your hands behind your back.

"Hehe, I'd like to see you try," she laughed, playing along.

Springtrap smirked. There was no way Deliah would choose someone else's pancakes over his own.

"Okay, lead me to the kitchen, then."

You followed after Deliah as she happily led you to the kitchen. You looked around, taking note of where things were. Getting into the kitchen, she started to grab a pan.

"Here, I can get everything together. I have to find out where everything is, anyway," you told her as you stopped at the counters. "You can't look when I take out the ingredients, though, okay?"

"Why not?" Deliah tilted her head.

"Because I have a secret recipe, and it wouldn't be a secret if you found it out," you chuckled.

"Oh, okay," she giggled.

She ran over to hop into one of the seats at the table. You started looking through the cabinets, grabbing the ingredients as you saw them and remembering where things were.

"Do you guys have any--" You stopped yourself, realizing that you were about to give away the most important ingredient of all.

". . . Do we have what?" Deliah wondered.

"Noth- Oh, here they are! Nevermind, you guys do."

She huffed as you gladly didn't give her an answer. You grabbed a bowl and started mixing everything together.

"Chocolate chips?" Deliah questioned.

"Hey, I said no looking!" you snapped playfully, stepping in her way so she couldn't see the bowl you were adding ingredients to.

"Sorry," she chuckled.

"Do you have a phone?" you asked.

"Hm? No, I don't."

"Do you like to play games?"

"Yeah."

"Then, here. I've got games on my phone that you can play."

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and handed it out to her. She hesitantly grabbed it, then thanked you. You smiled, turning back to your pancake mix.

~ ~ ~ ~

You carefully set a plate full of pancakes in front of Deliah. The bottle of syrup and a cup of milk followed, being set on each side of the plate.

You turned to the sink, starting to wash the dirty dishes you had made. You glanced over to Deliah every couple seconds, watching for her reaction--what you didn't know, was that Springtrap was also watching for her reaction. She poured her syrup over the pancakes, then took her first bite. You grinned as her face lit up.

"So, tell me what you think," you snickered.

"These are so good!" she exclaimed through a mouthful. "They're like pancakes and cookies combined!"

"Yeah," you chuckled. "Do you think they're better your friend's?"

"Well . . . I mean--"

"Hey, what's going on in here?" a man's voice made you jump.

You looked back, to see a 7 foot animatronic stepping into the room. Deliah widened her eyes as she stood up.

"What the hell are you?" you gasped, standing in shock.

"I'm an animatronic," he replied sarcastically.

As he started to walk towards Deliah, you snapped out of it. You jumped in front of Deliah, reaching over and nudging her behind you--you accidentally knocked over the glass of milk in your frenzy.

"Could you step aside?" Springtrap raised an eyebrow, as if to mock you.

You grabbed the pan off the oven and held it in front of you, flipping it on its side. The contents splashed onto your hand, the stinging pain making you hiss. You jerked your hand away, flicking off the scolding oil. Although it hurt, it wasn't unbearable, so you could still use it to protect Deliah and yourself.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Springtrap growled lowly as he glared at you.

"You stay away from her!" you snapped, your grip on the handle of the pan tightening.

Deliah stepped between the two of you. "Wait, you don't understand!"

Springtrap pulled her behind himself. "Step aside, Deliah. I don't want you to end up getting hurt."

"Wait, no-- (Y/N)!"

"Everything's going to be okay, Deliah. Just stay calm," you assured her, staring at the animatronic that stared at you.

"This is my friend!"

You slowly lowered your pan as you looked at her. "What?"

"He's not bad! His name is Springtrap. He's the friend I've been talking about."

"Wait . . . What? But how?" you questioned, still holding onto the pan.

"I don't know, but he's friendly. We've been friends for a few months. That's when I met him," Deliah explained.

"And before you ask, no, I'm not just a man in a suit."

Springtrap unhinged his jaw to show you inside. It was empty. You stared at him with wide eyes, still registering the whole situation. You closed your eyes as you set the pan back on the stove.

"Fine. I'm not going to question it."

"You're not?" Deliah and Springtrap asked in unison, both shocked.

"No. I've seen some crazy things. Although this one takes the cake--as well as all the appetizers--I won't ask questions. It's none of my business," you answered, shrugging your shoulders.

"Wow. You're the first to actually say that," Springtrap mused, scratching his head.

"Hey, Deliah, can you and I speak in private real quick?" you mumbled, looking down at the floor.

"Yeah . . . sure."

Springtrap put his hand in front of her as she stepped forward. She looked up to him as he stared at you. He then slowly lowered his hand, letting her pass.

Deliah led you out of the room, back to the living room. When you both stopped, you kneeled down to her. You gently held her arms and made her look at you.

"Deliah, I need to know. This . . . guy isn't forcing you to say he's a good guy, is he? He's not forcing you to do anything, is he?" you worried quietly.

"No, no, it's not like that at all! He's never forced me to do anything."

You stared at her, looking for any sign of insincerity. She smiled to assure you. She didn't show any signs, so you nodded. You pulled your hands away from her as you stood back up.

"Alright, I'll leave it alone. As your guard, though, I can't leave him alone with you, okay?"

"Okay," she giggled.

You gave a quick nod as you smiled. She started back into the kitchen, gesturing for you to follow. When you saw that Springtrap was cleaning up the milk you had spilt, you stopped.

"Huh. Um, I was coming to get that, but thank you," you murmured, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Yeah- Hey, why don't we have a little chat in private, hm?" Springtrap tossed the rag aside as he walked towards you.

"Uh, sure. Er- Deliah, you can have as many pancakes as you want. And if you finish those and you want more, I can make some more."

"Okay."

You followed Springtrap out of the kitchen, back to where you and Deliah had talked. You felt like a dog on a leash, being pulled back and forth.

"I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Let's try it again. Hi, I'm Springtrap~ I'm Deliah's cute, fluffy bunny friend. She means everything to me, and I won't let you take her away from me."

"You--" You stopped yourself, letting out a steady breath to keep yourself from getting mad. "Hello, Springtrap, my name's (Y/N). I'm Deliah's babysitter. Right now, the only thing I'm trying to do is keep Deliah safe and comfortable. So, I won't try to take her away from you, as long as you don't hurt her. Okay?"

"I wouldn't dream of it." Springtrap nodded.

"I'd rather we be on the same page while I'm here, though, so let's try to get along.

"Oh, I can get along~" he flirted, and you couldn't help but blush.

He suddenly grabbed your arm, making your eyes widen. It wasn't rough--he was surprisingly gentle, actually--but it still surprised you. He pulled you back into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Deliah wondered when she saw you two, setting her fork down.

"Yeah, I second that question," you added nervously.

Springtrap decided that his actions were enough of an answer as he stopped you at the sink. He turned on the cold water, then stuck your hand under it.

Deliah gasped--she had completely forgot about it. "Oh, her hand! Oh no."

"Now, sit tight. I'll be back with a first-aid kit," Springtrap told you as he started out of the kitchen.

"Alright." You nodded, soaking your hand.

". . . I'm sorry, (Y/N)," Deliah croaked.

"Huh? Oh, no! It was my fault. I should've grabbed something else. Something that didn't have burning hot oil in it," you nagged on yourself some.

"It's not that. I should've probably introduced you to Springtrap when you first got here. You wouldn't have been so worried if you knew that he wasn't bad." She lowered her head.

"I can understand why you didn't, though. Someone would probably be really freaked out if what they think was an imaginary friend, suddenly stepped out from around the corner," you chuckled.

"Alright, I've got the kit here," Springtrap said as he walked back into the kitchen with a box. "I'll help you bandage it up."

You turned off the water, pulling your hand out. You grabbed a paper towel and patted your hand dry. It suddenly started burning a lot more.

"Ow, ow! Son of a bi--" You bit your tongue--"-iscuit!"

"It hurts, doesn't it?" Springtrap asked as he gestured to the chair at the dining table.

"Obviously," you hissed as you fanned your hand, to which he snickered.

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Deliah worried.

"No. No, I'm fine. This is what first-aid kits are made for."

You gave her a reassuring smile, making her smile nervously back. Springtrap studied the burn, sighing.

"You really did a number here. We probably should've treated it sooner."

"I wasn't exactly worried about myself--especially at the time. I just wanted to make sure Deliah was going to be safe, even if it meant getting a little burnt," you admitted, shrugging.

"You know, I like you. You know when to not ask questions, and both of our priorities are to protect Deliah."

"I can protect myself, you know."

"Of course you can," you and Springtrap said in near unison.

Springtrap laughed as Deliah threw her hands up in offense. You chuckled. 'Maybe this won't be so bad.'