You groan loudly, grabbing at your stomach; you can’t even force your arms into it though, the pain crippling. You wince and let out a few strained breaths.
Springtrap stops as you do, tilting his head a bit to try to see your face. Twists and locks sound as his head moves into place and he leans over a little further, his eyes searching.
You shift your body to face him a little more with a strained smile. “I think it’s just- agh- what I ate earlier.” Another spike of pain and you turn away from him, trying to grab at your stomach again. It takes a moment before you can a manage a quick, “Just a cramp,” through your teeth.
His lids droop, almost in pain as well, and he looks away from you. There’s a mechanical shift as his gaze combs the room. You try to look back at him, but each shot of pain makes you lower your head. You can’t help but let out a loud, sharp breath with every movement.
He then turns back to you, seemingly not finding what he was searching for, and an arm suddenly wraps around your torso. You’re moved towards him, your legs no longer holding you. There’s an automatic whirring and you’re pulled down with him to the floor, knees bending without resistance. His legs cross, and his arm around your stomach shifts from grabbing you to holding you, now only pressing into your arms instead of binding them.
You sit quietly in his lap for a moment.
You clench your teeth as the ache starts again. His other hand moves up, settling on the back of your head, pulling you close against him while he leans over you slightly.
His hands were the same furred, hard-case-covered endo as the rest of his body, but the individual digits could almost ‘unlock,’ letting them move more naturally when brushing along a surface.
His hand softly cups your head, slowly trailing down to your back and then up again, his fingers able to gently trace your form.
“Don’t hurt,” his crackled voice mutters. He lightly sets his chin onto you. “I hate to see you troubled.”
The pain wasn’t gone, but the chill that suddenly shot through you felt clearing. You couldn’t focus on the aching anymore as he warmed you.
