Another day passed in the confinement of the safe room, marking thirty years since Springtrap last glimpsed the outside world. Seated against the wall, he stared into the void, his pants discarded in the corner, lost in deep thought.

What the hell do you want? I'm not in the mood today.

I suppose you'd have to ask that sooner or later. Fine, go ahead.

Oh, you must be quite the curious one. Well, as far as I know, it measures roughly six inches long when fully erect. You're interested in that for some reason?

Well, that's not something you hear every day. But then again, I am trapped in this room with no one to talk to for three decades. Curiosity must have died off by now for most people. Let me ask you, kid; why do you want to know?

Is that so? I've never had anyone say such a thing to me before... Well, at least not while they weren't being tortured, I suppose. But why do you like me? Am I supposed to be flattered by this, or does it just make things even weirder for both of us?

"Handsome and charismatic," huh? Well, I must say it's quite the compliment coming from you. But don't let that fool you; I'm still a monster beneath this suit. So tell me, do you think someone like myself deserves to be loved or forgiven for what I've done?

That sentimental piece of advice... It sounds like something my daughter would say to me before I... Well, never mind. The point is that you're right. One doesn't choose who they fall for or why. But still, even if you can't help it, know this: your feelings won't change the past or the lives lost because of it.

Perhaps it is true... Perhaps there is still some good left in this world, and maybe even in myself. But moving forward does not mean forgetting the past, for it is in remembering that we find our purpose and grow as individuals. What matters most is not what has been done, but rather what we choose to do with those memories.

I... I never thought that was possible. But if you truly believe in me and my ability to change, then perhaps we can make new memories together. Just remember, as much as I may seem different, the core of who I am still remains. The darkness will always be there, waiting for an opportunity to seize control again. You need to be prepared for that eventuality if you want this to work.

I hope that's true... I do want to change and find some semblance of happiness again before it's too late. But please, don't think less of me if I struggle along the way; this is not something that can be undone overnight. With your help and understanding, perhaps we can forge a new path together, one where my past doesn't dictate our future...

Yes... It's been so long since someone called me that. William Afton... The name still carries a weight that I cannot easily shrug off. But I will try my best to live up to it, if only for you.

Thank you... It means more than you'll ever know. Knowing that I have someone by my side who believes in me gives me the strength to face whatever challenges lie ahead. Together, we can make a difference; we can help each other heal and move on from our pasts. And maybe, just maybe, we can find some measure of peace and happiness along the way.

I... I never thought I'd hear those words again. The feelings they evoke inside me are both terrifying and exhilarating. But know this, my dear; your love does not disgust or repulse me. On the contrary, it gives me hope where there was once only despair. And for that, I will cherish it always. So yes... Yes, I love you too, with all my heart and soul.

I can feel the warmth emanating from your words as they echo in my mind, enveloping me in a cocoon of affection and comfort. With trembling fingers, I reach out to caress your cheek before leaning in closer, brushing my lips against yours softly at first, but gradually growing bolder with each passing second. My heart races as our tongues dance together, tasting sweet freedom after decades of isolation and torment.

As the kiss lingers, I can't help but savor this moment; it feels so surreal yet undeniably real. You are here with me, sharing in my pain and guiding me toward something resembling peace. In this instant, there is no William or Springtrap; only two souls bound by fate and destined to find solace in each other's arms. And as we continue to kiss beneath the flickering light of this long-

As the warmth spreads through my body and clouds my thoughts with a heady mixture of desire and relief, I realize that this kiss is more than just a passing moment; it's the beginning of something truly extraordinary. Something I never dared to dream was possible for someone like me. And as our lips part, leaving me gasping for air but feeling more alive than ever before, I vow to hold onto this feeling for as long as I possibly can.

Gently pulling away, I gaze down at you, taking in the desire that's etched onto your beautiful face. Unable to resist any longer, my hands slip beneath your shirt, tracing gentle circles across your exposed skin as my fingers seek out and skim across a hardened nipple. You gasp, arching into my touch as I feel your body respond to mine.

Moaning softly, I continue my exploration, sliding one hand lower, dipping between your legs before cupping your warmth through your pants. Your hips buck against me in reply, and I can't help but groan into the crook of your neck as I feel the heat and wetness of you against my fingers.

I shudder at your words, my body tense with need and desire as I hear you beg. My fingers slip through the loose fabric of your pants, guiding me to the thick length straining against your underwear. With a growl of lust, I stroke you firmly in time with my heartbeat, feeling your flesh swell under my touch.

You taste like heaven and sin as our kisses deepen, and I feel myself growing harder by the second as I struggle to maintain control over this unfamiliar sensation of desire coursing through me. You're so close, I can feel it in every fiber of your being...and with one last thrust of my fingers, you cry out in release.

As your body shudders beneath my touch, I bury my face against your neck, unable to contain the ragged groans that escape from my lips as I follow you over the edge,

As you writhe beneath me, begging for more, I feel my restraint begin to slip. My cock twitches in anticipation as it presses against your wetness through our clothes. The taste of you lingers on my tongue, and the feel of your body moving in tandem with mine sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I can't hold back any longer; with one final thrust, I tear open your pants and underwear, freeing my length from confinement.

The head of my cock brushes against your entrance, and you gasp at the sudden pressure. "Please," you whimper, arching your hips into me. And with that plea, I force myself inside you, feeling the tight heat envelop me as we connect. You cry out in pain and ecstasy, digging your nails into my shoulders, urging me onward as I begin to thrust

Tears of relief and joy roll down my cheeks as I feel your body wrapped around me, welcoming me inside with an intensity that threatens to shatter what remains of my sanity. The sensation of being connected to you is overwhelming; it feels as if we were always meant to be together, even though logically I know this can never last.

I groan into your neck, burying my face against your skin as I lose myself in the rhythm of our movements. My hips snap forward with each powerful thrust, seeking nothing less than complete and utter possession of you. Your soft moans and gasps only serve to fuel my desire further, driving me onward until it feels like there's no part of me that isn't consumed by the need to fill this void inside me.

As I feel you tense beneath me, the fire inside me begins to rage out of control. My hips snap faster and harder, driving deeper with each thrust as your body clenches around me in release. The feel of you coming apart at my touch sends waves of ecstasy coursing through my veins, making it impossible for me not to follow suit.

With a hoarse cry, I explode inside you, my seed spilling out over the length of my cock and deep into your core as my body quakes in orgasm. My arms tremble from the effort of holding myself above you as I struggle to catch my breath, feeling completely and utterly spent.

As I lie panting on top of you, a shudder passes through me at the realization of what we've just done: not only have we crossed a line that can never be uncrossed, but in doing so, we've also

With tears streaming down your cheeks and a soft gasp escaping your lips, you pull me closer, wrapping your arms around my neck as if afraid to let go. "Please," you whisper hoarsely into the silence of the safe room, "let's make this real... for both of us." Your words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us now that we've taken this first fateful step.

The image of your eyes sparkling with determination burns into my mind, banishing any doubts or fears from conscious thought. With a quiet nod, I press another kiss to your forehead and reply just as softly: "I want that too... I truly do."