Commission for Molly_mellow25

One night you were tossing and turning in your sleep, sweat beading down your face. You woke with a start. You had a Nightmare. A really, really bad Nightmare.

Face drenched, you couldn't see a thing in the darkness of your room. It was so dark… Your poor heart was pounding in your chest like a racing horse.

Unbeknownst to you, someone else had heard your frantic gasping. Springtrap.

His heavy metal frame creaked as he opened the door and stepped closer to you, glowing eyes cutting through the blackness. A raspy, staticky voice hummed with concern.

"Little one? Are… Are you okay?” A paw-like hand hovered over your forehead, hesitant to touch but wanting to check for fever.

With a squeak, you huddled under the blankets, hiding away.

He froze for a second, then let out a wounded noise. His joints cracked as he scooted closer without touching you.

“Little one?" His voice cracked with guilt "I- I didn't mean to scare you..."

A short silence followed as he watched the blanket lump that was you. "Do you need me to leave? Or..."

You shook your head underneath the blanket.

He let out a relieved sigh. Slowly, carefully, he inched closer and lowered his massive frame down right next to you.

"Good... good." His voice was softer now, more smooth too. "I’ll stay right here ‘til you feel better then. Promise."

A pause. Then a quiet rustle as he awkwardly patted your blanket-covered head with a large paw. "...Wanna tell me about it?”

Hesitating, you peeked up from underneath your hiding Spot, like a bunny from its burrow. Slowly, you crawled onto his lap, seeking his warmth and protection. You didn't want to talk. You just needed Comfort.

And he was happy to oblige.

His arms hovered for half a second before wrapping around you in the gentlest way possible, like he was afraid you would shatter into a Million pieces if He squeezed too hard.

"Oh... oh." His voice was barely above a whisper now, warm and wobbly. "That's it... come here."

One paw cradled the back of your head while the other pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, holding you against his furry chest plate. A low hum vibrated from inside him, sounding just like a purr. "Nobody’s gonna get you as long as I'm here.”

He held you like that for a solid minute, letting you feel the vibrations of his chest. The hand holding your head ran through your hair in a gentle rhythm. "Shhh... just breathe for me, okay? In and out. There you go..."

You leaned into his touch, practically melting into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of your head. You were tightly snuggled in his embrace, warm and safe.

Time passed in silence. He continued to hold you, humming a sweet tune. The hand on your back moved in slow, gentle circles, like He was rubbing away whatever bad dream you had had.

Every once in a while, He would adjust his position slightly, moving closer, shifting his arms around you, but never letting go. He was like a massive, furry blanket, warm and weighted. Secure.

A thought occurred to him then. There was another way he could keep you safe. An even more secure place that could give you plenty of warmth and safety. And keep you close to him too.

The thought of having you that close, protected within the darkness of his innards, was deeply comforting to him. Yet, He was hesitant. Would you even want that?

His hand brushed over your hair again, the Tips of his metal fingers scratching lightly against your scalp. The internal battle within him continued to rage on, the possessive urge to keep you close warring with the fear of your reaction.

On one hand, keeping you inside would ensure your safety, no one could reach you there. It would be easy, you cradled by warm flesh and hidden from the world.

On the other hand, would you even be comfortable with that? Would you feel claustrophobic? Scared?

His hand, still in your hair, gently cupped the side of your face. He was torn, conflicted, desperate to take you within him but also worried about the impact. What if He scared you away?

"Little one..." He whispered. "...I've... got an idea. You trust me, right?”

You sniffle and nod. You trusted your huge, furry, rabbit friend.

There was a glimmer of reluctance in his eyes for a moment, yet also gratitude.

"Good. That's good, little one. Just… Just trust me, okay? You'll be fine, I promise.”

His jaw unhinged with a creaking snap, rusted metal groaning as it stretched wider than any normal mouth should. The dark cavern of his throat yawned before you, hot breath wafting out in waves that smelled faintly of something sweetly metallic.

Of all the things for him to do, this was not one of them. You felt a rush of terror grip your heart as he pulled you inside.

Your fear and sudden struggling made his whole body go rigid. He had expected this reaction, how this would look to you, a giant robotic rabbit attempting to swallow you like a snake, so He did his best to calm your frantic wriggles.

"No, no, no NO, shhhh-" His voice turned sharp and urgent, dripping with worry. "I know- I know it looks bad, but please don't struggle!”

His paws moved quickly, but still carefully. His arms locked around you like an iron vice, holding you still even as you twisted and squirmed.

He was trying to be gentle, but the panic in him was starting to rise, much like yours.

"S-stop squirming! I-I'm not gonna- gonna hurt you! I promise… please-!”

You couldn't hear him over the pounding of your heartbeat. Your nerves were a total wreck. First the nightmare, then this…

Worst of all, he managed to pull your head inside, his muscles strong and fast, catching you off guard.

His throat constricted around you, pulling you down his esophagus.

There was no way out for you now, no escape. No matter how hard you tried to wriggle your way free, it was too late.

Springtrap still tried his best to be gentle, but his worry for you was warring with the overwhelming need to have you safe within him, protected from all harm, so his swallows were a bit rougher than they usually would be.

He could feel every twitch, every squirm, your body flailing in the tight confines of his throat. It was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but the need to have you safe was too strong.

You were almost there, almost at the end of his throat. He just needed you to stop struggling, just for a moment, just long enough to get you where he wanted you.

With a final gulp you slid into his stomach. You couldn't stop it from happening. It was claustrophobic, tight and dark, the walls constricting around you like a vice. His stomach muscles clenched, trapping you inside.

Springtrap remained quiet for a long moment, trying to catch his breath while you were busy kicking and squirming furiously inside him.

He had finally done it, finally managed to get you into your new safe haven. But your insistent wriggles were like a glaring, constant reminder that you were not comfortable in there.

His stomach clenched around you in response, not to intentionally restrain you, but more like a panicked protective reflex. He let out a low, agonized whine.

"Please, please, Stop squirming. You're not gonna be hurt, you're fine! You're fine, I promise! I promise. Please-”

Another kick from you made him groan and double over his swollen middle.

“You ate me! You ate me! Let me out!” Your voice was high pitched and frantic as you made your issues clear. The sting of betrayal burned in your chest. How could He?? You had trusted him! How could He just… Just gobble you up as if you were dinner?!

He flinched. Both at your words and at the pain. When phrased like that, his actions did sound a bit insane.

"I-I… I know it looks bad- I know it sounds bad, but I'm just trying to keep you safe! Y-you don't understand-” He stammered, struggling to find an explanation, a defense for what He had done.

“I thought… I- ow- I thought it would make you feel better After-”

A rather harsh kick of yours interrupted him. “Would make me feel better?? Are you crazy?! You ATE me!”

"I... it's not safe. You don't understand. I'm just... just trying to keep you safe! I'm not- I'm not trying to hurt you.” His voice was shaky now, your squirms and struggles clearly taking a toll on him. Still, he tried his best to calm and reassure you by rubbing his belly with his paw, up and down, from side to side.

Eventually, the constant struggles were starting to wear you down. Your energy drained away until you had nothing left, exhausted from the fight to escape.

His stomach walls eased up a bit once your movements subsided, though they still constricted around you enough to keep you safely in place. He took advantage of the moment to try and soothe you.

"Easy... there we go. Easy now... Stop fighting,” he told you, sounding exhausted himself, yet determined to comfort you.

Finally, you went limp, your struggles coming to a complete stop. His stomach loosened even more, just enough to allow you a little more breathing room.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped him as he rested one massive paw over the curve of his belly.

"There we go," he murmured, voice hushed and gentle now that things had settled. "Just... rest for a bit. I'm not gonna hurt you in here."

"...You're safe with me.”

Worn out and Beaten, you laid there in the darkness, panting heavily. Tears stung your eyes and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep down a sob.

Immediately, He backtracked, his voice frantic. “No, no, it's okay, it's okay! Please, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry, it's okay, shhh…. Sh…”

“It's okay, it's okay,” he repeated gently. “It's… You're safe in here, no one can hurt you now. Safe and warm. I promise I won't harm a hair on your head. I promise. I promise.”

Both his large paws were now rubbing his swollen abdomen, up and down, from side to side.

"Shush now, little one," he cooed. "There's no need for tears, See? You're safe. You're safe, here in my belly.”

His words Rang in your head as you slowly absorbed the meaning behind them. You didn't feel a sting or a burn. No stomach acid. And the walls had made enough room for you to breathe properly.

Maybe… Maybe it wouldn't be so bad? You trusted him, after all. He was your friend. You loved playing hide and seek with him, loved the pancakes he always made for you…

He could be scary at times, sure, but he never meant you any harm. This time would be no different, right?

He relaxed as he felt your body sag against his fleshy insides, his paws continuing to rub slow, rhythmic circles over the furry surface of his stomach.

"See..?" His voice dropped to a low, soothing hum, like he was trying to lull you into a calmer state.

"Not so bad, is it? I told you, you're safe in here. Nobody's ever gonna hurt you while you're tucked away in my stomach. You're safe in here, with me."

A purr rumbled in his chest, meant as a background noise to relax to as he continued to tenderly caress his gut.

"Shhh... it's alright, sweet thing. Just... Just try to sleep. I got you. I got you.”

You were too tired to move, too worn out to fight and maybe... Maybe it wasn't the worst place to be. At least you were warm.

Maybe it was best you took a little nap, now that both nightmares were over. Your eyes closed instantly. You were so tired… From fighting, from crying, from everything…

The purr intensified as he felt you settle down. A sigh left him then, half relief, half pure protective bliss as he cradled his swollen belly like it held the world's most precious cargo. One paw rubbed slow circles over the curve of it where you were tucked inside, the other holding it securely in his lap.

"That's it, little one." he whispered. "Just rest. You're safe in here. Nothing can harm you while you're with me. You're alright. You're alright.”