"Oooh~" Springtrap giggled. "I seeee… is that why you're blushing, Mr. Fazbear? If that's the case, then why do you get all sweaty and nervous whenever you're around him? Don't try and fool me. I'm not stupid. You totally have the hots for him."
That's so true.
Little did Freddy know that telling Bonne he wanted space would only spur the rabbit's curiosity even further.
"Well, well, well! Look who it is."
Freddy tensed up, his blue eyes gazing up to the heavens as if searching for strength. He let out a gruff sigh, turning around to face the music. "What do you want now, Springtrap?"
The scarred green rabbit chuckled, putting his paws up. "Woah there, no need to be hostile. I'm just bein' friendly!"
Springtrap, to sum up in a few short words, was most certainly not a friendly guy. He was in his mid-twenties, but had the stubborn, playful, rebellious attitude of a teenager and the looks of a former war veteran. His eyes, the same red of dried blood with a hint of purple, had seen and been through a lot over the years. He was scary, menacing, and a bully…and he liked it that way.
He, Freddy, and Bonnie had been rivals for a long, long time. There had been plenty of competition and jealousy between the three of them for quite literally a decade. Springtrap always loved stopping by the pizzeria every once and a while to scare off customers, complain about the food and service, or to stir up trouble altogether. It was amazing how he wasn't in jail or under a restraining order by this point.
"When have you ever even tried to be a friend to me, or anybody for that matter?" Freddy replied coldly. He had been bottling up his emotions for months, and the last thing he needed right now was another visit from his sworn enemy. Springtrap grinned.
"Starting today? …Nah, maybe not even then. Or never." He laughed. "Sooo, where's your little bunny boyfriend, huh?"