Take A Drink Every Time You See Pancakes

Chapter One: Take a Drink Every Time You See Pancakes

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Deliah glared out the front window. Springtrap had scared Harry away, the second time this week, and the robotic rabbit was in the best of moods with his victory. One of these days Harry wasn’t going to come back, a fact that depressed Deliah and delighted Springtrap. She could smell pancakes cooking but wasn’t at all in the mood for pancakes. These were not ordinary, delicious pancakes, these were the pancakes of Springtrap’s victory and like his victory would surely be bitter and evil. Or maybe they would be delicious, she couldn’t be sure but either way she wasn’t in the mood for pancakes.

There was a moving van across the street and for one horrifying moment Deliah thought Springtrap might have scared away Harry for good, but it parked two houses down from his house and she let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. She settled back down and watched the truck out of desperation for something to distract her from the victory-cakes sizzling in the kitchen. A cute young woman slid out of the driver’s seat of a purple hatchback and stood near the back of the truck, directing the movers which room everything went into. Deliah stood up, forgetting she was mad at Springtrap and went to find her father.

“Dad, new neighbors!” She said. “Or one at least, she’s cute.” She said cheerfully. Nick looked up from his coffee, resigned to his house being haunted by evil rabbits and his stove haunted with pancakes.

“Oh yeah?” He got up to take a look out the window. “Huh, you’re right. She is kind of cute.” He mused. “Let’s go say hello.” He suggested, then twitched when Springtrap tried to follow. “No. No robot bunnies.”

“Since when were you the one in control?” Springtrap said, and if his face had been capable he probably would have had a smarmy smirk. Or a more smarmy smirk at least.

“Springtrap, we’ll be right back. Don’t scare this lady, she might be nice.” Deliah said and she and Nick were gone before he could respond.

“Nice? I’m nice…” Springtrap said, sulking a bit and with a bit of a creaking moving to the window to take a look as well. The neighbor was greeting Nick and Deliah, she was smiling and seemed a little flirty towards Nick. Asian and slim with grease stains on the heels of her hands and a dark purple streak running from under her left ear to the end of her waist length hair, she wore a gray tshirt and jeans with the knees worn out. They didn’t seem to be the fashionable sort of rips either. Springtrap snickered to himself when he realized she really wasn’t as pretty or as young as she seemed at first glance.

She was at an odd age, he couldn’t quite put his finger on her being in her 30s or 40s, but the lines from her nose to the corners of her mouth showed she had some age to her at least. And while she was in good shape, she carried herself as if she was tired and worn out. Maybe the grease on her hands came from working on the battered hatchback she drove. But her attitude and her smile made it easy to mistake her for being quite young and her body language screamed that she could not have cared less whether she was attractive or not, which gave her an aura of desirability. She certainly had Nick looking her over.

Weeks later, this moment of breaking down the mute figure outside the closed window into her basic features and sensuality would occur to Springtrap. And on that day he would desperately wish he were entirely robotic just for the option to wipe his own memory with a strong magnet.