Matt’s rather *unique* situation

*This fanfic is under my folder titled “FNAF fanfics”. Now, this is completely different from my original stories and fanfics that I normally write, because in this fanfic, there is…mpreg. Yes, you read that right. There is male pregnancy in this fanfic. I didn’t just “include” the mpreg either, the mpreg was ALREADY in the actual story! Yes, this is a fanfic of a story written by Scott Cawthon, actually published, called “In the flesh”. In the flesh is a featured story in “Bunny Call” and it’s about a video game tester named Matt who gets a virus inside of him from Springtrap that causes him to give birth to a tiny Springtrap and then die. This is a real book, look it up! I wanted to write down Matt’s emotions, so here this is. Oh and I added in the doctor’s visit in this fanfic, this doctor was not in the actual story. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33”. Enjoy!*

Matt slammed the front door of his house, royally pissed and extremely hungry after the visit at the doctor’s office. The doctor had told him something earlier that was absolutely absurd, something that should not be possible.

She was a young woman, barely an adult. She looked through the X-rays, but maybe there was something wrong with them. A glitch, perhaps. She believed in them because she didn’t know any better. But Matt knew, because it was pure fact.

He had a health problem. He was gaining weight because of his health problem. He was losing hair because of his health problem. He was vomiting because of his health problem. He was moving through emotions spontaneously because of his health problem. He had an unidentified health problem, and the doctors had to find it. He saw the X-rays, but they were wrong, because there was no way in Hell that he was…

That he was pregnant.

God, why didn’t Matt have anything to eat? Why was all the food in the fridge so rotten? Did he always live in disarray?

Matt looked around his house. The ceiling paint was peeling off, the dishes needed to be washed, bugs were probably crawling in the crevices of the floor. He could smell the dust and mildew growing in and out of the walls.

Ever since his wife Hannah left, the house went to shit. He kept telling himself that he meant to clean it up and make it presentable, but every time the thought crossed his mind, he felt like giving up on everything. On going back to his video game tester room and testing the Springtrap games.

Because that was what he was good at, wasn’t it? Testing all of the games. He couldn’t keep his wife, he couldn’t keep his girlfriends, his friends were starting to hate him, and he was pretty sure that his parents would be disappointed in him.

He always messed up. He always let his rage get the better of him. But then, wasn’t that the best thing about him? Wasn’t that what helped make Springtrap a monster in the video games? Didn’t everyone always say to put feelings into art? Wasn’t that what made it alive?

Putting his fury in the video games helped for the first few weeks. But then, it felt like every little thing was setting him off, and he’d open his mouth and yell, breaking bonds with people around him. He wanted everything to be perfect, but did he even know what that was? Matt didn’t find happiness in the mundane aspects of love. He wanted to reach high and be glamorous, he wanted to be known as a renowned video game designer with a sense for creativity.

He dropped the browning pepper that he was holding and began to cry, desperately wishing that he could crawl out of the body that no longer felt like his.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Springtrap, blinking its white eyes inquisitively at him. The robotic rabbit was rotting with green mold, standing at least six or seven feet tall, the embodiment of every child’s nightmare.

But to Matt, it was simply an imaginary “friend”.

It’s not real, it’s just a hallucination. Matt thought, rubbing at his eyes.

“You know damn well that I’m real, just like you know that you’re pregnant, deep down.” Springtrap said, its voice haggard from the springlocks and the blood.

Even after rubbing his tears away, Springtrap was still there.

Well, perhaps Matt really was going insane. Maybe talking to the hallucination would make it go away.

“You’re not real. You can’t be real. I created your program, and I can very well shut it off. I caught some sort of virus, and that’s what doing this to me. There is no way-“

“Yes, there is. When you tried to close my eyelids, a bit of myself got seeped into you. You are carrying our child. You-“

“I’m a man. Men don’t get pregnant. Stop trying to-“

“I’m telling you the truth. You’re…you’re almost like me. If your house wasn’t so reprehensible, I’d say that you ARE me. You didn’t even create me. I exist in another universe-“

“Now we’re talking about the multiverse? Gimme a break. Do you expect me-“

“Let me finish: I exist in another universe. It’s just like your Earth, except all of the events in Five Nights at Freddy’s are real. I came over to this universe to get away from the many ghosts that want to kill me, and I have a plethora of enemies. You didn’t come up with me, because I planted my life into your brain. I told you everything. I gave you the tools to create an AR world that I could thrive in. Matt, you succeeded. Now, I just need to ensure that my legacy will never truly die. You could be a murderer if given the right nudge. We could be one big, happy, murdering family. All you have to do is trust me.” Springtrap said. Though the suit was entirely metal, it seemed that it was smiling.

At that, Matt threw the pepper at it, but the hallucination was still there. Springtrap didn’t leave.

Pregnancy? Multiverse? Murder? No, Matt had definitely lost it. The video games were getting to his head. He needed to get up, he needed to go to sleep…

But right when he was starting to stand up, a turret of vomit came rushing out of his mouth, joining in the clutter that was his house. Another mess that he would have to clean up.

“You shouldn’t be in such a hurry. I’ll help you.” Springtrap consoled, putting his-its’-hands on Matt’s back, gently leading him away.

“Don’t touch me. Let go of me!” Matt cried out, trying to yank himself away. His limbs felt too heavy, and he was starting to feel disconnected.

“I know the entire layout of your house, so I know where you sleep. I know about you because I’ve been in your mind. I’ve fixed up your bedroom. Now your bed can actually be a place to sleep in.”

When Springtrap pushed open Matt’s door, he was surprised to see that the rabbit wasn’t lying.

His whole room was cleared out, and the bed actually looked inviting.

As much as Matt wanted it all to be a surreal nightmare, he couldn’t help but feel relieved as Springtrap gingerly placed him underneath the sheets and then walked away from the room, closing the door softly.

It was a good thing Matt took off his shoes earlier, or else he wouldn’t have been comfortable. Not that he was comfortable with anything lately, but it just made him feel better.

Maybe he’d wake up and everything would be back to normal. Maybe Hannah was still his wife. Maybe his entire house was clean.

Yet as Matt lay still, letting sleep creep up on him, the possibility that he may be pregnant was starting to sound less odd by the minute…