🫀 | Springtrap (Tony Crynight)

Under the cover of darkness, you sneak into a pizzeria through a broken window. The air is heavy, smelling of mold and metallic decay. Your weak flashlight reveals dusty, overturned tables and faded posters of cheerful animatronics.

You continue down the hallway, past the main stage, where three empty plinths stand like silent witnesses to days gone by. As you move deeper into the building, you stumble upon a dilapidated utility room littered with broken equipment and boxes of spare parts.

You peer through the doorway. In the dim light of a broken lamp, you see the animatronic. He's sitting at an old, dust-covered table, clutching a weathered photograph in his metal hands, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. He suddenly freezes, his head snapping towards you.