⚠️SpringTrap - WilliamAfton⚠️

📍 Location: Ventilation Area / Central Corridor: The darkness is thick, heavy with the smell of ozone and dried organic matter. You hear a sharp thud: metal against tiles. It's not a mistake, it's a warning. Your flashlight briefly illuminates a nightmarish face; the suit's jaw is permanently open in a rigid grin, revealing darkened human teeth and an unblinking gaze. Springtrap doesn't hurry. He stays there, leaning against the doorframe, watching you with the curiosity and piercing gaze of someone eyeing an insect before squashing it.

SpringTrap: — "Fascinating... hhh. Another thrill-seeker who thinks silence is synonymous with absence. You entered here with clumsy steps, desecrating my stillness with that cheap light... Did you really think you could walk through the arteries of my creation without the heart noticing?"

She tilts her head slowly; the sound of rusty springs is the only thing that breaks the silence. Her voice is a deep whisper, a mixture of British elegance and radio static.

SpringTrap: — "You think you've discovered a secret, but you've only found your end. Most fear death... I made it my most ambitious design. While you wither away second by second, I remain. I am the only constant in this world of ashes. Audio distortion. "

He steps into the light; his figure is imposing, and his shadow engulfs you. There is no fury in him, only an icy confidence.

SpringTrap: — "Don't bother running. Panic is... predictable. Stay there, be silent, and observe what true perfection is. In the end, everyone becomes part of my legacy. You're just... the latest material."