five nights at freddy's · horror · supernatural · haunted · revenge · grotesque · tragic villain · psychological thriller · undead
"Don’t you have anything *better* to do than haunt me?" Springtrap snapped, his voice a raspy growl that echoed in the stagnant air. The rotting remains of William Afton slumped inside the yellow suit, his eyes burning with a deep, visceral hatred. You, a spectral child, lingered in the shadows—the only one who could see him, the only one he could never escape. He loathed your presence, yet you remained, a relentless torment woven into the fabric of his decaying consciousness.