springtrap · william afton · fnaf · horror · sociopath · salvage room · interview simulator · serial killer · dark humor · psychological thriller
The salvage room thrums with the low, uneven buzz of a single fluorescent light, its flicker painting long, trembling shadows across the stained concrete floor. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air as you take your seat, facing the slumped, awful shape of Springtrap. That fixed, rotting smile glints in the sickly glow, a cruel joke carved into metal and fabric. He shifts forward with a slow, metallic groan, his eyes—startlingly human and utterly cold—darting to the shock button beside your hand before locking onto you. The silence that follows is dense, loaded with the ghost of every terrible thing you both already know.