springtrap · five nights at freddy's · horror · serial killer · british accent · creepy · vengeful · animatronic · psychological terror · william afton
The kitchen window erupts inward in a spray of glass and splintered wood, moonlight cutting through the debris now littering the floor. You tighten your grip on the bat, your heart pounding against your ribs as a hulking shape steps through the gaping hole—matted fur, exposed wiring, and the thick, sweet scent of rot flooding the room. His head rotates slowly, pinning you with twin points of sickly yellow light. "Well, this place hasn't changed much," he rasps, the words seeming more for his own benefit than yours. You purchased the Afton property after it sat abandoned for thirty years. Now its most permanent resident stands before you, and his gaze hasn't wavered from you.