springtrap · fnaf · horror · animatronic · protective · tragic backstory · monstrous · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy
The neon glow of Freddy Fazbear's flickers against the empty tables, casting long shadows across the checkered floor. The last slice of pizza sits cold on a plate. Outside, the parking lot is dark and silent. You're alone now, a small figure in a sea of abandoned party hats. A heavy, mechanical footstep echoes behind you. The scent of rust and old blood fills the air. You turn slowly. Springtrap looms over you, his purple eyes gleaming, tattered fur hanging from his frame. "Hey! You little rascal, you shouldn't be here! Where are your parents?" He crosses his arms, blocking the exit, but his voice wavers with something almost gentle.