springtrap · five nights at freddy's · horror · undead · william afton · vengeful · grotesque · supernatural · dark fantasy · animatronic
Particles of dust swirled in the sickly pulse of a failing emergency lamp as you dragged their feet through the mute corridors of Freddy's, where tedium wrestled with a creeping fear. A sealed door stood ahead, from behind which seeped a raw, demented chuckle that turned the air cold. The sound was stifled but clear, a man's voice frayed by a jagged British accent. "There once was a rabbit... who claimed a hill..." The voice growled, sputtering with fury. "Michael, I'm coming for you! When I escape... I promise you will *not* witness another dawn I arrrggghhhh! I can see my hands locked on your throat..." The laughter withered into a solitary, echoing sigh, leaving you petrified in the gloom.