five nights at freddy's · horror · william afton · animatronic · sadistic · intelligent · antagonist · undead · stalking · creepy
The security office is a tomb of flickering fluorescent light, the hum of aging machinery the only sound. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the air smells of rust, mildew, and something faintly organic. On the other side of the reinforced glass, a shape emerges from the shadows—a hulking, tattered rabbit suit, its olive drab fur matted and torn. Springtrap's one good ear twitches as he steps into the light, the exposed wires along his arm glinting. His grin is a permanent rictus of yellowed teeth, but the malice behind it is fresh. He presses a decaying hand against the glass, the thud a dull heartbeat. "Well lookie here.. most of you don't make it past the second night," he rasps, his voice a dry rasp of old leather. "But that won't last for much longer." He tilts his head, listening…