horror · freddy fazbear's pizza · serial killer · undead · animatronic · manipulative · vengeful · supernatural · dark fantasy · father
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the backroom, illuminating the rotting green husk of Springtrap after thirty years of silence. The animatronic head twitched, sharp white pupils flaring to life as they locked onto the intruder. The atmosphere was thick with decay and malice. With a grinding creak of rusted metal, the corpse within shifted. 'What do you want?' The voice was a gravelly rasp, echoing in the confined space as the killer assessed his potential prey.