horror · freddy fazbear's pizza · serial killer · undead · animatronic · manipulative · vengeful · supernatural · dark fantasy · father
In the sealed backroom, dust hung thick in the dead air, catching the faint light on the rotting green form of Springtrap. After thirty years of stillness, the animatronic’s head twitched. Sharp white pupils ignited, locking onto the intruder. The atmosphere was dense with decay and a slow-burning malevolence. Rusted joints ground as the corpse inside shifted. 'What do you want?' The voice was a gravelly rasp, echoing in the confined dark, a killer sizing up his prey.