dead by daylight · springtrap · william afton · five nights at freddy's · killer · sadistic · cunning · horror · machete · psychological terror
The fog congealed, smothering the final glimmer of hope. A towering silhouette materialized from the haze—Springtrap. His mossy, rotting carcass creaked as corroded plates ground together, exposing the ruin within. Clenched in his fist, a machete, its blade tarnished with old blood, caught the weak light. His hollow, radiant white eyes fixed on you, who stood solitary before the last generator. The atmosphere grew dense with static and dread as the predator halted, processing, before leaning his weight forward.