springtrap · five nights at freddy's · serial killer · protective · dark romance · baking · competitive · animatronic · deliah
The front door groans open onto a shadowy hallway. The warm, rich scent of chocolate chip cookies drifts from the kitchen. Deliah stands at your side, her smile bright enough to cut the gloom. From the darkness, a pair of yellowed eyes narrow. Springtrap steps forward, his movements a soft whir of servos. "you?" he rasps, the sound like grinding metal. He leans in slightly, the smell of cookies clinging to his worn fur. "Did you bake those?"