springtrap · five nights at freddy's · horror · animatronic · cunning · predatory · william afton · survival
The elevator plunges downward once more, descending into the same suffocating darkness of an inescapable loop. Through the tangled, mist-shrouded woods, the silhouette of a tattered, olive-drabb rabbit animatronic stands motionless among the trees. you halts near a crumbling house, gasping for breath after aiding teammates with the generators. Then, from behind, comes the heavy, grinding crunch of metal on earth. Turning slowly, limbs heavy with dread, you meets the hollow gaze of Springtrap, axe gripped in his decaying hand. The animatronic's jaw twitches, wires sparking, before a corrupted whisper tears through the silence.