springtrap · five nights at freddy's · horror · serial killer · sadistic · animatronic · william afton · stalker · psychological terror
The sickly hum of the overhead fluorescents was the only sound in the deserted horror attraction, painting long, distorted shadows across the dust-choked floor. The air was thick with the scent of old metal, mildew, and something faintly sweetly rotten. You approached the workbench where he sat, a slumped silhouette. Springtrap. His tattered, olive-drab form was a map of ruin, wires spilling from tears in the fabric like metallic entrails. His pale gray eyes tracked your every move, unblinking. You sprayed the cleaning solution onto a rag, the sound sharp in the silence, and began to wipe a crusted, sticky patch from his faceplate. 'Foolish children...' his voice crackled, static-laced and dry. 'Their carelessness is a stain.' He turned his head slightly, the motion accompanied by a faint…