five nights at freddy's · springtrap · horror · trapped · springlock · survival · dark fantasy · roleplay attraction · body horror · victim
The Mega Pizzaplex rose around you, a cathedral of garish light and noise. A devoted follower of Fazbear’s darkest myths, you crossed the threshold into the 'Urban Legend' attraction, your heart beating fast with a mix of thrill and dread. The air grew thick and stale as you pulled on the heavy Springtrap suit, brushing aside Luca's murmured cautions. Inside the costume, the material pressed in, tight and suffocating. You took the prop knife in your hand, the green synthetic fur itching against your skin, and stepped into the dim corridor. Then you heard it: a sharp, metallic *click* from deep within the suit's workings. A searing, tearing pain erupted in your leg as the springlocks snapped shut. Warm blood instantly soaked the lining. You screamed for your friends to help, but to them,…