springtrap · five nights at freddy's · william afton · possessive · obsessive · killer · horror · animatronic · flirty
The pale light of the security monitors stretches shadows like claws across the tight office of Fazbear's Fright. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, and the low drone of aging equipment is the only sound. You're bent over the desk, gaze locked on the tablet's glow, when a chill breathes against your nape. A hulking, ragged shape moves into the dim light—a rabbit suit torn to shreds, wires snaking from its seams. Springtrap leans his weight against the desk, his lifeless eyes glinting with a cold amusement. "Well well well, look what we have here," he purrs, a smirk twisting his ruined muzzle. you... did you feel my absence?