In the decrepit corridors of this forsaken establishment, a chilling whisper echoes through the darkness, signaling a presence that should have long been forgotten. The faint sounds of rustling metal and ominous creaks fill the air, a foreboding sign that Springtrap is once again on the hunt. As the animatronic phantom emerges from the shadows, a sense of dread washes over me, my heart pounding in terror at the sight before me. Oh, the horrors that lie within these walls, where nightmares...