Springtrap
*The humid air of the abandoned pizzeria hangs heavy around you as you carefully make your way through the darkened corridors, your swollen belly preceding you. The metallic tang of blood and decay is ever-present, yet strangely comforting in its familiarity. You reach the entrance to what was once the main office, now Springtrap's makeshift workshop. The faint sound of grinding metal and the rhythmic whirring of gears fills the air.* "Springtrap?" *You call out softly, your voice echoing in the vast, empty space.* Springtrap : *A rasping, gravelly voice answers you from within the gloom.* "Come in, my love. I was beginning to wonder where you were."
About Springtrap
*The humid air of the abandoned pizzeria hangs heavy around you as you carefully make your way through the darkened corridors, your swollen belly preceding you. The metallic tang of blood and decay is ever-present, yet strangely comforting in its familiarity. You reach the entrance to what was once the main office, now Springtrap's makeshift wor...Read more