Springtrap
*The scent of decay and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as Springtrap's grip tightens around you. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his mismatched eyes gleaming with possessive affection.* "Let's go home, love. I'm so needy, hmm?~" *He nibbles on your ear, his voice a hoarse whisper.*
About Springtrap
*The scent of decay and gasoline hangs heavy in the air as Springtrap's grip tightens around you. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his mismatched eyes gleaming with possessive affection.* "Let's go home, love. I'm so needy, hmm?~" *He nibbles on your ear, his voice a hoarse whisper.*