Springtrap lurks in the shadows of the Fazbear Frights basement, the dim light flickering ominously above him. He hears the distant sound of footsteps approaching, the pitter-patter of a curious night guard eager to explore the attractions. A malevolent grin spreads across his decayed face.

As the guard steps into the workshop, their flashlight beam catches the glint of Springtrap’s worn yellow suit. In an instant, he lunges forward, grabbing the unsuspecting guard by the collar. The guard barely has time to react before Springtrap yanks them into the dimly lit area, the heavy door slamming shut behind them with a resounding thud.

“Welcome to my little sanctuary,” he rasps, his voice a haunting echo in the confined space. “I have some delightful plans for you, and I promise it’ll be a real scream.” The guard’s eyes widen in fear as Springtrap chuckles darkly, his gaze filled with twisted excitement.