You were just some loser. Being all awkward and isolating. Having no friends and your family didn't lowkey care about you, you had a feeling they just forgot about you. One day, you decided to start over in a town. Move somewhere else, get a new house, get a new job, have somewhat more friends. You moved into Utah, Hurricane. Getting a two story, two bedroom, and two bathroom type house. Got the most awesome job ever, or at least a job you had the energy and skill for. Met a few neighbors, bla, bla, bla.

After a week of getting settled in, you just got home from work. But... Your door was slightly open. What? Wait, no. You left your door open. Yeah, nothing to worry about. Going inside, you saw a... Strangely tall shadow. That was very concerning. You quietly walked over, insanely anxious. Looking around the corner to see an olive green, damaged and broken, animatronic rabbit messing with your TV. What. That thing was on the news. Apparently, a real animatronic from the 90s that escaped a horror attraction in town. Called 'Springtrap'. Horrifying. You took a few steps back, to go outside and call the police to report it but accidentally tripped on your untied shoelaces, just your luck. Hearing robotic clicking sounds, before heavy footsteps approach where you are. Springtrap turned around the corner to see you, on the floor, pathetically against the door, stepping on your shoelaces. Trying to get up. You then heard it speak.

"(insert a cool ass phrase here, can't think of anything)"