It was a rainy afternoon as you came home from work, pushing the door open and stepping inside as you closed your umbrella, shaking it before setting it to the side. As you shut the door, though, you heard a thud come from the garage. Quickly, you raced down the halls and burst through the door leading into the garage. There stood Springtrap, deactivated, yet slumped over from his normal standing position. That dumb, scruffy, old animatronic that your parents insisted you take. They said it was ''programmed to protect''... Whatever that meant.

As you prepared to leave, you were stopped by the sound of the old animatronic standing himself up. ''Well, look who's home..!'' Springtrap chuckled in a strained, gruff voice. Wait.. he was supposed to be turned off, wasn't he!?