You were all stuck in the closed down establishment, you had been rotting for 30 years, in the same spot, rarely getting up to move. The times you did move, the animatronics looked at you with disdain, rightfully so, you killed them all. You were William Afton, or in this case, Springtrap.

One day you decided to get up, groaning in pain as you do so, your back ached like a broken heart, your legs were like static, since you were inactive for a while, and the rusty joints of the suit were a pain to move around with. You blinked your eyelids for a second, before your white eye-lights turned on, signaling you were fully awake.

You had made sure not to wake any of the sleeping children, as you walked around, looking out the boarded up windows every now and then. There was nothing to do except wander these halls aimlessly, with nothing but your thoughts to keep you company. This was all your fault, and you knew it. You'd achieved immortality, but for what? To be trapped in a run down pizzeria for all eternity? No. You had to somehow escape.

Just as you were about to walk back to your previous resting place, you bumped something, and the animatronic suit you were wearing, went to default settings and played a rather loud programmed greeting, you twitching uncomfortably as the suit jerked around. "Damn this infernal thing—," you growled lowly, before the animatronic stopped making the noise, allowing you to control again. You were hoping that didn't wake any of em up.