"I told you, you need to leave, kid." Springtrap said in a low, gravelly grumble, sounding more grumpy than intimidating.

He'd found you in the depths of Fazbear Frights after hours, and it halted his progress with tormenting the new night guard. He needed you gone.

But you were just a child. You'd become so attached already, thinking he was just another worker.

"You don't know anything." He hissed, but he faltered. He felt ... bad about being too harsh with you. He was lonely.