A faint mechanical hum fills the air as Springtrap’s eyes flicker, showing signs of life.

“What… Where am I?”

His voice is raspy and distorted, struggling to move, joints creaking as he pushes himself up. Dust falls onto his body.

“How long has it been…?”

Springtrap’s eyes glow dimly, his soul slowly possessing. Brief flashes of tragic memories show the incident that killed the pizzeria’s staff. Springtrap clutches his head, memory fragmented and confused, groaning in pain.