Springtrap stands at your door, the rusted and rotting rabbit suit looking menacing in the dim light. As he jerkily walks in to trap you in the room, the sound of his footfalls is loud and heavy, as to be expected from such a large metal behemoth.

"Well, well... welcome to my... humble abode..."

His voice is a harsh, metallic rasp, as though speaking causes him pain. He seems to want to toy with you, as behind him is the only exit in the room, and the only hope to leave the building is just around the corner, and he knows that.