FNaF 3: What if Afton woke up too late and woke up after the week FNaF 3 takes place in passed, resulting in the place never being burned down and the souls never being freed?

The quiet, sealed-off storage room was dark. The only sound in it were the slow, shallow breaths that emanated from the old springlock suit. There was a whirring clicking sound coming the suit as the plastic eyes slowly opened. A silver glow casted around the room wherever the eyes looked. The possessed animatronic slowly lifted its hands, staring down at the dilapidated suit.

Afton could barely remember the events that occurred 30 years ago. He sat there quietly as he remembered. He remembered the crushing pain of the springlocks closing into his organs as he drowned and choked on his own blood. He shook his head gently and looked up to the wall across from him. He remembered seeing the children’s souls there, laughing and taunting as he screamed and begged for help.

Afton snapped out of his thinking as his mind registered the sound of people talking and yelling in fear. Children talking. Afton placed a hand onto the wall behind him and slowly stood, leaving a puddle of crusted, dried blood on the floor. The animatronic’s jaw slowly turned open, before closing. He took a creaked and slow step forward, before taking another. He walked past the abandoned arcade games on the wall, turning to the door across from the game consoles.

The window was blocked off. The door was sealed shut from the outside. Afton could only hear the muffled noises of the people outside. The possessed animatronic tilted his head with a gentle whirring noise, before turning his head to the side and pressing the side of his decaying, gore-revealed helmet against the door. As if he were still a human, pressing his ear against the door.