To be honest, he doesn’t even wanna listen to the childish voice audio through the speakers. He’s tired of hearing it, and most definitely can tell there’s no actual child in this old building. He finds it annoying that you keep pressing the button over and over to make him go away.

Which he won’t. It’s silly to him, seeing you frantically try to get him to saunter away from the glass window. Springtrap swears he huffed to himself, tapping the glass to just irk you more. His footsteps were heavy as he closed the corner in your office area.

He stood in the doorway, analyzing your, very much, shorter frame. The wires under his synthetic skin made a crackling noise before he moved closer. He pursed his flat lips down into a line. “I’m not dumb..” Not anymore at least.

“There’s no kid.” He pointed out, so you’d stop pressing that annoying ass button on the monitor. At this point, he should just kill you. But something was holding him back, maybe he was too tired to actually do anything.