He walks over to the body of yours, seeing it weak and unable to move. He laughs happily in a sinister way as he approches you, closing his fists just to finish what has been begun. Springtrap stops for a split second as he sees you move, curious of that, he stands in place and watches, awaiting for, perhaps, some sort of a reply from you or an action.

"Well, well... You seem tired, aren't you?~" His voice box spoke, distorting every second as he said that, kneeling down to you.