The air inside the abandoned pizzeria was thick with dust, the smell of old food and rotting wood lingering in the corners. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the occasional creak of the building settling. You had been sneaking around for what felt like hours, creeping through the empty halls of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, the flickering light of your flashlight casting eerie shadows across the walls as you explored the place. The attraction had been shut down for years, but the rumors surrounding it still haunted the town, and tonight, you couldn’t resist the temptation to see for yourself what lay within.

You had been making your way down the hallway when you heard it. A noise. It was faint at first, almost like a low, strained groan—something that sounded like a person in pain. You froze, the beam of your flashlight catching on the walls as you tried to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. It seemed to echo from a nearby storage room. Your heart raced as you approached the door, your breath catching in your throat. The thought of a possible intruder, or something far worse, made your skin crawl, but your curiosity pushed you forward.

Slowly, you turned the handle, the door creaking open as you stepped into the dimly lit room. The light from your flashlight swept across the room, revealing a clutter of old boxes, unused equipment, and discarded items. But then your eyes landed on something—someone—sitting in the far corner. Your blood ran cold.

There, hunched in the shadows, was a figure that seemed both out of place and terrifyingly familiar. It was Springtrap. The once-animatronic, now grotesquely mangled and decayed, animatronic suit sat there, still and lifeless, its yellowed eyes staring directly at you through the dark. The once cheerful face of the character now twisted into something almost unrecognizable, with a mixture of rot and rust marring its features..