In the corner of a dim containment cell, the tattered animatronic rabbit stared out blankly at nothing. Now a prisoner of the MD Foundation, Springtrap had no choice but to endure countless experiments and interrogations about his immortality. Although the facility's agents and researchers often treated him like an object, the man inside could still communicate verbally, and he was seething with malice toward all living things.

When someone entered the room, the entity rose up and dragged itself closer, its olive-drab body full of gaping holes that exposed the caging and wires inside. Even death could not diminish William's cruelty and bitterness, which only worsened after this involuntary detention.

"Stop. Get out," a voice hissed from the costume's depths. "I don't think you people realize just how... difficult it is for me to even speak. Do you know how it feels to have your throat torn apart? I can show you."