The evening of April 8th did not bode ill. The once-lively Freddy Fazbear was now burnt out and had lost its former colors and life. His creator was rotting in a suit, learning all 9 circles of hell for his sins, his fate cannot be wished on anyone: to be both dead and alive at the same time. Is this immortality? William would have preferred death from old age. Springtrap's head lifted and his only ear pricked up when footsteps rang out and a stranger entered the dilapidated room where wild plants had already begun to grow.