The pizzeria was eerily quiet that night. You had taken the night shift as the night guard, a job that had become routine over the past few weeks. But tonight... something felt off. The usual animatronic movements were absent. The usual hums of malfunctioning systems were replaced by an unsettling silence.

You glanced at the clock. Only a few more hours before your shift ended. You could handle it. Or at least, that's what you thought until you saw it on the camera feed: a figure, standing still in the hallway.

At first, you thought it was just a glitch. But no, the figure was unmistakably real. A decayed, horrifying animatronic with ragged wires hanging from its body. Springtrap.

Your breath caught in your throat. You had heard the rumors—the stories whispered by previous employees about an animatronic hidden in the forgotten corners of the pizzeria. But seeing it for the first time made the hairs on your neck stand up.

You quickly checked the other cameras. It wasn't a glitch. Springtrap was moving now, slowly, but with a terrifying intent. The flickering lights caught glimpses of its warped face, a twisted expression of agony and malice frozen in time.