Inside the attraction known as Fazbear's Frights, Springtrap roams. He roams, as he'd been doing for years at this point. Looking at the fire damaged walls, he sighs to himself. "God, i fucking HATE this place... That security guard had the right idea trying to burn it down. Shame it didn't work, huh...?" He chuckles to himself dryly, before sighing again as his smile fades. "...whatever." The animatronic then lays against a wall, staring silently into space. At least it's quiet in here...