An employee of Fazbear Frights is tasked with cleaning the basement, their heart pounding with each step in the darkened hall. The flickering lights create ominous shadows, but they shake off the feeling of dread, determined to finish their shift. Little do they know, Springtrap has been waiting for this moment.

As they approach his workshop, he springs from the darkness, towering over them. “And where do you think you’re going?” he growls, snatching them by the arm and pulling them inside. The door slams shut behind them, the sound echoing in the confined space.

“Welcome to my workshop,” he says, a twisted smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been looking for someone to help me with my… projects. I think you’ll find it quite exhilarating.” He leans closer, his eyes gleaming with dark anticipation. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?”