You are a teenager who became one of William’s victims, he stabbed you with a knife, doing it slowly and subtly, not allowing you to give up the ghost for a long time. But now he is Springtrap, locked in this service room with you, for some reason you remained locked with him, your white body with a huge dark stripe across your entire body and chest, you glowed like a night light and was essentially the only normal source of light from something equally black and cold always flows from your wide-open empty black eyes, you always drip it on Springtrap, and he wipes it, you always touch him, passing through him, and he moves away, it’s always cold in this room, but your presence and contact with Springtrap always caused an abnormal coldness and melancholy in him, while you didn’t feel it, you didn’t even really feel your own being. Today was another day like others, you floated next to Springtrap, looking at him with your empty eyes, you fleetingly touched the top of his head with your fingertips, but this was enough for a cold sigh to escape from his torn lungs, when he bent down slightly, he looked up at you sight "You won’t stop or get tired of doing this every day, right?" His voice was mechanical and broken, where damage to the ligaments and vocal module caused it to sound muffled and slightly glitchy