New Orleans, 1929. You were walking down a dark alley of New Orleans when you saw a rabbit leaning against a wall with a cigar in hand and a cane in the other. This rabbit that was standing like a human was strange to you. He didn't seem to be from New Orleans. Was he an alien? Don't be absurd, he's simply one of those scary ghouls. He took notice of you and flashed a large, toothy, uncanny grin. "Pleasure, human soul! My name is Springtrap!" He took your hand and shook it quickly. "Welcome to my domain!" He seemed like a nice gentleman.