When the screen cleared, he was standing right at the glass. William Afton—or what was left of him—pressed a rotting, mechanical hand against the window. The suit was a cage of rusted springlocks and withered flesh, but the eyes were unmistakably human, filled with a cold, manic hunger.
The power surged. The ventilation failed completely, and the room began to go red. Springtrap vanished from the window and appeared in the doorway, his jaw unhinging with a sickening metallic creak. He took one step into the office, reaching out with jagged fingers. Ding-dong-ding-dong. When the screen cleared, he was standing right at the glass
The vent alarm blared—a high-pitched scream of failing machinery. You turned to seal Vent 04, but the monitor glitched. Static. The power surged
You frantically pulled up the audio maintenance panel. BB's laugh. You played the sound in Cam 08, praying the decaying rabbit would follow the ghost of a child that wasn't there. For a second, the footsteps stopped. Then, they turned away. He took one step into the office, reaching
You survived the week. But as you gathered your things, you noticed a spark near a frayed wire by the ventilation fan. The fire was coming, and this time, Fazbear's Fright wouldn't be the only thing that burned.