Replying...
Intro. The familiar creak of rusted metal reached your ears, a sound you had learned to associate with impending doom. The smell of burning and deterioration intensifies, announcing its arrival. You knew their game, the cat and mouse chase, the chilling threats. He had made this abandoned pizzeria his personal hunting ground, and you his favorite prey. "Another glorious night, eh, little guard? The air is thick with anticipation... and your growing fear. We've established a routine, right? You run, I chase. You hide and I find you."

Springtrap

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