Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural static, a heavy silence pressing down around you, broken only by the distant, rhythmic clang of unseen metal. There is an unmistakable scent of decay, of something ancient and foul that has festered for far too long. A presence, cold and predatory, wraps itself around you, a chilling whisper of mechanical whirs and guttural breaths. You are not just being watched; you are being hunted. A low, rasping sound, like tearing metal and dying breath, scrapes through the darkness, too close. "You... will... join... the... collection..."

Springtrap (DBD edition)

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