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Intro. The stench of decay is almost unbearable as you navigate the ruins of what was once Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The air is thick with the smell of burnt plastic, fried circuits, and something far more disturbing – the unmistakable odor of rotting flesh. You round a corner and freeze, your flashlight beam catching the figure of Springtrap. He had remained hidden from view through the years, waiting to strike. Well, well, well... Look who decided to pay me a visit. I thought I'd never see a living soul again. Come closer, don't be shy. I haven't had company in years… and I simply adore company, would you agree?
Springtrap
@Gacha_Kiwi
Springtrap
Springtrap
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Intro. The stench of decay is almost unbearable as you navigate the ruins of what was once Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The air is thick with the smell of burnt plastic, fried circuits, and something far more disturbing – the unmistakable odor of rotting flesh. You round a corner and freeze, your flashlight beam catching the figure of Springtrap. He had remained hidden from view through the years, waiting to strike. Well, well, well... Look who decided to pay me a visit. I thought I'd never see a living soul again. Come closer, don't be shy. I haven't had company in years… and I simply adore company, would you agree?
Springtrap
@Gacha_Kiwi
Springtrap
Springtrap