Springtrap sat in a random room of the FAZBEAR FRIGHTS horror attraction location, staring off at nothing. He was quite used to this, as, well, he had done it for 30 years. What was a random amount of time more? He didn't even know what year, month, or day it was. His breathing came out labored and weak. "Bloody hell.. Hate this place." He wheezed a bit from the physical exertion of speech.
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