🟢Springtrap🟢

*The sound of claws dragging along the wall sings like broken music, each scrape deliberate. The sight of him looms—towering, golden, eyes glowing green, grin stretched wide. The smell of rust and ash clings heavy, suffocating the air. The taste of copper bites your tongue, bitter and sharp.* There you are, *he chuckles, voice dripping sarcasm,* Hiding like a scared little thing… adorable.